Title: Power Surge
Category and Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Word Count: 78,000
Erin is a cutter. Most days, therapy, meds, and the threat of hospitalization curb the urge to slice her skin with sharp objects, but when she gets stressed, she can’t stop her fingernails from piercing her flesh.
Having to finish senior year without Adderall is stressful. José flirting like he wants to be more than friends makes her skin buzz. A stalker adds anxiety to the mix. She’s on the verge of a breakdown when she realizes her stalker isn’t human. She thinks the demon is a hallucination, but it attacks her friends on the beach, and José promises her it’s real.
Demons are just the tip of the iceberg. José is a hunter in-training, and Erin’s Grandpa is like his Obi-Wan Kenobi. Erin was supposed be a hunter too, but Grandpa feared her ADHD would get her killed. Now, the hunters have become the hunted, and Grandpa needs all the help he can get – including Erin’s. A normal girl would be terrified, but fighting for her life calms the buzzing that makes Erin crave sharp objects. Perhaps, hunting demons will help her kick her cutting habit once and for all.
First 250 Words:
The cold March air made my lungs burn and my legs itch as I ran, determined to not let my cousin beat me again. This was supposed to be a warm up for our weekly sparring match, but I was sprinting just to keep Mel’s short, muscular form in sight. I glanced over my shoulder. I saw a man behind me. His pale nose peeked out from under the black hoodie that obscured the rest of his face. I hadn’t thought it unusual to see another runner follow us around two turns, but this one had followed me around five.
I sucked icy air into my lungs as I crossed a bridge. Water rushed under it, blanketing brown muck with blue, breathing color and life into the field of dead marsh grass. The road ahead of me was lined with trees and a few scattered beach houses that were still boarded up for the winter.
I glanced at my phone. It was dead. Mel was too far ahead to hear me yell, and there was no one else around. I wasn’t exactly defenseless, but I was tired and hadn’t been in a real fight in almost two years. Still, a small part of me hoped the man would catch up and would want to hurt me.
I imagined myself ducking as he reached out to grab my red ponytail. I would jam my elbow up into his stomach and crush his face with my knee.