The Hit

The Hit

Melvin Burgess

Language: English

Pages: 304

ISBN: 0545556996

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Live the ultimate high. Pay the ultimate price. The shocking return to YA by the author of SMACK.

A new drug is on the street. Everyone's buzzing about it. Take the hit. Live the most intense week of your life. Then die. It's the ultimate high at the ultimate price. Adam thinks it over. He's poor, and doesn't see that changing. Lizzie, his girlfriend, can't make up her mind about sleeping with him, so he can't get laid. His brother Jess is missing. And Manchester is in chaos, controlled by drug dealers and besieged by a group of homegrown terrorists who call themselves the Zealots. Wouldn't one amazing week be better than this endless, penniless misery? After Adam downs one of the Death pills, he's about to find out.

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super fit, right? Maybe it makes you immune to booze as well.” “No!” Adam was genuinely shocked. Lizzie snorted in amusement. “Your face,” she giggled. It was hilarious. Death was supposed to help you have a good time. Instead, it made it harder. They both burst out laughing at the thought. Giggles. A sign of hysteria. That was even funnier and for several minutes they were both holding their sides, hurting with laughter. Gradually it subsided. Lizzie realized she was feeling very drunk

not a request. People were coming to see the future recast. Something remarkable was going to happen, something that could change your whole life overnight. Adam felt as if he was in a dream, that none of this was really happening to him. It wasn’t. He was immune from the future. This was for the living, not the dead. He wandered among the crowds for a while, but he’d quickly seen enough and walked away along Portland Street. On Oxford Road outside the Palace Hotel, a running battle was taking

Lizzie — don’t deny it — I think you still have a little bit of feelings for that boy, don’t you? Oh, I know you do,” he insisted when she shook her head. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, but … well.” He flicked the lighter and waved the flame in her face. “Just in case you need a little help.” He snickered, went to the window, and leaned out, whistling a tune — “Whistle While You Work.” You had to hand it to him. No matter how mad he got, he always kept his sense of humor. Lizzie pulled at

Christian jumped down, like a boy dismounting a horse, just as Vince began to topple. He came down like a tree right at Lizzie’s feet, his arms limp at his sides, striking the carpet chin first. He opened his mouth to let out a final bellow of rage and despair, but nothing came. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. Then he closed them and let out the tiniest, weakest, most helpless little sigh of defeat. Christian bent down to examine the knife in the back of his neck, and then down to the big

much. “Why?” “Why do you think? Don’t you know what you’ve done? Without you, none of this would have happened. They’re not going to let you go if they can help it. They want you alive.” Jess listened breathlessly. He’d thought he was going to die. He was ready to die. He’d believed he wanted to die — and now he’d been given life. Suddenly he had a thought … “What about Adam? Did you find him?” “Oh, yeah. He’s holed up in a hotel room.” Anna snorted in amusement. “That should keep him out of

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