Depthless: Under The Library

Chapter Thirty-Two// Skye

Skye's POV 

 “I do not wish to be whisked off in the middle of a pack of wild cave-dwellers like some damsel in distress, thank you very much!” I yelled in Isaac’s ear, clinging tightly to his cotton black shirt. I was literally carried off by the wind.

The air roared in my ears, the jerky movements caused my hair to be whipped up into a frenzy. I could only press myself into Isaac to avoid being hurled off the path and come crashing face-first into the rocky cave.

Isaac made no move to put me down. He just kept on moving forward, left, straight on, left turn once more… all the while leaving behind the terrorizing explosions in the crystal cave. The only sounds that could be heard at the moment are the shuffling of feet as the people continued to distance themselves from, well… whatever it was in the first place.

I sigh, my grumpiness evident in my voice as I tried to tell Isaac to stop. He just continued to speed straight onward, climbing down steps etched into the floors and hauling me up steep inclines.

I couldn’t stand this treatment any longer. I just lost it. Fury gripped me, and without giving it much thought, I reach out and grab tufts of his shaggy hair and yanked as hard as I could.

“Hey!” He yelped in protest, his body jerking backwards in surprise. This sudden movement caused me to be flung backwards, and I kick my feet up in the air, flipping myself over, dropped,rolled on one knee and landed with one arm raised.

“You wouldn’t listen.” I snap, dusting my clothes. I feel an unattractive frown tugging at my lips.

“You foolish girl!” Isaac growled, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Did you know that you made me lose concentration? And now, look what happened to us!”

In vexation, Isaac gestured wildly with his right arm, pointing in a direction up  ahead. I glanced up, and had to immediately fight back the urge to faint.

Large, prominent chunks of boulders made of rocks and sand had somehow detached from the cave ceilings, and are hanging nerve-wreckingly overhead, as if one tiny pebble could dislodge them, and they would come crashing heavily onto us.

I gulp, retreating as quickly as possible. I hear muffled cries of distress from the group, and observe, with a start, that our number had seemed to have shrunk.

“We got separated!” Isaac bellowed, his statement supposedly alerting the rest of the group, but he had both of his eyes trained accusingly onto me. I fold my hands across my chest, then sighed. “Sorry.” I managed, my voice incredibly small.

Isaac didn’t hear me over the terrified voices swarming the ambient. I glance across the cave, zooming my sights into the dark parting of the cave, possibly leading to sweet escape. I could clearly see right now that the rocky boulders had become dislodged for quite some time, and has been tethering on edge since goodness knows when. By description, they would appear to come crashing down upon a tiny movement across the cave floor. It must’ve been by sheer miracle that the first half of the group had managed to cross the cave without dislodging an overhead boulder.

Loud cries echoed distinctively across the dim cave, and suddenly, I was jostled to the ground. Breathless, I quickly push myself up to a sitting position, but almost immediately, I feel a hard hand press my head back down. A horrible crunching sound followed as the back of my head came into hard contact with the ground, sending flares of burning pain all over my head.

I wince and struggle with all of my might to off-throw the person on top of me, but I could already feel myself slipping away. The world hurt to look at so I squeeze my eyes shut and throw a free punch.