Chapter 4: Fancy Glowing Tattoos
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Drip...
Drip...
Drip...
The air in the cave where he laid was thick, suffocating. Xander blinked, disoriented, as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. He tried to sit up, but his head spun, and he collapsed back onto the rocky floor. His last memory was of the school hallway, Iris’s tearful eyes. How had they ended up here?
And then he saw her—kneeling beside him, her fingers brushing his cheek. Iris. Her eyes were wide, filled with equal parts relief and confusion. "Xander," she whispered. "You’re alive! Thank God!"
Was she...touching him?!
He managed a weak smile, masking his fluttering stomach. "Alive?" He questioned... " what do you mean? And where the hell are we?"
She pulled herself off of him and shifted away as if she had just realized his presence was supposed to irritate her.
Iris blinked and shook her head. "I don’t know. One moment, I was in detention...then we were walking home, and the next...this."
"B...but you said I’m alive...did something happen?"
Iris scratched her head she wasn’t sure why she had said that, she had just been very glad that he was still breathing for some reason she couldn’t even recall. "I... dunno why I said that."