Chapter 144: Leigh
Between the rushing air, the flying grit, and the panic whipping through my body, I swore I heard a whispered laugh. Dead Ica, or ghost Ica, or whatever form she took apparently wanted the last word. Her role as Two had literally been crushed out of existence, and now there would be hell to pay.
The farther Ica dragged me down, the tighter my chest clenched. The air had grown thinner in the dark, constricted tunnel she sucked me into until my lungs held my last breath. Once again, I was being buried alive, but this time under miles and miles of the earth instead of a few feet of dirt.
Nothing had changed from before. Ica was still trying to kill me, and I still clawed and kicked and fought for survival. Because I was alive and she wasn't. Sucked to be her.
Still, my lungs burned, and my skin felt as if it had been peeled off with hurtling rocks and grit. Dirt filled my nose, my ears, my eyes, disorienting my sense of direction.