was just goofing around. But the icy fist of fear grabbed her stomach and squeezed. She could see exactly how it would unfold: There would be a sudden crack , and a crumbling of rock beneath Nickâs foot. Panic would careen across his face. His hands would flail, grasping at the rusty chain as, in one fast and terrible motion, he fell. His feetâhis legsâdangling into the pit, his waist hovering on the edge. The weight of his very own body would drag him toward certain death as gravity worked against him.
âNick,â Kristi said hoarsely. âPlease.â
He ignored herâor maybe he didnât even hear her. Either way, she seemed to be the only one who noticed the cloud of dust rising as ominously as smoke beneathhis poorly balanced foot, or the clattering of pebbles as they plunged into the abyss.
And yet Kristi couldnât do a thing for him. As the fear rose into her heart, she could no longer speak; she couldnât even move. Just like all those years ago in the fun house, her feet were frozen. They would not do what she needed them to do. The horror of bearing witness to something so terrible, the pointlessness of it, the nightmare thought shrieking through her skull:
This is what it looks like when someone is going to die.
CHAPTER 6
A blur of red hair, a stocky body knocking into her, pushing her useless self out of the way, and everyone stared, open-mouthed, as Bobby hauled Nick back from the edge. Bobby clung to the other boy, breathing hard, his hands squeezing Nickâs wrist. âYou okay?â he said. âYou okay? You okay? You okay?â He sounded like a parrot, or a broken toy, croaking out the only words he could seem to remember.
When Kristi looked at Bobby, she didnât see the ashen color of his face or the wetness on his cheeks or the sick twitch around his mouth when he swallowed. She only saw him for what he was in that moment: a hero. Bobby had saved Nickâs life; she was sure of it.Those pebbles had crumbled away beneath Nickâs foot. Kristi knew that Bobby had risked himself for another while she had stood by, frozen and silent. Some faraway part of her brain thought with relief that, at last, Bobby would be treated with kindness. With respect.
At least, until Nick shoved Bobby away. He even kicked at him a little. âGet off ,â he spat. âYou are such a freak. Are you crying ? What is wrong with you?â
The echoes of the caverns made all the laughter seem louder than it really was.
Bobby furiously wiped at his face, but Kristi could still see the tear streaks. Bobby was really scared, she thought suddenly. Really, really scared.
Finally unfrozen, Kristi moved toward Bobby. She reached out a hand to help him up, but he shrugged away from her and pushed himself off the earthen floor of the cave.
âBobby,â she said in a low, urgent voice. âForget Nick. That was brave. You were brave. It was amazing.â
âWhatever,â Bobby said with a loud sniff. He dragged his sleeve across his face, but he still wouldnât look at Kristi. âNick is rightâ Iâm the one whoâs stupid. He wasnât in any danger of falling.â
âI think he was,â Kristi argued. But Bobby had already started to walk away from her, staring at one of the tunnels like it was deeply fascinating. She was about to follow him when Olivia pulled her back.
âKris, the tour is moving on,â Olivia said. âI think we should get back to the group.â
âHey, thereâs some writing over here,â Bobby said, sounding normal again. âIt looks like . . . a sign, maybe? Itâs bolted to this giant rock.â
âA sign?â Kristi repeated.
âYeah,â Bobby said as he stepped over the guardrail. âIâm going to see what it says.â
âWhoaâwait a second. Youâre not supposed to cross the guardrail,â Kristi said right