Chapter 11

           ItlookedasifBenhadrecoveredonlyslightlysinceThomashadseenhimintheHomestead.Heworenothingbutshorts,hiswhiter-than-whiteskinstretchedacrosshisboneslikeasheetwrappedtightlyaroundabundleofsticks.Ropelikeveinsranalonghisbody,pulsingandgreenbutlesspronouncedthanthedaybefore.HisbloodshoteyesfelluponThomasasifhewereseeinghisnextmeal.

           Bencrouched,readytospringforanotherattack.Atsomepointaknifehadmadeanappearance,grippedinhisrighthand.Thomaswasfilledwithaqueasyfear,disbeliefthatthiswashappeningatall.

           "Ben!"

           Thomaslookedtowardthevoice,surprisedtoseeAlbystandingattheedgeofthegraveyard,amerephantominthefadinglight.RelieffloodedThomas’sbodyAlbyheldalargebow,anarrowcockedforthekill,pointedstraightatBen.

           "Ben,"Albyrepeated."Stoprightnow,oryouain’tgonnaseetomorrow."

           ThomaslookedbackatBen,whostaredviciouslyatAlby,histonguedartingbetweenhislipstowetthem.Whatcouldpossiblybewrongwiththatkid?Thomasthought.Theboyhadturnedintoamonster.Why?

           "Ifyoukillme,"Benshrieked,spittleflyingfromhismouth,farenoughtohitThomasintheface,"you’llgetthewrongguy."HesnappedhisgazebacktoThomas."He’stheshankyouwannakill."Hisvoicewasfullofmadness.

           "Don’tbestupid,Ben,"Albysaid,hisvoicecalmashecontinuedtoaimthearrow."Thomasjustgothereain’tnothingtoworryabout.You’restillbuggin’fromtheChanging.

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