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Chapter 19

           ButnothingsentchillsupanddownThomas’sspinelikethehaunted,deathlymoansthatsomehowescapedthecreaturewhenitsatstill,likethesoundofdyingmenonabattlefield.

           SeeingitallnowthebeastmatchedwiththesoundsThomascouldn’tthinkofanynightmarethatcouldequalthishideousthingcomingtowardhim.Hefoughtthefear,forcedhisbodytoremainperfectlystill,hangingthereinthevines.Hewassuretheironlyhopewastoavoidbeingnoticed.

           Maybeitwon’tseeus,hethought.Justmaybe.Buttherealityofthesituationsanklikeastoneinhisbelly.Thebeetlebladehadalreadyrevealedhisexactposition.

           TheGrieverrolledandclickeditswaycloser,zigzaggingbackandforth,moaningandwhirring.Everytimeitstopped,themetalarmsunfoldedandturnedthiswayandthat,likearovingrobotonanalienplanetlookingforsignsoflife.ThelightscasteerieshadowsacrosstheMaze.Afaintmemorytriedtoescapethelockedboxwithinhismindshadowsonthewallswhenhewasakid,scaringhim.Helongedtobebacktowhereverthatwas,toruntothemomanddadhehopedstilllived,somewhere,missinghim,searchingforhim.

           Astrongwhiffofsomethingburntstunghisnostrils;asickmixtureofoverheatedenginesandcharredflesh.Hecouldn’tbelievepeoplecouldcreatesomethingsohorribleandsenditafterkids.

           Tryingnottothinkaboutit,Thomasclosedhiseyesforamomentandconcentratedonremainingstillandquiet.Thecreaturekeptcoming.

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