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Chapter 57

           Aslimyyellowgooexplodedfromtheflesh,splashingoverThomas’slegsashedrovethespearasfarasitwouldsinkintothething’sbody.Thenhereleasedthehiltoftheweaponandjumpedaway,runningbacktoChuckandTeresa.

           ThomaswatchedinsickfascinationastheGrievertwitcheduncontrollably,spewingtheyellowoilineverydirection.Spikespoppedinandoutoftheskin;itsremainingarmsswungaroundinmassconfusion,attimesimpalingitsownbody.Soonitbegantoslow,losingenergywitheveryounceofbloodorfuelitlost.

           Afewsecondslater,itstoppedmovingaltogether.Thomascouldn’tbelieveit.Heabsolutelycouldn’tbelieveit.He’djustdefeatedaGriever,oneofthemonstersthathadterrorizedtheGladersformorethantwoyears.

           HeglancedbehindhimatChuck,standingtherewitheyeswide.

           "Youkilledit,"theboysaid.Helaughed,asifthatoneacthadsolvedalltheirproblems.

           "Wasn’tsohard,"Thomasmuttered,thenturnedtoseeTeresafranticallytypingawayatthekeyboard.Heknewimmediatelythatsomethingwaswrong.

           "What’stheproblem?"heasked,almostshouting.HeranuptolookoverhershoulderandsawthatshekepttypingthewordPUSHoverandover,butnothingappearedonthescreen.

           Shepointedatthedirtysquareofglass,emptybutforitsgreenishglowoflife."Iputinallthewordsandonebyonetheyappearedonthescreen;thensomethingbeepedandthey’ddisappear.Butitwon’tletmetypeinthelastword.

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