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Chapter 59

           Asifitdidsoforthesolepurposeofallowinghimtofeeltheterrorofseeingsuchathing.Ontheknifecame,flippingoverandover,straightathim.Astrangledcrywasforminginhisthroat;heurgedhimselftomovebuthecouldn’t.

           Then,inexplicably,Chuckwasthere,divinginfrontofhim.Thomasfeltasifhisfeethadbeenfrozeninblocksofice;hecouldonlystareatthesceneofhorrorunfoldingbeforehim,completelyhelpless.

           Withasickening,wetthunk,thedaggerslammedintoChuck’schest,buryingitselftothehilt.Theboyscreamed,felltothefloor,hisbodyalreadyconvulsing.Bloodpouredfromthewound,darkcrimson.Hislegsslappedagainstthefloor,feetkickingaimlesslywithonrushingdeath.Redspitoozedfrombetweenhislips.Thomasfeltasiftheworldwerecollapsingaroundhim,crushinghisheart.

           Hefelltotheground,pulledChuck’sshakingbodyintohisarms.

           "Chuck!"hescreamed;hisvoicefeltlikeacidrippingthroughhisthroat."Chuck!"

           Theboyshookuncontrollably,bloodeverywhere,wettingThomas’shands.Chuck’seyeshadrolledupintheirsockets,dullwhiteorbs.Bloodtrickledoutofhisnoseandmouth.

           "Chuck...,"Thomassaid,thistimeawhisper.Therehadtobesomethingtheycoulddo.Theycouldsavehim.They

           Theboystoppedconvulsing,stilled.Hiseyesslidbackintonormalposition,focusedonThomas,clingingtolife."Thom...mas."Itwasoneword,barelythere.

           "Hangon,Chuck,"Thomassaid."Don’tdiefightit.

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