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Chapter 59

           Hebeathimbeathimashereleasedeveryounceofragehe’deverowned.

           AndthenhewasbeingpulledawaybyMinhoandNewt,hisarmsstillflailingevenwhentheyonlyhitair.Theydraggedhimacrossthefloor;hefoughtthem,squirmed,yelledtobeleftalone.HiseyesremainedonGally,lyingthere,still;Thomascouldfeelthehatredpouringout,asifavisiblelineofflameconnectedthem.

           Andthen,justlikethat,itallvanished.TherewereonlythoughtsofChuck.

           HethrewoffMinho’sandNewt’sgrip,rantothelimp,lifelessbodyofhisfriend.Hegrabbedhim,pulledhimbackintohisarms,ignoringtheblood,ignoringthefrozenlookofdeathontheboy’sface.

           "No!"Thomasshouted,sadnessconsuminghim."No!"

           Teresawasthere,putherhandonhisshoulder.Heshookitaway.

           "Ipromisedhim!"hescreamed,realizingevenashedidsothathisvoicewaslacedwithsomethingwrong.Almostinsanity."IpromisedI’dsavehim,takehimhome!Ipromisedhim!"

           Teresadidn’trespond,onlynodded,hereyescasttotheground.

           ThomashuggedChucktohischest,squeezedhimastightlyaspossible,asifthatcouldsomehowbringhimback,orshowthanksforsavinghislife,forbeinghisfriendwhennooneelsewould.

           Thomascried,weptlikehe’dneverweptbefore.Hisgreat,rackingsobsechoedthroughthechamberlikethesoundsoftorturedpain.

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