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Chapter 11

           "I’mnot...Idon’tevenknowwhat"

           Benscreamed,astrangledgurgleofmadness,andleapedintotheair,slashingoutwithhisblade.

           "Three!"Albyshouted.

           Therewasthesoundofsnappingwire.Thewhooshofanobjectslicingthroughtheair.Thesickening,wetthunkofitfindingahome.

           Ben’sheadsnappedviolentlytotheleft,twistinghisbodyuntilhelandedonhisstomach,hisfeetpointedtowardThomas.Hemadenosound.

           Thomasjumpedtohisfeetandstumbledforward.ThelongshaftofthearrowstuckfromBen’scheek,thebloodsurprisinglylessthanThomashadexpected,butseepingoutallthesame.Blackinthedarkness,likeoil.TheonlymovementwasBen’srightpinkyfinger,twitching.Thomasfoughttheurgetopuke.WasBendeadbecauseofhim?Wasithisfault?

           "Comeon,"Albysaid."Baggers’lltakecareofhimtomorrow."

           Whatjusthappenedhere?Thomasthought,theworldtiltingaroundhimashestaredatthelifelessbody.WhatdidIeverdotothiskid?

           Helookedup,wantinganswers,butAlbywasalreadygone,atremblingbranchtheonlysignhe’deverstoodthereinthefirstplace.

           Thomassqueezedhiseyesagainsttheblindinglightofthesunasheemergedfromthewoods.Hewaslimping,hisanklescreaminginpain,thoughhehadnomemoryofhurtingit.Heheldonehandcarefullyovertheareawherehe’dbeenbitten;theotherclutchedhisstomachasifthatwouldpreventwhatThomasnowfeltwasaninevitablebarf.

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