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"
Chuck
'll
be
a
good
fit
for
ya
,
"
Newt
said
.
"
Wee
little
fat
shank
,
but
nice
sap
when
all
's
said
and
done
.
Stay
here
,
I
'll
be
back
.
"
Newt
had
barely
finished
his
sentence
when
a
sudden
,
piercing
scream
ripped
through
the
air
.
High
and
shrill
,
the
barely
human
shriek
echoed
across
the
stone
courtyard
;
every
kid
in
sight
turned
to
look
toward
the
source
.
Thomas
felt
his
blood
turn
to
icy
slush
as
he
realized
that
the
horrible
sound
came
from
the
wooden
building
.
Even
Newt
had
jumped
as
if
startled
,
his
forehead
creasing
in
concern
.
"
Shuck
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
Ca
n't
the
bloody
Med-jacks
handle
that
boy
for
ten
minutes
without
needin
'
my
help
?
"
He
shook
his
head
and
lightly
kicked
Thomas
on
the
foot
.
"
Find
Chuckie
,
tell
him
he
's
in
charge
of
your
sleepin
'
arrangements
.
"
And
then
he
turned
and
headed
in
the
direction
of
the
building
,
running
.
Thomas
slid
down
the
rough
face
of
the
tree
until
he
sat
on
the
ground
again
;
he
shrank
back
against
the
bark
and
closed
his
eyes
,
wishing
he
could
wake
up
from
this
terrible
,
terrible
dream
.
Thomas
sat
there
for
several
moments
,
too
overwhelmed
to
move
.
He
finally
forced
himself
to
look
over
at
the
haggard
building
.
A
group
of
boys
milled
around
outside
,
glancing
anxiously
at
the
upper
windows
as
if
expecting
a
hideous
beast
to
leap
out
in
an
explosion
of
glass
and
wood
.
A
metallic
clicking
sound
from
the
branches
above
grabbed
his
attention
,
made
him
look
up
;
a
flash
of
silver
and
red
light
caught
his
eyes
just
before
disappearing
around
the
trunk
to
the
other
side
.
He
scrambled
to
his
feet
and
walked
around
the
tree
,
craning
his
neck
for
a
sign
of
whatever
he
'd
heard
,
but
he
saw
only
bare
branches
,
gray
and
brown
,
forking
out
like
skeleton
fingers
--
and
looking
just
as
alive
.
"
That
was
one
of
them
beetle
blades
,
"
someone
said
.
Thomas
turned
to
his
right
to
see
a
kid
standing
nearby
,
short
and
pudgy
,
staring
at
him
.
He
was
young
--
probably
the
youngest
of
any
in
the
group
he
'd
seen
so
far
,
maybe
twelve
or
thirteen
years
old
.
His
brown
hair
hung
down
over
his
ears
and
neck
,
scraping
the
tops
of
his
shoulders
.
Blue
eyes
shone
through
an
otherwise
pitiful
face
,
flabby
and
flushed
.
Thomas
nodded
at
him
.
"
A
beetle
what
?
"
