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A
few
minutes
passed
before
Thomas
saw
the
first
glimmer
of
light
shine
off
the
Maze
walls
up
ahead
.
The
terrible
sounds
he
'd
heard
escalate
for
the
last
hour
took
on
a
high-pitched
,
mechanical
squeal
,
like
a
robotic
death
yell
.
A
red
light
to
his
left
,
on
the
wall
,
caught
his
attention
.
He
turned
and
almost
screamed
out
loud
--
a
beetle
blade
was
only
a
few
inches
from
him
,
its
spindly
legs
poking
through
the
ivy
and
somehow
sticking
to
the
stone
.
The
red
light
of
its
eye
was
like
a
little
sun
,
too
bright
to
look
at
directly
.
Thomas
squinted
and
tried
to
focus
on
the
beetle
's
body
.
The
torso
was
a
silver
cylinder
,
maybe
three
inches
in
diameter
and
ten
inches
long
.
Twelve
jointed
legs
ran
along
the
length
of
its
bottom
,
spread
out
,
making
the
thing
look
like
a
sleeping
lizard
.
The
head
was
impossible
to
see
because
of
the
red
beam
of
light
shining
right
at
him
,
though
it
seemed
small
,
vision
its
only
purpose
,
perhaps
.
But
then
Thomas
saw
the
most
chilling
part
.
He
thought
he
'd
seen
it
before
,
back
in
the
Glade
when
the
beetle
blade
had
scooted
past
him
and
into
the
woods
.
Now
it
was
confirmed
:
the
red
light
from
its
eye
cast
a
creepy
glow
on
six
capital
letters
smeared
across
the
torso
,
as
if
they
had
been
written
with
blood
:
WICKED
Thomas
could
n't
imagine
why
that
one
word
would
be
stamped
on
the
beetle
blade
,
unless
for
the
purpose
of
announcing
to
the
Gladers
that
it
was
evil
.
Wicked
.
He
knew
it
had
to
be
a
spy
for
whoever
had
sent
them
here
--
Alby
had
told
him
as
much
,
saying
the
beetles
were
how
the
Creators
watched
them
.
Thomas
stilled
himself
,
held
his
breath
,
hoping
that
maybe
the
beetle
only
detected
movement
.
Long
seconds
passed
,
his
lungs
screaming
for
air
.
With
a
click
and
then
a
clack
,
the
beetle
turned
and
scuttled
off
,
disappearing
into
the
ivy
.
Thomas
sucked
in
a
huge
gulp
of
air
,
then
another
,
feeling
the
pinch
of
the
vines
tied
around
his
chest
.
Another
mechanical
squeal
screeched
through
the
Maze
,
close
now
,
followed
by
the
surge
of
revved
machinery
