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The
Griever
's
spikes
tore
into
the
stone
,
throwing
shredded
ivy
and
rock
chips
in
every
direction
.
Its
arms
shifted
about
like
the
legs
of
the
beetle
blade
,
some
with
sharp
picks
that
drove
into
the
stone
of
the
wall
for
support
.
A
bright
light
on
the
end
of
one
arm
pointed
directly
at
Thomas
,
only
this
time
,
the
beam
did
n't
move
away
.
Thomas
felt
the
last
drop
of
hope
drain
from
his
body
.
He
knew
the
only
option
left
was
to
run
.
I
'm
sorry
,
Alby
,
he
thought
as
he
unraveled
the
thick
vine
from
his
chest
.
Using
his
left
hand
to
hold
tight
to
the
foliage
above
him
,
he
finished
unwrapping
himself
and
prepared
to
move
.
He
knew
he
could
n't
go
up
--
that
would
bring
the
Griever
across
the
path
of
Alby
.
Down
,
of
course
,
was
only
an
option
if
he
wanted
to
die
as
quickly
as
possible
.
He
had
to
go
to
the
side
.
Thomas
reached
out
and
grabbed
a
vine
two
feet
to
the
left
of
where
he
hung
.
Wrapping
it
around
his
hand
,
he
yanked
on
it
with
a
sharp
tug
.
It
held
true
,
just
like
all
the
others
.
A
quick
glance
below
revealed
that
the
Griever
had
already
halved
the
distance
between
them
,
and
it
was
moving
faster
yet
,
no
more
pauses
or
stops
.
Thomas
let
go
of
the
rope
he
'd
used
around
his
chest
and
heaved
his
body
to
the
left
,
scraping
along
the
wall
.
Before
his
pendulum
swing
took
him
back
toward
Alby
,
he
reached
out
for
another
vine
,
catching
a
nice
thick
one
.
This
time
he
grabbed
it
with
both
hands
and
turned
to
plant
the
bottom
of
his
feet
on
the
wall
.
He
shuffled
his
body
to
the
right
as
far
as
the
plant
would
let
him
,
then
let
go
and
grabbed
another
one
.
Then
another
.
Like
some
tree-climbing
monkey
,
Thomas
found
he
could
move
more
quickly
than
he
ever
could
've
hoped
.
The
sounds
of
his
pursuer
went
on
relentlessly
,
only
now
with
the
bone-shuddering
addition
of
cracking
and
splitting
rock
joined
in
.
Thomas
swung
to
the
right
several
more
times
before
he
dared
to
look
back
.
The
Griever
had
altered
its
course
from
Alby
to
head
directly
for
Thomas
.
Finally
,
Thomas
thought
,
something
went
right
.
Pushing
off
with
his
feet
as
strongly
as
he
could
,
swing
by
swing
,
he
fled
the
hideous
thing
.
Thomas
did
n't
need
to
look
behind
him
to
know
the
Griever
was
gaining
on
him
with
every
passing
second
.
The
sounds
gave
it
away
.
Somehow
,
he
had
to
get
back
to
the
ground
,
or
it
would
all
end
quickly
.
