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On
the
next
switch
,
he
let
his
hand
slip
a
bit
before
clasping
tightly
.
The
ivy-rope
burned
his
palm
,
but
he
'd
slipped
several
feet
closer
to
the
ground
.
He
did
the
same
with
the
next
vine
.
And
the
next
.
Three
swings
later
he
'd
made
his
way
halfway
to
the
Maze
floor
.
Scorching
pain
flared
up
both
his
arms
;
he
felt
the
sting
of
raw
skin
on
his
hands
.
The
adrenaline
rushing
through
his
body
helped
push
away
his
fear
--
he
just
kept
moving
.
On
his
next
swing
,
the
darkness
prevented
Thomas
from
seeing
a
new
wall
looming
in
front
of
him
until
it
was
too
late
;
the
corridor
ended
and
turned
to
the
right
.
He
slammed
into
the
stone
ahead
,
losing
his
grip
on
the
vine
.
Throwing
his
arms
out
,
Thomas
flailed
,
reaching
and
grabbing
to
stop
his
plunge
to
the
hard
stone
below
.
At
the
same
instant
,
he
saw
the
Griever
out
of
the
corner
of
his
left
eye
.
It
had
altered
its
course
and
was
almost
on
him
,
reaching
out
with
its
clasping
claw
.
Thomas
found
a
vine
halfway
to
the
ground
and
grasped
it
,
his
arms
almost
ripping
out
of
their
sockets
at
the
sudden
stop
.
He
pushed
off
the
wall
with
both
feet
as
hard
as
he
could
,
swinging
his
body
away
from
it
just
as
the
Griever
charged
in
with
its
claw
and
needles
.
Thomas
kicked
out
with
his
right
leg
,
connecting
with
the
arm
attached
to
the
claw
.
A
sharp
crack
revealed
a
small
victory
,
but
any
elation
ended
when
he
realized
that
the
momentum
of
his
swing
was
now
pulling
him
back
down
to
land
right
on
top
of
the
creature
.
Pulsing
with
adrenaline
,
Thomas
drew
his
legs
together
and
pulled
them
tight
against
his
chest
.
As
soon
as
he
made
contact
with
the
Griever
's
body
,
disgustingly
sinking
inches
into
its
gushy
skin
,
he
kicked
out
with
both
feet
to
push
off
,
squirming
to
avoid
the
swarm
of
needles
and
claws
coming
at
him
from
all
directions
.
He
swung
his
body
out
and
to
the
left
;
then
he
jumped
toward
the
wall
of
the
Maze
,
trying
to
grab
another
vine
;
the
Griever
's
vicious
tools
snapped
and
clawed
at
him
from
behind
.
He
felt
a
deep
scratch
on
his
back
.
Flailing
once
again
,
Thomas
found
a
new
vine
and
clutched
it
with
both
hands
.
He
gripped
the
plant
just
enough
to
slow
him
down
as
he
slid
to
the
ground
,
ignoring
the
horrible
burn
.
As
soon
as
his
feet
hit
the
solid
stone
floor
,
he
took
off
,
running
despite
the
scream
of
exhaustion
from
his
body
.
A
booming
crash
sounded
behind
him
,
followed
by
the
rolling
,
cracking
,
whirring
of
the
Griever
But
Thomas
refused
to
look
back
,
knowing
every
second
counted
.
He
rounded
a
corner
of
the
Maze
,
then
another
.
Pounding
the
stone
with
his
feet
,
he
fled
as
fast
as
he
possibly
could
.
Somewhere
in
his
mind
he
tracked
his
own
movements
,
hoping
he
'd
live
long
enough
to
use
the
information
to
return
to
the
Door
again
.
