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Chuck
screamed
as
he
flew
through
the
air
,
and
he
almost
missed
the
target
,
but
his
feet
went
through
;
then
his
stomach
and
arms
slammed
against
the
sides
of
the
invisible
hole
before
he
disappeared
inside
.
The
boy
's
bravery
solidified
something
in
Thomas
's
heart
.
He
loved
the
kid
.
He
loved
him
as
if
they
had
the
same
mom
.
Thomas
tightened
the
straps
on
his
backpack
,
held
his
makeshift
fighting
spear
tightly
in
his
right
fist
.
The
sounds
behind
him
were
awful
,
horrible
--
he
felt
guilty
for
not
helping
.
Just
do
your
part
,
he
told
himself
.
Steeling
his
nerves
,
he
tapped
his
spear
against
the
stone
ground
,
then
planted
his
left
foot
on
the
very
edge
of
the
Cliff
and
jumped
,
catapulting
up
and
into
the
twilight
air
.
He
pulled
the
spear
close
to
his
torso
,
pointed
his
toes
downward
,
stiffened
his
body
.
Then
he
hit
the
Hole
.
A
line
of
icy
cold
shot
across
Thomas
's
skin
as
he
entered
the
Griever
Hole
,
starting
from
his
toes
and
continuing
up
his
whole
body
,
as
if
he
'd
jumped
through
a
flat
plane
of
freezing
water
.
The
world
went
even
darker
around
him
as
his
feet
thumped
to
a
landing
on
a
slippery
surface
,
then
shot
out
from
under
him
;
he
fell
backward
into
Teresa
's
arms
.
She
and
Chuck
helped
him
stand
.
It
was
a
miracle
Thomas
had
n't
stabbed
someone
's
eye
out
with
his
spear
.
The
Griever
Hole
would
've
been
pitch-black
if
not
for
the
beam
of
Teresa
's
flashlight
cutting
through
the
darkness
.
As
Thomas
got
his
bearings
,
he
realized
they
were
standing
in
a
ten-foot-high
stone
cylinder
.
It
was
damp
,
and
covered
in
shiny
,
grimy
oil
,
and
it
stretched
out
in
front
of
them
for
dozens
of
yards
before
it
faded
into
darkness
.
Thomas
peered
up
at
the
Hole
through
which
they
'd
come
--
it
looked
like
a
square
window
into
a
deep
,
starless
space
.
"
The
computer
's
over
there
,
"
Teresa
said
,
grabbing
his
attention
.
Several
feet
down
the
tunnel
,
she
had
aimed
her
light
at
a
small
square
of
grimy
glass
that
shone
a
dull
green
color
.
Beneath
it
,
a
keyboard
was
set
into
the
wall
,
angling
out
enough
for
someone
to
type
on
it
with
ease
if
standing
.
There
it
was
,
ready
for
the
code
.
Thomas
could
n't
help
thinking
it
seemed
too
easy
,
too
good
to
be
true
.
"
Put
the
words
in
!
"
Chuck
yelled
,
slapping
Thomas
on
the
shoulder
.
"
Hurry
!
"
Thomas
motioned
for
Teresa
to
do
it
.
"
Chuck
and
I
'll
keep
watch
,
make
sure
a
Griever
does
n't
come
through
the
Hole
.
"
