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I
'm
almost
done
,
she
replied
.
The
Griever
's
spikes
appeared
again
;
it
surged
ahead
and
another
arm
popped
out
of
its
skin
and
shot
forward
,
this
one
with
huge
claws
,
snapping
to
grab
the
spear
.
Thomas
swung
,
this
time
from
above
his
head
,
throwing
every
bit
of
strength
into
the
attack
.
The
spear
crashed
into
the
base
of
the
claws
.
With
a
loud
clunk
,
and
then
a
squishing
sound
,
the
entire
arm
ripped
free
of
its
socket
,
falling
to
the
floor
.
Then
,
from
some
kind
of
mouth
that
Thomas
could
n't
see
,
the
Griever
let
out
a
long
,
piercing
shriek
and
pulled
back
again
;
the
spikes
disappeared
.
"
These
things
are
beatable
!
"
Thomas
shouted
.
It
wo
n't
let
me
enter
the
last
word
!
Teresa
said
in
his
mind
.
Barely
hearing
her
,
not
quite
understanding
,
he
yelled
out
a
roar
and
charged
ahead
to
take
advantage
of
the
Griever
's
moment
of
weakness
.
Swinging
his
spear
wildly
,
he
jumped
on
top
of
the
creature
's
bulbous
body
,
whacking
two
metal
arms
away
from
him
with
a
loud
crack
.
He
lifted
the
spear
above
his
head
,
braced
his
feet
--
felt
them
sink
into
the
disgusting
blubber
--
then
thrust
the
spear
down
and
into
the
monster
.
A
slimy
yellow
goo
exploded
from
the
flesh
,
splashing
over
Thomas
's
legs
as
he
drove
the
spear
as
far
as
it
would
sink
into
the
thing
's
body
.
Then
he
released
the
hilt
of
the
weapon
and
jumped
away
,
running
back
to
Chuck
and
Teresa
.
Thomas
watched
in
sick
fascination
as
the
Griever
twitched
uncontrollably
,
spewing
the
yellow
oil
in
every
direction
.
Spikes
popped
in
and
out
of
the
skin
;
its
remaining
arms
swung
around
in
mass
confusion
,
at
times
impaling
its
own
body
.
Soon
it
began
to
slow
,
losing
energy
with
every
ounce
of
blood
--
or
fuel
--
it
lost
.
A
few
seconds
later
,
it
stopped
moving
altogether
.
Thomas
could
n't
believe
it
.
He
absolutely
could
n't
believe
it
.
He
'd
just
defeated
a
Griever
,
one
of
the
monsters
that
had
terrorized
the
Gladers
for
more
than
two
years
.
He
glanced
behind
him
at
Chuck
,
standing
there
with
eyes
wide
.
"
You
killed
it
,
"
the
boy
said
.
He
laughed
,
as
if
that
one
act
had
solved
all
their
problems
.
