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Words
burst
from
Gally
's
mouth
.
"
They
...
can
control
me
...
I
do
n't
--
"
His
eyes
bulged
,
a
hand
went
to
his
throat
as
if
he
were
choking
.
"
I.
.
.
have
...
to
...
"
Each
word
was
a
croaking
cough
.
Then
he
stilled
,
his
face
calming
,
his
body
relaxing
.
It
was
just
like
Alby
in
bed
,
back
in
the
Glade
,
after
he
went
through
the
Changing
.
The
same
type
of
thing
had
happened
to
him
.
What
did
it
--
But
Thomas
did
n't
have
time
to
finish
his
thought
.
Gally
reached
behind
himself
,
pulled
something
long
and
shiny
from
his
back
pocket
.
The
lights
of
the
chamber
flashed
off
the
silvery
surface
--
a
wicked-looking
dagger
,
gripped
tightly
in
his
fingers
.
With
unexpected
speed
,
he
reared
back
and
threw
the
knife
at
Thomas
.
As
he
did
so
,
Thomas
heard
a
shout
to
his
right
,
sensed
movement
.
Toward
him
.
The
blade
windmilled
,
its
every
turn
visible
to
Thomas
,
as
if
the
world
had
turned
to
slow
motion
.
As
if
it
did
so
for
the
sole
purpose
of
allowing
him
to
feel
the
terror
of
seeing
such
a
thing
.
On
the
knife
came
,
flipping
over
and
over
,
straight
at
him
.
A
strangled
cry
was
forming
in
his
throat
;
he
urged
himself
to
move
but
he
could
n't
.
Then
,
inexplicably
,
Chuck
was
there
,
diving
in
front
of
him
.
Thomas
felt
as
if
his
feet
had
been
frozen
in
blocks
of
ice
;
he
could
only
stare
at
the
scene
of
horror
unfolding
before
him
,
completely
helpless
.
With
a
sickening
,
wet
thunk
,
the
dagger
slammed
into
Chuck
's
chest
,
burying
itself
to
the
hilt
.
The
boy
screamed
,
fell
to
the
floor
,
his
body
already
convulsing
.
Blood
poured
from
the
wound
,
dark
crimson
.
His
legs
slapped
against
the
floor
,
feet
kicking
aimlessly
with
onrushing
death
.
Red
spit
oozed
from
between
his
lips
.
Thomas
felt
as
if
the
world
were
collapsing
around
him
,
crushing
his
heart
.
He
fell
to
the
ground
,
pulled
Chuck
's
shaking
body
into
his
arms
.
"
Chuck
!
"
he
screamed
;
his
voice
felt
like
acid
ripping
through
his
throat
.
"
Chuck
!
"
The
boy
shook
uncontrollably
,
blood
everywhere
,
wetting
Thomas
's
hands
.
Chuck
's
eyes
had
rolled
up
in
their
sockets
,
dull
white
orbs
.
Blood
trickled
out
of
his
nose
and
mouth
.
