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Logic
told
him
it
had
to
be
his
mind
playing
tricks
on
him
,
but
he
swore
he
saw
the
word
WICKED
scrawled
down
its
rounded
back
in
large
green
letters
.
Something
so
strange
had
to
be
investigated
.
Thomas
sprinted
after
the
scurrying
spy
,
and
in
a
matter
of
seconds
he
entered
the
thick
copse
of
trees
and
the
world
became
dark
.
He
could
n't
believe
how
quickly
the
light
disappeared
.
From
the
Glade
proper
,
the
forest
did
n't
look
that
big
,
maybe
a
couple
of
acres
.
Yet
the
trees
were
tall
with
sturdy
trunks
,
packed
tightly
together
,
the
canopy
up
above
thick
with
leaves
.
The
air
around
him
had
a
greenish
,
muted
hue
,
as
if
only
several
minutes
of
twilight
remained
in
the
day
.
It
was
somehow
beautiful
and
creepy
,
all
at
once
.
Moving
as
fast
as
he
could
,
Thomas
crashed
through
the
heavy
foliage
,
thin
branches
slapping
at
his
face
.
He
ducked
to
avoid
a
low-hanging
limb
,
almost
falling
.
Reaching
out
,
he
caught
hold
of
a
branch
and
swung
himself
forward
to
regain
his
balance
.
A
thick
bed
of
leaves
and
fallen
twigs
crunched
underneath
him
.
All
the
while
,
his
eyes
stayed
riveted
on
the
beetle
blade
scuttling
across
the
forest
floor
.
Deeper
it
went
,
its
red
light
glowing
brighter
as
the
surroundings
darkened
.
Thomas
had
charged
thirty
or
forty
feet
into
the
woods
,
dodging
and
ducking
and
losing
ground
with
every
second
,
when
the
beetle
blade
jumped
onto
a
particularly
large
tree
and
scooted
up
its
trunk
.
But
by
the
time
Thomas
reached
the
tree
,
any
sign
of
the
creature
had
vanished
.
It
had
disappeared
deep
within
the
foliage
--
almost
as
if
it
had
never
existed
.
He
'd
lost
the
sucker
.
"
Shuck
it
,
"
Thomas
whispered
,
almost
as
a
joke
.
Almost
.
As
strange
as
it
seemed
,
the
word
felt
natural
on
his
lips
,
like
he
was
already
morphing
into
a
Glader
.
A
twig
snapped
somewhere
to
his
right
and
he
jerked
his
head
in
that
direction
.
He
stilled
his
breath
,
listened
.
