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Thomas
took
an
involuntary
step
backward
,
horrified
by
what
Ben
had
said
.
What
did
he
mean
,
he
'd
seen
him
?
Why
did
he
think
Thomas
was
bad
?
Alby
had
n't
moved
his
weapon
an
inch
,
still
aiming
for
Ben
.
"
You
leave
that
to
me
and
the
Keepers
to
figure
out
,
shuck-face
.
"
His
hands
were
perfectly
steady
as
he
held
the
bow
,
almost
as
if
he
had
propped
it
against
a
branch
for
support
.
"
Right
now
,
back
your
scrawny
butt
down
and
get
to
the
Homestead
.
"
"
He
'll
wan
na
take
us
home
,
"
Ben
said
.
"
He
'll
wan
na
get
us
out
of
the
Maze
.
Better
we
all
jumped
off
the
Cliff
!
Better
we
tore
each
other
's
guts
out
!
"
"
What
are
you
talking
--
"
Thomas
began
.
"
Shut
your
face
!
"
Ben
screamed
.
"
Shut
your
ugly
,
traitorous
face
!
"
"
Ben
,
"
Alby
said
calmly
.
"
I
'm
gon
na
count
to
three
.
"
"
He
's
bad
,
he
's
bad
,
he
's
bad
...
,
"
Ben
was
whispering
now
,
almost
chanting
.
He
swayed
back
and
forth
,
switching
the
knife
from
hand
to
hand
,
eyes
glued
on
Thomas
.
"
One
.
"
"
Bad
,
bad
,
bad
,
bad
,
bad
...
"
Ben
smiled
;
his
teeth
seemed
to
glow
,
greenish
in
the
pale
light
.
Thomas
wanted
to
look
away
,
get
out
of
there
.
But
he
could
n't
move
;
he
was
too
mesmerized
,
too
scared
.
