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"
Two
.
"
Alby
's
voice
was
louder
,
filled
with
warning
.
"
Ben
,
"
Thomas
said
,
trying
to
make
sense
of
it
all
.
"
I
'm
not
...
I
do
n't
even
know
what
--
"
Ben
screamed
,
a
strangled
gurgle
of
madness
,
and
leaped
into
the
air
,
slashing
out
with
his
blade
.
"
Three
!
"
Alby
shouted
.
There
was
the
sound
of
snapping
wire
.
The
whoosh
of
an
object
slicing
through
the
air
.
The
sickening
,
wet
thunk
of
it
finding
a
home
.
Ben
's
head
snapped
violently
to
the
left
,
twisting
his
body
until
he
landed
on
his
stomach
,
his
feet
pointed
toward
Thomas
.
He
made
no
sound
.
Thomas
jumped
to
his
feet
and
stumbled
forward
.
The
long
shaft
of
the
arrow
stuck
from
Ben
's
cheek
,
the
blood
surprisingly
less
than
Thomas
had
expected
,
but
seeping
out
all
the
same
.
Black
in
the
darkness
,
like
oil
.
The
only
movement
was
Ben
's
right
pinky
finger
,
twitching
.
Thomas
fought
the
urge
to
puke
.
Was
Ben
dead
because
of
him
?
Was
it
his
fault
?
"
Come
on
,
"
Alby
said
.
"
Baggers
'll
take
care
of
him
tomorrow
.
"
What
just
happened
here
?
Thomas
thought
,
the
world
tilting
around
him
as
he
stared
at
the
lifeless
body
.
What
did
I
ever
do
to
this
kid
?
