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Ben
's
head
snapped
back
as
he
was
jerked
forward
,
the
Keepers
pushing
the
pole
toward
the
Maze
outside
the
Glade
.
A
strangling
cry
erupted
from
Ben
's
throat
,
louder
than
the
sounds
of
the
closing
Door
.
He
fell
to
his
knees
,
only
to
be
jerked
back
to
his
feet
by
the
Keeper
in
front
,
a
thick
guy
with
black
hair
and
a
snarl
on
his
face
"
Noooooooooo
!
"
Ben
screamed
,
spit
flying
from
his
mouth
as
he
thrashed
about
,
tearing
at
the
collar
with
his
hands
.
But
the
combined
strength
of
the
Keepers
was
way
too
much
,
forcing
the
condemned
boy
closer
and
closer
to
the
edge
of
the
Glade
,
just
as
the
right
wall
was
almost
there
.
"
Noooo
!
"
he
screamed
again
,
and
then
again
.
He
tried
to
plant
his
feet
at
the
threshold
,
but
it
only
lasted
for
a
split
second
;
the
pole
sent
him
into
the
Maze
with
a
lurch
.
Soon
he
was
fully
four
feet
outside
the
Glade
,
jerking
his
body
from
side
to
side
as
he
tried
to
escape
his
collar
.
The
walls
of
the
Door
were
only
seconds
from
sealing
shut
.
With
one
last
violent
effort
,
Ben
was
finally
able
to
twist
his
neck
in
the
circle
of
leather
so
that
his
whole
body
turned
to
face
the
Gladers
.
Thomas
could
n't
believe
he
was
still
looking
upon
a
human
being
--
the
madness
in
Ben
's
eyes
,
the
phlegm
flying
from
his
mouth
,
the
pale
skin
stretched
taut
across
his
veins
and
bones
.
He
looked
as
alien
as
anything
Thomas
could
imagine
.
"
Hold
!
"
Alby
shouted
.
Ben
screamed
then
,
without
pause
,
a
sound
so
piercing
that
Thomas
covered
his
ears
.
It
was
a
bestial
,
lunatic
cry
,
surely
ripping
the
boy
's
vocal
cords
to
shreds
.
At
the
last
second
,
the
front
Keeper
somehow
loosened
the
larger
pole
from
the
piece
attached
to
Ben
and
yanked
it
back
into
the
Glade
,
leaving
the
boy
to
his
Banishment
.
Ben
's
final
screams
were
cut
off
when
the
walls
closed
with
a
terrible
boom
.
Thomas
squeezed
his
eyes
shut
and
was
surprised
to
feel
tears
trickling
down
his
cheeks
.
For
the
second
night
in
a
row
,
Thomas
went
to
bed
with
the
haunted
image
of
Ben
's
face
burned
into
his
mind
,
tormenting
him
.
How
different
would
things
be
right
now
if
it
were
n't
for
that
one
boy
?
Thomas
could
almost
convince
himself
he
'd
be
completely
content
,
happy
and
excited
to
learn
his
new
life
,
aim
for
his
goal
of
being
a
Runner
.
Almost
.
Deep
down
he
knew
that
Ben
was
only
part
of
his
many
problems
.
But
now
he
was
gone
,
Banished
to
the
world
of
the
Grievers
,
taken
to
wherever
they
took
their
prey
,
victim
to
whatever
was
done
there
.
Though
he
had
plenty
of
reasons
to
despise
Ben
,
he
mostly
felt
sorry
for
him
.
Thomas
could
n't
imagine
going
out
that
way
,
but
based
on
Ben
's
last
moments
,
psychotically
thrashing
and
spitting
and
screaming
,
he
no
longer
doubted
the
importance
of
the
Glade
rule
that
no
one
should
enter
the
Maze
except
Runners
,
and
then
only
during
the
day
.
Somehow
Ben
had
already
been
stung
once
,
which
meant
he
knew
better
than
perhaps
anyone
just
exactly
what
lay
in
store
for
him
.
