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I should rip your eyes out,_ Newt said, spraying Thomas with spit. __each you a lesson in stupidity.Why__ you come over here? You expected a bloody hug? Huh? A nice sit-down to talk about the goodtimes in the Glade?

Shouldn't someone give a pep talk," Minho asked, pulling Thomas's attention away from Alby."Go ahead," Newt replied.Minho nodded and faced the crowd. "Be careful," he said dryly, "Don't die."Thomas would have laughed if he could, but he was too scared for it to come out."Great. We're all bloody inspired," Newt answered then pointed over his shoulder toward the Maze, "You all know the plan. After two years of being treated like mice, tonight we're making a stand. Tonight we're taking the fight back to the Creators, no matter what we have to go through to get there. Tonight the Grievers better be scared.

A small hole in his shirt revealed a gooey red blob right in the meaty part above his armpit, blood pouring from the wound. It hurt. It hurt bad. If he__ thought his headache downstairs had been tough, this was like three or four of those, all smashed into a coil of pain right there in his shoulder. And spreading through the rest of his body.Newt was at his side, looking down with worried eyes.__e shot me._ It just came out, a new number one on the list of the dumbest things he__ ever said. The pain, like living metal staples running through his insides, pricking and scratching with their little sharp points. He felt his mind going dark for the second time that day.

He finally pulled it all back into his heart, sucking in the painful tide of his misery. In the Glade, Chuck had become a symbol for him__ beacon that somehow they could make everything right again in the world. Sleep in beds. Get kissed goodnight. Have bacon and eggs for breakfast, go to a real school. Be happy.But now Chuck was gone. And his limp body, to which Thomas still clung, seemed a cold talisman__hat not only would those dreams of a hopeful future never come to pass, but that life had never been that way in the first place. That even in escape, dreary days lay ahead. A life of sorrow.His returning memories were sketchy at best. But not much good floated in the muck.Thomas reeled in the pain, locked it somewhere deep inside him. He did it for Teresa. For Newt and Minho. Whatever darkness awaited them, they__ be together, and that was all that mattered right then.

What's going on?" Newt asked, looking back and forth between Thomas and Aris. "Why're you guys looking at each other like you just fell in love?

They called you the Glue""The Glue?""Yeah. Probably because you're kind of the glue that holds us all together

That__ my girl,_ she said, her eyes holding a shared pain as she saw my confusion. __l, where are you going to put her? Not in your room. She__ pull a line through you and kill you when you hog the blankets. I__l take the waif in. I promise I__l bring this one up properly.

You need to be clever to best him. Are you clever, Rach

I hated the place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was all _ your _ fault!

Newt shook his head, his face a mixture of anger and awe. __hat you did was half brave and half bloody stupid. Seems like you__e pretty good at that.