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hebeganhisnewlifestandingup,surroundedbycolddarknessandstale,dustyair
metalgroundagainstmetal;alurchingshuddershookthefloorbeneathhimhefelldownatthesuddenmovementandshuffledbackwardonhishandsandfeet,dropsofsweatbeadingonhisforeheaddespitethecoolairhisbackstruckahardmetalwall;heslidalongituntilhehitthecoeroftheroomsinkingtothefloor,hepulledhislegsuptightagainsthisbody,hopinghiseyeswouldsoonadjusttothedarkness
withanotherjolt,theroomjerkedupwardlikeanoldliftinamineshaft
harshsoundsofchainsandpulleys,liketheworkingsofanancientsteelfactory,echoedthroughtheroom,bouncingoffthewallswithahollow,tinnywhinethelightlesselevatorswayedbackandforthasitascended,tuingtheboy’sstomachsourwithnausea;asmelllikebutoilinvadedhissenses,makinghimfeelworsehewantedtocry,butnotearscame;hecouldonlysitthere,alone,waiting
mynameisthomas,hethought
that…thatwastheonlythinghecouldrememberabouthislife
hedidn’tunderstandhowthiscouldbepossiblehismindfunctionedwithoutflaw,tryingtocalculatehissurroundingsandpredicamentknowledgefloodedhisthoughts,factsandimages,memoriesanddetailsoftheworldandhowitworkshepicturedsnowontrees,runningdownaleaf-strewnroad,eatingahamburger,themooncastingapaleglowonagrassymeadow,swimminginalake,abusycitysquarewithhundredsofpeoplebustlingabouttheirbusiness
andyethedidn’tknowwherehecamefrom,orhowhe’dgotteninsidethedarklift,orwhohisparentswerehedidn’tevenknowhislastnameimagesofpeopleflashedacrosshismind,buttherewasnorecognition,theirfacesreplacedwithhauntedsmearsofcolorhecouldn’tthinkofonepersonheknew,orrecallasingleconversation
theroomcontinueditsascent,swaying;thomasgrewimmunetotheceaselessrattlingofthechainsthatpulledhimupwardalongtimepassedminutesstretchedintohours,althoughitwasimpossibletoknowforsurebecauseeverysecondseemedaneteitynohewassmarterthanthattrustinghisinstincts,heknewhe’dbeenmovingforroughlyhalfanhour
strangelyenough,hefelthisfearwhiskedawaylikeaswarmofgnatscaughtinthewind,replacedbyanintensecuriosityhewantedtoknowwherehewasandwhatwashappening
withagroanandthenaclonk,therisingroomhalted;thesuddenchangejoltedthomasfromhishuddledpositionandthrewhimacrossthehardfloorashescrambledtohisfeet,hefelttheroomswaylessandlessuntilitfinallystilledeverythingfellsilent
aminutepassedtwohelookedineverydirectionbutsawonlydarkness;hefeltalongthewallsagain,searchingforawayoutbuttherewasnothing,onlythecoolmetalhegroanedinfrustration;hisechoamplifiedthroughtheair,likethehauntedmoanofdeathitfaded,andsilenceretuedhescreamed,calledforhelp,poundedonthewallswithhisfists
nothing
thomasbackedintothecoeronceagain,foldedhisarmsandshivered,andthefearretuedhefeltaworryingshudderinhischest,asifhisheartwantedtoescape,tofleehisbody
“someone…help…me!”hescreamed;eachwordrippedhisthroatraw
aloudclankrangoutabovehimandhesuckedinastartledbreathashelookedupastraightlineoflightappearedacrosstheceilingoftheroom,andthomaswatchedasitexpandedaheavygratingsoundrevealeddoubleslidingdoorsbeingforcedopenaftersolongindarkness,thelightstabbedhiseyes;helookedaway,coveringhisfacewithbothhands
heheardnoisesabove—voices—andfearsqueezedhischest
“lookatthatshank”
“howoldishe”
“lookslikeaklunkinat-shirt”
“you’retheklunk,shuck-face”
“dude,itsmellslikefeetdownthere!”
“hopeyouenjoyedtheone-waytrip,greenie”
“ain’tnoticketback,bro”
thomaswa**withawaveofconfusion,blisteredwithpanicthevoiceswereodd,tingedwithecho;someofthewordswerepletelyforeign—othersfeltfamiliarhewilledhiseyestoadjustashesquintedtowardthelightandthosespeakingatfirsthecouldseeonlyshiftingshadows,buttheysoontuedintotheshapesofbodies—peoplebendingovertheholeintheceiling,lookingdownathim,pointing
andthen,asifthelensofacamerahadsharpeneditsfocus,thefacesclearedtheywereboys,allofthem—someyoung,someolderthomasdidn’tknowwhathe’dexpected,butseeingthosefacespuzzledhimtheywerejustteenagerskidssomeofhisfearmeltedaway,butnotenoughtocalmhisracingheart
someoneloweredaropefromabove,theendofittiedintoabigloopthomashesitated,thensteppedintoitwithhisrightfootandclutchedtheropeashewasyankedtowardtheskyhandsreacheddown,lotsofhands,grabbinghimbyhisclothes,pullinghimuptheworldseemedtospin,aswirlingmistoffacesandcolorandlightastormofemotionswrenchedhisgut,twistedandpulled;hewantedtoscream,cry,throwupthechorusofvoiceshadgrownsilent,butsomeonespokeastheyyankedhimoverthesharpedgeofthedarkboxandthomasknewhe’dneverforgetthewords
“nicetomeetya,shank,”theboysaid“weletotheglade”
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