CHAPTER 2: THE MAZE
5 silent minutes passed and Newton didn't move a muscle but his stomach did otherwise. "We know you're down there, and you sound pretty hungry. Just climb up." One of the strangers coaxed. Newton glared at them. "Don't worry," the other figure chuckled. "We won't bite. Just climb up, look around, grab a bite to eat and you'll see we are not such bad shanks." When Newton finally stood up, all the blood rushed from his head and he tripped over his sluggish, weak legs. He flailed his arms, trying to catch his fall, but instead, he fell to the ground, followed by a sickening thud, but Newton didn't feel the pain until seconds later. He huffed and quickly grabbed at his right knee. Just my luck he thought with pain and dismay. That's gonna leave a bruise later, he winced. He strained his neck to get a good look at his rescuers from the metal death box. "Come on Greenie, we don't have all day." One of the black outlines said impatiently. Newton took a deep breath and hoisted himself up onto his good leg and regained his stability. While his muscles screamed in pain, and hobbled towards the light and grasped the rope. He raised his pale arm to block the light and glared at the strangers. Still, all Newton could see was their shadowy figures. "Why should I trust you?" He called out hoarsely. The strangers looked at each other and smirked. "Why? You don't trust us?" One of them taunted. Newton swallowed slowly, choosing his next words wisely. "I mean, if you want to stay here that's fine." The other stranger offered, and slowly started to pull the rope up. "No!" Newton shouted. The figures flinched. "No," he said quieter with a smirk on his face. "You'll miss me."
