Yankee cautiously slid along the walls of the maze, searching for a possible hidden door. His long, skinny legs trembled under his trousers.
He let out a yelp of surprise, as he felt some cold and metallic open under his palms.
"An elevator?" Yankee asked himself, as the lift doors creaked open. All that can be found inside was a silver revolver.
"Newton's gun?" Yankee gasped. "He'd never leave that lying around." He quickly grabbed the gun, slid it under his suspenders, but as soon as he did this, the lift doors slammed shut. The elevator speed upwards, sending the wobbly Yankee to the floor. Terrified, he squeezed his eyes shut...
Then, a bell rang, and the lift doors opened. Yankee barreled out into a long, dark hallway, lit in slits of white light at rare intervals. At the end stood a platnium blond figure dressed in black.
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" Yankee brandished Thomas' gun, running down the hallway.
The figure spun around, and although his face was completely cloaked in shadow, he bellowed in a deep, smoky voice, "Yankee, halt!"
Yankee, remembering Newton's gun only held blanks, tried to psych the Duke out by firing a round towards his chest.
Except there were no blanks.
And that wasn't the Duke. As soon as the gunshot rang out, the figure's hair turned orange. Earthling gurgled, clutching his bleeding chest, as he slumped downwards.
"EARTHLING! NOOO!" Yankee dropped the gun and rushed to his friend's side. Yankee sobbed, "I..I'm s-sorry! I didn't mean to..."
Earthling, gasping for breath, managed a chuckle, "I...always thought...I'd meet...my end...by a young american..." Then one last gasp and...
"NO! No no no!" Yankee screamed, "Don't die! Please..."
"Traitor..." a voice hissed behind him, as Yankee's suspenders were torn from him and wrapped around his neck. It was Yankee's turn to gasp for air, as blue eyes burned above him, bearing a cruel sneer...
To be continued...
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