Elevator Hitch Characters Novels & Stories

The powerful machines lined up along the walls. In the very center of the room, a 10 meter square hatch had been forced open. Its door had been torn off with great force by some machine, and was set to the side like useless scrap. When the elevator from the floor below reached the hatch, the Drogar quickly loaded it up with the crates they were holding. Once it was full of crates and people, it sank down to the lower level, where they unloaded everything, and continued their way down darker, mustier hallways.

“Elara.” She looked up. “When I say jump... jump.” “What?” “Trust me.” “I do.” The answer came instantly. Without hesitation. His chest tightened. He had never wanted to deserve someone's trust as much as he did hers. He wrapped one arm around her securely. With the other, he reached toward the emergency lever. The elevator continued falling. Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight. Twenty-seven. He pulled. Nothing happened. He pulled harder. The lever finally snapped downward. A violent grinding noise exploded beneath them.