Homelander Elevator Novels & Stories

The Enforcers on the roof were thrown off by the sudden acceleration, their bodies hitting the walls of the shaft with wet thuds. “Level 80… 90…” Julian gasped. “We’re almost there! Lisa, the pressure is too high! You’re going to blow the car’s structural seals!” “Then we’ll jump!” The elevator hit the penthouse lobby with a bone-jarring impact. The doors didn’t slide open; they were blown outward by the sheer force of Lisa’s resonance. She stepped out into the penthouse, Maya’s pod floating beside her in a tether of violet light.

SAKIA POV The private service elevator was small, utilitarian, and smelled faintly of industrial cleaner and damp concrete. Evander didn't let go of my hand until the heavy metal doors fully slid shut, trapping us in the dim, rattling space. The absolute silence inside the elevator shaft felt heavy after the chaos of the boardroom and the frantic shouting of the lobby. I leaned my back against the cold steel wall, looking down at my hands. They were still trembling slightly. Evander stood right beside me, his jaw set, staring straight ahead as the floor numbers ticked down on the overhead display.

He looked back at me for a while before pushing himself off of the wall and walking over to the elevator door. My heart was racing again for the umpteenth time today. As soon as they opened, he walked out and snapped his fingers. His men walked over, coming into the elevator and grabbing her. I stepped out after them, trying to understand what was happening. They held her arms tightly, making sure that she didn't get away and even hurting her in the process as she screamed in pain. But nobody but us was around and the security guard at the entrance just looked the other way once he saw Landon.

Richard pointed toward the far end. “There.” They approached it. The elevator appeared completely dead. Xavier examined the control panel. “No power.” Lucas looked at Richard. “Can it be activated manually?” Richard nodded. “There should be a backup mechanism.” They searched the wall. After several minutes, Xavier found a hidden panel. Behind it was a mechanical switch. He pulled it. The elevator lights came on. A list of levels appeared. 01–17. Lucas pressed 17. The elevator began descending. The journey seemed to last forever.

"They think we'll try to leave through the front or make a stand in the penthouse. They don't know about this elevator." "How do you know?" "Because I designed it that way. Built it into the renovation plans under a different contractor. Off the books." The elevator jolted slightly as it descended past the main lobby level. Lower. Into the subbasement. Elara's hand went to her pocket. The letter was still there. Safe. But would they be? The elevator slowed. Stopped. The doors opened onto a dimly lit parking garage. Concrete pillars cast long shadows. Flickering fluorescent lights made everything look sickly and unreal.

A realization came to him that his gun was no longer in his hands after she aimed at the cams in the elevator. She shot down the cams on the elevator and pressed the ground button of the elevator. When the elevator closed completely, Luciano, who was still frozen, his phone rang, and he picked it up. She observed him cautiously as he picked up the phone. And she pressed the button on his phone for the loudspeaker, before she hurriedly climbed up, hiding on the roof of the elevator. Like a Spiderman, as she spread her body to be invisible from outside, she waited for the elevator to go to the ground floor.

Those were so far away that the pack would have to increase tenfold before we got halfway to it. "Last floor. We need to go up. There is a security guard up there. Jerry. Nice fellow. He won't mind me popping in. If he does put up a fuss, disarm, don't harm." Lysander instructed and walked to the elevator on the opposite side. Punching a button and scanning his work card, the doors opened with a ding. He cursed beneath his breath. "Thought they wouldn't have logged me out yet. They need my fucking computer most likely. Fucking idiots."

It meant that they would suffer the consequences if my order isn’t carried out the next second. The blonde man knew this, nodding nervously before saying, “Y-yes Alp—I mean Sir Hunter. Please, this way,” he gestured for me and I followed. I glanced at Jared who followed closely without saying a word. His eyes darkened, and I can feel his strong aura oozing off him as he walked. We got into the elevator and stopped at the top floor. “Here we are,” The meat and bones spoke, leading us to a separate room.

Ivory put on contact lenses and used concealer to hide his scar, and Greg wore shades and a hoodie before the two took a subway to the stop at the Primordial station, which was only a thirty-minute drive from Xandar and Lucianne’s residence. After stepping on the platform and using the loo to kill time while waiting for the crowd to disperse, they entered the elevator that was designed to only go up. The moment Greg slid a plain white card into the slit between the closed doors, the built-in scanner of the doors granted access. The pale yellow lights in the lift turned pale blue, and the lift descended.

"The midpoint. The staging area for the entire upper Spire garrison." "We take it," Ren said without hesitation. "Open the doors." Kara hit the enter key. With a soft, melodic chime that sounded horrifyingly out of place amid the carnage, the silver doors of the central elevator slid open. "Get in!" Ren ordered, shoving Kara into the spacious, wood-paneled interior of the luxury lift. Leo squeezed his massive frame in next, the elevator groaning under the weight of the Juggernaut armor. Ren stepped in last, turning to face the atrium.