Romans & histoires Long Way Down Elevator

The elevator doesn't hum. It whispers. A low, hydraulic hiss that vibrates through the soles of my feet. We are descending. Past the wine cellar. Past the foundation. Down into the bedrock of the cliff itself. I count the seconds. One. Two. Three. Ten. We are deep. Too deep.

he suggested with a smile. “Good idea. Let’s go down there. I’ll leave it to you to lead the way,” I quickly agreed. “Sure…” Jeremy replied before he smiled broadly at me. I followed Jeremy to an elevator that seemed to be hidden way at the back of the building. Needless to say, I had never been here before. The elevator that opened on the ground floor didn’t lead upwards but downwards to the floors that were underground. I knew that there were floors underground, but I never knew that anything down there could serve as inspiration to us designers.

The elevator shuddered as it descended, metal groaning under the weight of tension rather than machinery. Savannah stood pressed against the back wall, Jackson beside her, his hand gripping the rail so tightly his knuckles had gone pale. Cole stood in front of them, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the glowing floor numbers as they blinked downward… 27… 26… 25… “Tell me again,” Savannah said quietly, “why this floor is even here if no one’s supposed to use it.”

Marcus whispered, as if reading her thoughts. At the far end of the lobby, an elevator stood open.Waiting.Jesse glanced at it.“That’s not ominous at all.”Everlyn allowed herself a small smile.“It’s efficient.”They stepped inside.The doors closed without a sound.No buttons.No controls.The elevator began to move on its own Up. The ride felt longer than it should have.Jesse shifted slightly.“This is her way of setting the tone.”Everlyn nodded.“Control.”Marcus added quietly,“And observation.” The elevator stopped.The doors opened.The floor above was nothing like the lobby.Warm lighting.Minimalist design.A wide open space with a single long table at the center.

I gasped. "I'm on it! I'm bypassing the building’s internal schematic lockdown... got it! Eve, three meters behind you, there’s an old laundry chute. It was decommissioned in the nineties, but the frame is still there. If you can kick through the inner lining, you’ll drop straight into the service basement." "That’s twenty floors down, Sarah!" "The chute has a spiral deceleration track for the linens! It’s not a straight drop. It’ll be a rough ride, but it’s your only exit."

The floor started to descend into the ground as the sound of power could be heard all around us. “They hid the button under dirty magazines. Not a bad idea. I almost would have given up if the last few weren’t Hentai.” I exploded with laughter as he slowly walked to him. I shook my head as he chuckled a bit. We soon became serious as we felt the room size elevator slowly down. We could see a large hallway leading three ways. Once it stopped we stepped out and looked down our options. To our right was a door several feet down the hall. To our left was another intersection. The hallway in front of us went down a good bit of a ways before turning right.

A man yelled back, and the people in the elevator cheered. “How many people are with you?” “5!” “There should be a trap door on the ceiling. Can you see it? Open it!” Declan shouted. After a few minutes, the emergency trap door opened, and Declan watched a man stick his hand out. “Great! Okay, we are going to throw some blankets and water bottles down! Stand against the walls.” He yelled. Sienna and he quickly fetched supplies from the rooms and aimed to drop them in through the trap roof. The elevator was a few meters down, and unfortunately, there was no ladder or way to climb up.

“Recruiting kids into this mess…” He stepped into the elevator and the doors closed behind him with a soft click. The control panel inside only had one button, which Danial pressed. Instantly, the elevator shot downward with impressive speed, making his stomach flip slightly. The walls buzzed around him as it began to shift sideways, the omnidirectional mechanism guiding it through various unseen tunnels. This system never fails to amaze me, Danial thought as the doors slid open again.

They open. Beyond is darkness. The elevator shaft. Cables running down. Disappearing into black. "You can't be serious," the older woman says. "I am." Emma looks at Sarah. "How far down?" "Three levels. Maybe forty feet." Emma peers into the shaft. Sees the cables. The maintenance ladder bolted to the wall. "We climb down." "That's insane." "So is staying here." Guards burst through the tunnel entrance. Six of them. Enhanced. Moving fast.

​The Descent into the Core ​The executive elevator was dead, its cables snapped by the encroaching vines. ​"We're dropping," Kaelen rasped, his magnetic boots clanking against the edge of the elevator shaft. ​The four siblings and Lyra didn't jump; they plummeted. Maya used her golden Force to create a friction-shield against the walls of the shaft, slowing their descent as they blurred past 150 floors of obsidian and static.