Long Way Down Elevator Novels & Stories

Mel and Kasey are only half sober. It was already morning when we decided to go home. Cameron carried Clark, the guy can’t even stand up on his own. Mel was helping Landon, since they’re both small. Kasey can walk by himself, thankfully. And I’m assisting Matthew. Clark, Kasey and Landon are riding with Cameron. I’ll have Matthew and Mel on Matthew’s car. After dropping the four in their quarters, Cameron will drive us to our apartment

Ella’s POV The glass elevator descended from the 90th floor in a smooth, pressurized silence that felt like the world held its breath. For the first time in seven months, the air didn't taste like copper and adrenaline. It tasted like the expensive, filtered oxygen of a victory that hadn’t yet sunk in.

He acted like a complete gentleman by offering me protection and comfort. He promised to get us out of here in one piece and I believed him. But the next second, the elevator lost its balance and I heard something that sounded like strings pulling apart or broken down. Before we realized what was happening, the elevator went down on its own. It started going down with speed, throwing us into a state of panic.

Cool, greasy air swirled up, smelling like machine oil and wet concrete. "I go first," Christian barked, tossing a metal trash can into the shaft to clear stray wires. It crashed against the elevator cab several floors below. "The maintenance cable is on the left. Grab the steel braided line, wrap your legs around the secondary guide rail, and slide. Don't look down." Before I could process the terror, Christian was gone—he plunged into the dark. My breath caught. I leaned over the edge, my heart pounding in my throat. I saw his hulking figure speeding down, squealing friction from his gloves as he landed hard on the steel roof of the elevator two floors beneath us. The metal groaned under h

“You don’t have to go first.” Lena squeezed it. “I’m not letting go.” The Descent They climbed down a metal ladder, their breath echoing in the shadows. Jay’s breathing grew heavier with each step. Elias watched him closely. “You okay?” “No,” Jay whispered. “But I’m going anyway.” Lena reached back, touching his shoulder. Golden cracks dimmed slightly. Jay smiled weakly. At the bottom of the shaft, Z-03 pried open another door. A long, sterile hallway stretched far below — lit by white emergency lights.

“This way.” The freight elevator access was a rusted metal door hidden behind a maintenance panel. Sabatine wrenched it open, the hinges screaming in protest. The shaft beyond was a dark, vertical tomb smelling of grease and damp. A manual winch and cable system, a relic from the building’s construction, dangled in the centre. “You first,” Sabatine said, guiding Anton onto the small, grate-floored platform. “I’ll lower you. When you hit bottom, get clear. I’ll follow.”

"We have our two survivors. Now open the fucking doors and bring us up. The real game is just beginning." For ten long, agonising seconds, there was nothing but the roar of the water. Then, a massive, grinding mechanical screech shook the cavern. At the far end of the basin, a heavy steel platform began to slowly descend from the ceiling. It was a freight elevator designed to extract the victors. I turned my back on the camera. I waded through the water toward the descending lift. Behind me, Sloane pushed herself up. She clutched her bleeding hand to her chest and followed her queen out of the dark without a single word of protest.

Could it really be him? Sadie’s frown was knitted deep as she thought that it was impossible. It would be too unbelievable! After going through the recording a few more times, she called Yeager. “Yeager, have you checked the elevator surveillance? If not, please have it done for me.” “Uh, I’ll get right to it!” Yeager patted his head. He had been careless! Meanwhile, Wilson left Wolfenden Corp.’s basement parking lot.

The sensation of falling was subtle at first, then undeniable. Gravity seemed to increase as the high-speed elevator accelerated downward. The digital display above the door didn't show floor numbers. It showed depth in meters. -50m... -100m... -200m... The interior of the elevator was sterile white. The lighting was harsh, clinical, designed to highlight every flaw, every speck of dirt on their battered gear. It was silent, save for the hum of magnetic levitation rails.

Edward suddenly stuffed the box into her arms. She looked at Edward with a blank face. Edward moved his long finger and pressed a few keys on the elevator and then pulled Ellena out. The elevator door closed behind them. Ellena did not know what was going on. She turned around and looked at the elevator door in confusion. The next second, Naomi's scream came from inside. "Ah -" Then there were a few rumbling sounds… "The elevator… fell down?" Ellena turned her head and asked Edward uncertainly. The Smith Group had an underground parking lot. Below the parking lot were the first and second floors. So the elevator would stop at the 2nd basement.