Steins Gate Trap Novels & Stories

Mina had jokingly given the ship a name since its previous name was just a bunch of numbers. "You guys may want to find some cover." Vosten turned to look at her. "Why is that agent?" Carmen smiled. "Because the heat is about to get turned up in here and doubt that you elites could handle it." As she finished, she charged at the company of soldiers standing in front of the doors. She somersaulted over a large desk and drew her pistols and began to fire. Just as she opened fire on the soldiers several medium sized grenades broke through the glass doors and landed in front of the soldiers. Carmen sprayed plasma fire all around in every direction. Multiple soldiers went down and the grenades ex

“Let me go, Jake! There is no reason to manhandle me like this,” she complained, hitting his back, although it wasn’t doing much good, and truthfully, she should know better. He paused, and for a brief nano-second, she thought he was going to put her down. But then he took a step back away from the door, shut it, and finally sat her down on her feet. “What the hell?!” With that, she turned around and yanked the door back open, the quick gust of wind smacking the cold and the snow right into her face. Her eyes glanced upward at the darkening clouds and she gasped.

All of his men had taken their positions and he believed that Luther wouldn't have any way around rather than surrendering in front of him. Passing the tunnel slowly, they all found a gate which was the backyard gate of Luther's secret mansion. Afraid that it might have any sensor to detect outsiders, Asher played a trick in that place. He brought the fingerprints of that young man to enter through the gate. Since he was a member of this gang, they wouldn't detect him as outsider. Veronica watched amusingly as Asher passed through the gate. Her lips couldn't help but twitching in amusement when she saw that Asher had brought fingermarks to open the gate.

Gabe comments as we look around when Fen rolls his eyes and steps forward. He raises his hand and looks at us with a raised eyebrow and clicks his fingers and it seems like time has stopped still. “RUN!” we run along the path at lightning speed as we come to the door. The traps go off behind us as we take in the huge stone door that has intricate carvings on it. It too has been spelled shut. “Ok, now what?” Jake asks when my phone rings and I pull the phone from my pocket and see it is Mia calling.

On cue, we all raise our blasters and aim down the iron sights. All of us aiming at IronWall's outer gate, we focus every bit of our attention on it. It isn't too long before there is a deafening roar in the cold night air, and the ground starts to shake. "Get ready," I scream, "Fire on my mark!" My finger on the trigger, ready for anything, I then see the gate comes off its hinges and fly toward us. "Everyone get out of the way!" Screaming and yelling as we scatter to get out of the way of the flying gate, it barely misses us and instead hits the prison itself.

I could see rats running by me. The man who was dragging me along looked familiar. It was the man who had whistled while ignoring my plea for help on the bus. He was part of the gang. He turned and glanced at me. Malice overflowed from his slanted eyes. Then, he tossed me into a room haphazardly like I was nothing but a bag of trash. There was a sturdy door outside the bars. The door was even chained shut with chains that were almost as thick as my wrists.

As if it were his home and I was a guest. Now, the ruin felt colder. Possessive. Hungry. I placed my hand against the centre stone pillar, searching for the trigger he’d described to me so long ago. It responded to my touch. With a dull groan the earth shook. The vines slipped away and underneath the moss, a trap door creaked open. There was a rumble and a gust of stale air blew up at me—wet and old and familiar in the worst way.

The gate showed up without warning. Not because it was hidden—because it didn’t need to announce itself. It simply existed across the road like a decision had been made long ago that nobody got through without permission. Two sliding metal barriers, thick enough to stop a truck. A gatehouse set off to the side with tinted windows. A second set of gates behind the first, creating a narrow corridor—like they could trap a vehicle between them if they wanted. A sally port. My stomach tightened slightly. Not fear. Recognition.

Then again. The heavy steel gates remained completely motionless, locked tight in their iron tracks. The intense barometric shockwave from the preliminary storm had short-circuited the gate's secondary hydraulic relays, jamming the heavy doors permanently shut from the outside. BZZZZZT. Zaid’s tactical radio crackled to life on the console, Corporal Miller’s voice coming through, laced with static and pure terror. "Captain! Captain, do you copy?! The outer gate relays just fried! The blast doors are dead-locked! We can't open them from the inside!"