Steins Gate Trap Novels & Stories

The air grows colder with every step I take, the faint scent of damp stone and rot rising from the depths. Adriel and our father are already waiting at the iron gate. Love and her daughter, Audrey’s mother, stand just behind them, their faces grim. Father slides a heavy iron key into the lock. The tumblers turn with a loud, echoing clink. The gate swings open, whining on rusted hinges. We walk down the steep stone steps. Two guards stand at the bottom, their spears crossed. They straighten up the moment they see Father. "We are here for the prisoner," I tell them.

“With your enforcement wolves positioned between him and every exit.” She was already on the radio. Damien looked at me with those amber-flecked eyes and said nothing for a moment. Then: “You are going to use yourself as the trap.” “I am going to use the stone as the trap,” I said. “I am just going to be holding it.” He held my gaze. “I am going to be there,” he said. “I know,” I said. He nodded. From the east boundary direction, faint and precise, the sound of the gate opening.

It was a scar on the face of the dead world, but a scar that was healing, turning into something new. The main gate of Birkin Shelter was a formidable structure, a reinforced wall of shipping containers and scrap metal, topped with barbed wire and punctuated by two guarded watchtowers. As the blue sedan approached, a figure waved from the left tower, and the heavy, makeshift gate, mounted on shrieking metal rollers, began to grind open just wide enough for the vehicle to pass through.

A few months later… The door knocked, and as Mack walked to the door, he shifted the newborn baby girl in his arms to open it. He smiled down at the baby girl that was only a few days old. Her delivery was as quick as her brothers, but she was much smaller than the two of them. He had an idea who was at the door. When he opened it he was not surprised by what he saw. Gabe was standing there with Matt and Christian.

Her body going from a crouched posture to a straight one. She stumbles on her feet and yells at the guard who has the keys to the gate to open up. The rest of the guards salute the General in unison, but he ignores them completely. In a second, we storm in headed to the second gate where Mateo, that fucktard, usually is. This time round things are easier because of Sylvester Stone. No need to put up a fight with Mateo, when he sees Mr Stone, he stands up saluting quickly.

With that, they strutted off toward their post. "You won't open the gate?" Alexander's eyes narrowed, and he reached out, his hand closing around the metal of the retractable gate. Slowly, he began to apply pressure. The gate groaned under the strain, its high-strength alloy contorting in Alexander's grip, the sound of metal on metal sending shivers down the spine. "W—What the..." The two guards, who had not even made it to their station yet, were rooted to the spot, eyes wide with shock.

I slung into my car and drove like a mad dog down to the trap house. The trap house was designed for holding and torturing criminals. It has different sessions where criminals are dealt with. I brought the car to a screeching halt in front of the Trap house and made my way in. The guard manning the gates bowed in greetings but I didn't give a damn. "Open!!!" I ordered and the heavy metallic door dragged open on its own accord. As I walked in, two guards fell in line behind me and led me to the session where Andro was kept. Ever since his betrayal, I had had a session of the trap house designed for his torture. I had planned a million ways to give him a taste of hell before his death.

"What goes around, comes around." Outside, Stellar watched coldly before turning away. Without sparing another glance, she walked off with Stephen and Zayden. As they left the compound, Stellar glanced at Stephen, curiosity flashing in her eyes. "By the way, how did you figure out this was a trap?" Stephen explained calmly, "I’ve studied mechanical traps before. The way this place was structured, along with the control panel on the wall, made it pretty obvious." Stellar’s eyes sparkled with admiration. "Wow, that’s impressive, Senior."

"Since I was a child." "What does it say?" Lucian looked at Aria. "It calls your name." THE TRAP Suddenly, the doors slammed shut. Aria turned. "Gabriel?" He tried opening them. Nothing. Lorenzo raised his weapon. "We're trapped." A screen activated. Adam appeared. "Welcome to the Second Gate." Aria stepped forward. "Let my brother go." Adam smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that." "Why?" "Because now we can begin." The machines around Lucian activated.

Let them watch you stumble. Down in the courtyard, the guard by the eastern archway let out a loud, sloppy belly laugh, leaning heavily against the stone wall as if the ale had finally settled in his knees. To anyone watching from the treeline, he was useless. In the link, his response came back cold and sharp. Acknowledged, High Alpha. The archers at the gatehouse are in position behind the tapestry. Good, Dustin answered, his thumb resuming its slow, steady stroke against my ribs, masking the cold fury in his blood. At forty minutes, cut the torches at the northern wall and draw the heavy bolts. The trap snaps closed in forty-five. No rogue leaves that pass alive.