The Shining Elevator Blood Gif Novels & Stories

He swallowed, the motion rippling against my palm, and fuck, it was intoxicating. 'Good boy.' I squeezed just enough to make his breath stutter, watching his eyes flutter half-shut. The descent was too slow. I glanced at the panel...floors ticking by; 25... 24... I couldn't wait. With a savage yank, I slammed my palm onto the emergency stop button. The elevator jolted to a halt, alarms blaring briefly before silencing into an eerie quiet. Red light bathed the space, casting us in crimson shadows, mirrors reflecting our disheveled forms from every angle.

Wilbur shook his head and pulled out a deadly cleaver from the back of his hand before approaching the thugs. He easily cut them down like weed, leaving no blood stains on himself. He arrived at the elevator after killing those people and then threw a punch. The elevator was damaged, and it crashed. Screams could be heard inside the elevator. Wilbur went toward the staircase after he destroyed the elevator. That was the only way they could come up to the 70th floor. Tyson shakily held the camera at that moment. He was filming the gory sight with a terrified expression.

CHERRY’S POV The steady, piercing tone of the flatline beep [BEEEEEEEEEPE...] echoed down the empty mahogany hallway long after the steel elevator doors slammed shut. I stood there completely frozen, my hands hovering in the empty air, still shaped as if they were pressing down desperately on Adrian's chest. My fingers were sticky with his blood, the deep crimson turning dark, dry, and flaky under the bright lights of the penthouse corridor. Down on the street, the sirens were getting louder, their flashing red and blue lights bouncing off the glass windows like a warning.

It was Lina’s voice. The titanium shutters over the elevator doors began to glow red-hot along the seams. Then, with a shriek of tearing metal, they were wrenched apart not by tools, but by thick, powerful vines of living code that forced their way through the gap, prying the doors open. Inside the elevator car stood three of Whitlock’s security personnel. Their eyes glowed with that same eerie light. They didn’t raise their weapons. They just stared at us, blank, expectant.

When the elevator doors open my eyes go wide, seeing him laying there in the elevator covered in blood. I quickly step into the elevator to help him. I kneel down next to him as I start to panic, seeing him struggling to breathe as he coughs up blood. "Focus," I tell myself as I take in a calming breath, I need to help him. I look back out the elevator, knowing I need to get him inside before a human shows up and sees him this way. As I reach out and touch him I nearly pull away, feeling those pleasurable tingles. Ignoring those tingles, I put his arm over my shoulder and lift him up, dragging him out the elevator to his place.

Roxanne quickly started climbing down before the elevator reaches her, she jumped and landed on top the elevator unknown to her that the lion was still in the elevator, she opened the seal and the fierce creature pounced at her startling her heavily as it tried to climb out the opening, Roxanne quickly descended on its head with the base bat, she stroke angrily breaking the skull and spilling blood, she kept hitting it hard to be sure it was dead and yes it was but so was she as the elevator reaches the point of crushing her to the top wall, she quickly used the bat to separate the elevator from the top wall she was about to be crushed against, she was in a squatting position, she could feel

It glowed silver. He slashed. One cable snapped. The car tilted. Two. Three. "Hold on!" He cut the last cable. SNAP. The elevator dropped. The sensation of weightlessness was instant and terrifying. They fell away from the gas cloud, plunging into the dark. The wind roared. The shaft lights blurred into streaks. "Brakes! Where are the brakes?!" Ben screamed. "They should engage automatically!" Finch yelled. They kept falling. The bottom of the shaft was rushing up—a circle of red light.

With a single, powerful lift of his broad shoulders, he hoisted my body out of the stalling elevator box, pulling me across the threshold and slamming me hard against his chest as we tumbled onto the solid concrete floor of the stairwell. The elevator car behind us let out a final, cataclysmic mechanical shriek. The remaining cables snapped with a sound like a rifle shot, and the massive titanium box plummeted into the bottomless black void of the shaft, the distant, crushing explosion of its impact echoing up from the basement levels seconds later.

The metal resists, biting into my skin, but with a guttural growl, I force the doors open just enough to slip through. The shaft yawns before me, a dark, endless void. I glance down, my breath hitching as I see the cables trembling, the elevator swaying precariously. There’s no time. I grab the edge of the floor above and haul myself up, my muscles screaming with effort as my wolf lends me strength. Behind me, the elevator gives a final, ominous groan before plummeting into the abyss. The crash shakes the building, a deafening boom that reverberates through the walls and sends a plume of dust surging through the corridor.

The frozen operatives at the tunnel entrance instantly snapped back into motion, their submachine guns unleashing a barrage of silent, blue kinetic pulses that tore through the stone floor. Vikram and Devashish dove headfirst into the open iris of the elevator shaft, followed closely by Anaya. Kabir jumped in last, slamming his fist against the interior emergency close button just as a kinetic round grazed his shoulder. The brick segments violently snapped shut, cutting off the gunfire and plunging them into a rapid, smooth descent into the depths of Geneva. As the elevator hurtled downward, the digital display on the glass wall flickered to life, bypassing normal floor numbers and displayin