Suits and Elevators

Chapter 2. Going ...up?

The elevator came to a slow screeching halt and stopped between the third and fourth floors.

Nothing like in the movies kids. I assure you there were no red lights and screams of terror, and definately - it appeared - no way out.

The kid was checking, looking up to see if there were any vents we could all clamber out from, and the women were looking at the set of buttons behind Mr. Ginger as if they would jump him soon and get to the row of numbers and letters. I suppose the others reaction should've awoken one in me too, but it didn't.

I was looking at him. Green eyes stared back at me, cold and unflinching, and I realised how handsome he was. With fiery hair framing his face and eyes a forest green, shoulders broad enough to seduce a nun into forgetting her vows. This man of the wild was packed into a suit that just barely held all of him in. Must've been tailored.

What had he said again? Something about a gathering? Wait was this a set up? A trap? Figures. I haven't been caught in a suspiciously long time.

"You all know why you're here, and if you think you don't, you're wrong."

With that exciting and anxiety inducing proverb he turned around to face the buttons, and pressed a series of numbers. The elevator made another screeching noise and started moving... forward?

It was going forward!!

Slowly at first then it began picking up speed, going faster and faster and throwing us all forwards. At the speed it was going I could've sworn we'd flown across the entire mall already and were probably outside of it by now. The thing raced like it was being chased by the devil making me dizzy with the speed of it.

Gradually it began slowing down the same way it started, with a screech that made it sound ready to be replaced.

The doors opened to reveal ... a candy shop? Yes, it was a candy shop. Pink walls and candy canes decorated the scene before us, it reminded me of a little girls room before she grew up enough to understand that unicorns didn't exist.

Red - that's what I've decided to call him - walked out with no hesitation, into the shop and behind the counter where he stood leaning against it and waiting for the rest of us to file out. There was no other way to go, the elevator had stopped right at the doors of the shop, sealing the entrance - and hope of escape - completely off.

The blonde woman walked out first, she had a buzz cut she wore better than I'd ever seen on any other woman, and a fierceness about her that I liked and wished I had. She walked right up to the counter and took a seat on one of the barstools staring Red down, even though she was a full foot shorter than he was. She sat like it was just another business meeting with a client she thought incompetent.

The other woman seemed to be with the blonde, she had black hair and blue eyes, and she followed the blonde out just as soon as she'd left the lift, standing behind where the woman had taken a seat, and folding her hands together like a little girl, she fit right into the pink room. Dressed in a little red dress and white scarf. She must've been the blondes sister, who else would dare to stand so close to a woman like that?

I followed after them, like a child waiting for a scolding I walked up to the counter too. Still as a mouse.

"Why are we here?" asked the blonde.

"If you'd be so kind as to wait Ms.Angela, you'd find out, he'll be here soon anyway, I'll let him answer the questions," said Red looking at Angela like she didn't faze him.

"Who's 'he'? And how do you know my name?" Angela asked, but Red just looked at her and sighed like he'd explained enough and she wasn't going to get any more out of him. Her mouth folded into a frown and made her look like a spoiled child who, for the first time in their life heard the word 'no'.

The boy with the short curly hair was still in the elevator, his arms folded and brow c****d like he was offended that this was the best they could come up with to catch him.

"Come out boy, there's no other way you can go anyway."

The boy looked at the vent as if looking to heaven for help.

"I can go up," he said with a hopelessness in his eyes and a tremor in his voicethat said he knew he couldn't in fact... go up.

"No you can't, " Red growled almost annoyed, "if you hadn't noticed we came forward, there's nothing up there but a roof."

The boy stared hard at Red for a few minutes, then unfolded his arms and stuffed his hands into his pockets and looking away took one, two, three strides forward and out of the elevator until he stood behind our small group.

"Good, you're all here," said a voice from the door behind the counter. Out stepped a man, in yet another suit with jet black hair and the face of a god.

"I'm sure Christopher's told you all about how you wound up here, and why."

"No, he hasn't, " said the blonde.

Who the hell is Christopher?

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