The Elevator

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Just another Monday morning elevator ride until the power goes out.

WARNING: contains strong language and some mature subject matters.

Submitted: December 17, 2017

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Submitted: December 17, 2017



It was just another Monday morning like all the ones before it.  Michael, Mike to his friends, walked into the building nodding to the guard on duty as he headed for the express elevator.  It would take him up to the top floor, up to his job.  He got a few weird looks, dressed in jeans and some rock band’s t-shirt.  The leather jacket and messenger bag over his shoulder made him look like a delivery person.  He hung back away from the six others from his office waiting for the express.  He wasn’t a part of the herd, he didn’t pretend friendship with his co-workers.


A soft tone indicated the elevator arrived and like good little lemmings the others trooped on and faced forward.  Mike strolled on and stood just inside the doors looking at his co-workers, a little smirk played across his face.  Another soft tone and the doors closed, sealing them in.


With a small jerk the elevator started up and Mike stood there watching the others grow nervous.  It was written on their faces as clear as the words in a book, their discomfort.  He was causing it and he knew it.  He waited for one of them to speak up, to say something, but they wouldn’t it would just make it worse.  They tried to talk like normal, but his presence standing there facing the wrong way made that impossible.  A few pulled their phone hoping to distract themselves with them, but he could see that wasn’t working.


It was like a switch being thrown, one second lights and movement then darkness and stillness.  Mike stood there listening to a few of his fellow passengers sucking in air, fighting panic, pushing down fear.


“Nobody panic, it is just a hick-up in the power.  It will come back on in a minute.”  Frank Miller, the office manager, stated with a little tremble in his voice.


“Sounds like you might be ready to panic there Frankie, are you having flash backs of your days in the military?”  Mike asked, his voice filled with fake concern.


“I’m good Michael.  I can handle it.”


“Yeah, you are a war hero.  All those combat missions taught you how to handle your fear.”


“Just shut up.”  Miller’s voice was sounding more and more panicked.


Mike leaned back against the doors and waited.  He counted the seconds off in his head.  At ten minutes he heard the others moving.  They were getting uncomfortable, even somebody not afraid of the dark or confined spaces will find themselves panicking if trapped in them.


“Why isn’t the power coming back on?”  Susan Dollie asked.


“Somebody find the call button and let them know we are trapped.”  Miller said.


“Isn’t going to work with the power out.”  Mike states as he slides his back down the door to squat there.  “I’m sure somebody will notice sooner or later.”


“Are you trying to panic these people Michael?”  Miller growls, his composer slipping.


“Why would I want that?  I’m just being honest, honesty is a good thing don’t you think?”


“What kind of game are you playing?”


“I just figured since we are stuck here for a bit maybe we should all take a seat and try to be real with each other.”


“Real, honest, stop playing games and spit out what you are hinting at you little fucking shit.”


Mike laughs.  “Such a temper, stress must be bringing back bad memories of your time in combat.”


“Fuck you, I served my country, have you?”


“You served your country in a supply unit.  You never saw combat, all those missions you talk about are nothing, but bullshit lies.”


“Fuck off Michael, what do you really know?”


“I know a lot about all of you.  I’ve seen your service record Frankie.  Served eight years and never once left the country.  First sergeant my ass, you made it to sergeant then got busted back down to private.”


“Is that true Frank?”  Clive Parker asked.  Clive was a skinny sickly man.  He had tried to enlist and was turned away, so he looked up to Frank Miller because he had not only served, but saw combat.


“It is all bullshit.”


“I can prove it, when we are rescued I’ll show you his service record, it wasn’t hard to get a copy.”


“Why are you doing this?”  Patricia ‘Patty’ Rhodes asked.


“What Patty are you afraid that if he is found out you might lose your position?  Fucking him for it wasn’t a smart move when you have the smarts to earn it all on your own.”


“I..I wouldn’t…”  Her breathing became ragged and she started to cry.  “He made me, he said if I didn’t he would fire me.”


There were several gasps and Mike could almost see the others looking at Frank with disgust.


“All those acting classes you took in college paying off for you Patty.  I just want to know how do you make yourself cry on cue?  Is there some trick to it or is just a natural ability?”


“What the hell are you saying you little pervert?”  All the pain and sorrow were gone from her voice, replaced by anger.


“Come on, if Frankie had the balls to force you why wouldn’t he be fucking half the girls in the office?  You came onto him and then forced him to promote you.”


“What if I did?  Is there any other female in this company in my position, no.  Why because it is a boy’s club and I did what I had to.  Fuck off you little shit.”


Mike just squatted there smiling as people shuffled their feet unsure what to do and more importantly who’s secret will be next.


“What is this game making you all nervous?  Are you all hoping that the power will come back on and this will be over before your secrets are revealed?  Who should we do next?”


“Fuck you and your stupid game.”  Frank lunged forward, but he hadn’t noticed Michael was now squatting.  His fist smash into the doors causing him to grunt in pain.


Mike punched out putting his shoulder into it, smashing Frank’s groin.  Frank dropped to the floor curling up.  “Such a hot head.  So any volunteers or should I just pick someone?”


Feet shuffled as the others shifted around.  They tried to figure out what Michael could know about them, what of their secrets he knew and how the others would react to them being revealed.  Mike for his part waited patiently, he knew they didn’t want to be part of the game, but they wanted to watch him destroy the others.  If they stood together they could have stopped it, but Michael knew they wouldn’t.


“No volunteers?  Okay, I choose Clive.”


“What secret are you going to reveal, that I sometimes steal office supplies or maybe I cheat on my taxes?”


“Clive, you are ruining the game and I wasn’t going to mention either of those, since most of the people in this elevator has done one or both of those before.  No let’s talk about your girlfriend, that cute little piece you have set up in an apartment your wife has no clue about.  You know the one I’m talking about.  She is what twenty-one, twenty-two, young enough to be your son.  Oh yes she is a very nice girl that just happens to have been born a boy.”


“It isn’t like that.  I’m just helping her out.”


“Come on Clive, be honest, that is what this game is all about.  You do her don’t you?  The thing I want to know, and I’m just guess here, but I think some of these other nice people would like to know is does she pretend to be your son when the two of you are in bed together?”


“Fuck you, how do you even know about her?”


Mike laughs.  “You visit her every Thursday after work.  It wasn’t that hard to learn all about her.  She is really a nice girl and it is a shame the way you treat her like a dirty little secret.”


Clive began to whimper, Mike could almost see him hanging his head in shame.


“Why are you doing this?”  Susan Dollie demanded.


“I’m bored, and it was time all of you were knocked off your high horses.  I see you every day with those fake smiles on your faces telling lies to each other.  None of you can be honest, so I decided to help you all reveal a few secrets”


“What the fuck about you?  Why don’t you tell us your secret?”


“Dear Susan, such language from a woman that attends church every Sunday.  To answer your questions, it is simple, I’m completely honest and open about who and what I am.  If any of you had taking the time to get to know me you would know this, but I’m just a runner, nobody of importance so I was ignored.”


“So, since none of us tried to get to know you, you have to ruin us?”


Mike snorts, “No.  I’m not so egotistical that everything has to be about me.”


“Then tell us the truth as to why you are doing this.”


“I will just not yet.  I do want to know Susan how does a married woman, with two kids, a woman that goes to church every Sunday end up doing camera shows on the internet.  The kind of camera show you only see on the worse of the worse sites.”


“I have no clue what you are talking about.  I don’t even know what a camera show is.”


“Oh, the mask would keep most people from recognizing you, that unless they have seen you in shorts.  You have a birthmark on your right calf, there is that plus you never put away the picture of your family on the night stand.  So, does your husband know?”


“You know so much you tell me you fucking asshole.”


“I don’t think so.  Your shows are always on a Thursday night, bowling night for hubby isn’t it.  You get your freak on while he is out.  How did you do it when your kids still lived at home?”


“Fuck you.”


“Maybe we can do it on your next show.”  Mike laughs.  He could feel the anger in this metal box.  It was all directed at him, but he didn’t care.  He was ready to leave this company and after today he was gone.


“So, we have two left.  Either of you want to volunteer, maybe confess like Clive tried.  It worked so well for him.”


“Okay do me Michael.  Tell all my dirty little secrets.  You are getting off on this aren’t you, ruining us, destroying people is what you enjoy isn’t it?”  Linda’s voice was thick with fear and anger.


“Truthfully, yeah I’m kind of enjoying it.  It would be so much better if I could see your faces, the disgust on the other people’s faces as they hear the secret of their friends.  What I would enjoy even more is in the weeks to come the snide comments made behind each other’s backs.”


“We aren’t like that.  We would never talk about each other.”


Michael laughed hard at that statement.  “I have only been here a short time, but I have seen it.  Hell, I have heard it, bad mouthing this person or that person.  Making fun of people for no more reason then they are a little different, but never to their faces.”


“Everybody does it, it just how society works.”


“Maybe that is because nobody tries to change it.”


“Like you have?  You barely talk to anybody or you did until you started this crap.”


“This crap as you call it.  Okay it is time I told you all why I did this.  Her name was Kellie.  Worked here three years ago, sweet girl, worked long hours without a complaint.  She was a little different, but she tried to be friendly, tried to talk to you people and make friends.  You fucks shunned her, treated her like a damn leper.  Talked about her behind her back, even started rumors about her just to have fun I guess.  I know you all remember her, I have heard the little comments about this new girl or that one being another Kellie.”


“This is all about that freak?”


“Freak!  You fucking bitch.  Does any of your good friends here know you slept with her Linda?  Do they know how you used her to do your work for you?  Maybe you could tell them how she came to you in tears after the rumors started and you rejected her.”


“That is how the game is played and she wasn’t up to it.  She didn’t understand people use you unless you use them first.”


“You went further then that though didn’t you.  You saw she was coming apart and you keep pushing.  You wouldn’t lay off until she slit her wrists.”


Everybody gasped, they hadn’t known.  Only three people besides the police knew the truth.


“You pushed her to edge, but you weren’t alone in that, was she George.”


“I don’t know what you are talking about.  I barely knew her.”  George was a chubby guy.  Somebody you see and know he is the life of any party.  He always has a story or a joke to tell.


“Oh, Georgie you knew her, not in the biblical sense, but you knew her.  She called you after Linda had broken her in tears.  She talked about killing herself and what did you say?”


“She never called me.  I never…”


The voice was George’s only slightly distorted from being recorded.  “Kellie if you think that is the only way, then go ahead and do it.  It will end all the pain you are feeling, it will save you from anymore humiliation.”


The recorder clicked off, just as the power came back on.  The rest of the ride was in silence, nobody wanted look at anybody except Mike.  He basked in the looks on their faces.  “I made them pay sis, they all paid now.”  He whispered under his breath.

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