Death #2:
Love in an Elevator
By Rose
Meet me in the elevator, I’ll be waiting.
Nick grinned as he glanced down at the text message
he just received again. He glanced around at the executives from that day’s
meeting, shooting an apologetic smile to the fellas. He only received annoyed
looks from Brian, Howie, and AJ in response. It was a meeting with Universal
about a possible label deal. But to be quite honest, he didn’t care too much.
He was able to get his solo album out there on his own private label and
distribution deals. Couldn’t they do the same as a group?
Call him cynical, but he just didn’t trust any
label after everything that had gone down with Jive. Slowly he stood pushing
the chair back. He saw Brian roll his eyes, but much to his delight he didn’t
say anything. And that was why they were such good friends. Brian knew, could
see it in his eyes, but wouldn’t rat him out at all.
“Excuse me gentlemen, for a just a moment.” He
smiled, acted as if he was heading out just to use the restroom, and walked
along the hall.
On my way.
He sent the text as he continued strolling down the
hall, licking his lips in anticipation of what was to come. Lauren knew how he
was about meetings, knew he wasn’t a fan of the idea. He loved her that much
more for actually coming down and meeting him for a little fun time in the
elevator. Nick loved that sort of thing ever since he was a kid and heard about
the Aerosmith song, “Love In An Elevator”. There was just a rush in doing it
that was almost addictive.
Finally he spotted the elevator doors, a
destination in sight. As he approached, the doors opened, and there was his
girlfriend, waiting. All legs and a winning smile. She smirked, inviting him
over coyly as she leaned against the wall, waiting. Nick couldn’t get there
fast enough.
As he stepped between the doors of the elevator,
something unexpected happened. The doors slammed suddenly, trapping him in
between. Nick’s eyes grew wide as the elevator began to rise. Lauren panicked,
as he tried to force his way through the doors, push himself out. Anything, to
avoid what was coming.
“HIT STOP!” He screamed, appalled that his
girlfriend was standing there in shock. She snapped to attention, slamming the
emergency stop button repeatedly. Nothing happened. She hit the button to open
the doors, but to no avail. The elevator continued to rise. Nick tried to shove
his body out the doors.
He was only halfway successful.
The lower half of his body flew back, Nick fell to
the ground. His neck remained trapped between the doors, his body flailing
about on the other side. He screamed as he clawed at the doors, banging on
them. Lauren helplessly tried to pry the doors open, but it just wasn’t enough.
The elevator continued to rise. His head slammed
against the roof of the entry way as it jammed. Trying to force its way up. He
screamed at the agonizing pain as the elevator continued to struggle. His panic
became more frantic. His body fought with every ounce of strength he had.
It wasn’t enough.
Soon, the elevator got its way and continued
upward. The motion was instantaneous. His head was fiercely sliced from the
other half of his body. Blood squirted along the doors like spray paint. His
head rolled along the floor, resting at Lauren’s feet. His face was frozen in
an expression of true horror. When they found her later in the malfunctioning
elevator, she was still screaming.
Everyone could hear the screams of his band mate
when he found the remaining half of his body, sitting of a pool of blood only
twenty minutes later when he went to track him down. It was Brian Littrell who
many could never forget. His screams of terror and anguish would remain forever
imprinted in their minds.
“My God…his head….where’s his head?!”
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