Re: Elevator: Inside [Increasing violence]
The angel screwed his eyes shut as her teeth sank in to his arm, a soft noise escaping him as he tried, at first, to pull away, but that only increased the pain, sent it shooting down his arm, sharp and full of fire. This would be the end, he thought, as he tried to block it out, to lift his face to the heavens as though his Father might give him some relief.
And then, as though in answer to his prayers, the elevator car shifted and shuddered, beginning its downward descent once more. He let out a cry that was half relief, half laughter, the sound echoing in the small room. "I told you that He was here! That He was listening!" the angel all but crowed, and when she pulled away to glare at the buttons, the angel wrenched away, wing fluttering, trembling, pressing himself into the corner of the car once more. He ached in ways that he had never imagined were possible, but hope had given him strength once more, a burst of something to carrying him for. Tears ran down his cheeks, his relief palpable, and over and over again, he murmured his thanks to his Father, for saving him. For listening to him.