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The elevator comes to a quick halt, throwing Ethan to the floor with a loud bang and knocking the other four down with a few groans.
"My groin," Steve groans, "It fell on my groin."
Robin sighs as she touches her head, attempting to stand up. Dustin and Erica had a small impact on the floor, surprisingly and had already stood up.
"Dustin! Get this off of me!" Steve exclaims, holding one of the large boxes that was stacked around them in his lap as it had fallen on him.
Steve had been trapped in the corner, being freed by Dustin.
"Is everyone okay?" Robin asks, glancing at Ethan, who was still laying on the floor.
"Yeah, I'm great, now that I know that Russians can't design elevators!" Steve shouts, pushing Dustin out of the way as he looks at the box of buttons.
"I think we've clearly established that those buttons don't work," Robin tells him.
"They're buttons. They have to do something." he answers sternly.
"Yeah, if we had a keycard," Robin replies.
"A what?"
"It's an electronic lock. It's the same as the loading dock door. If we don't have a keycard, it won't operate, meaning-"
"We're stuck in here."
Dustin had finally noticed Ethan hadn't moved an inch from the floor, walking over to him and lightly kicking his hand. After a second, Ethan had gasped as he raised his head up, scaring Dustin as he quickly stood up, leaning along the wall next to him.
"What happened?" Ethan frantically asks, looking from Dustin to Robin and Erica, then to Steve.
"I mean, you started floating, and when the elevator stopped you, like, fell to the floor," Dustin answers with a shrug.
Ethan glanced at the floor, internally worried if that had to do with anything with whatever he had experienced after crashing his bike. The brunette groaned as he touched his forehead, feeling a wound. He went to look at his fingers if any blood had smeared onto them but was greeted with something far worse. It was blood, but like the past November, it was black.
Apparently, no one seemed to notice.
"Just so you nerds are aware," Erica starts, making Ethan and Dustin look over at her, "I'm supposed to be spending the night at Tina's, and Tina always covers for me. But if I'm not home for Uncle Jack's party tomorrow and my mom finds out you four are responsible, she's gonna hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throat. "
"I don't care about Tina!" Steve shouts, already completely fed up with the situation, "Or Uncle Jack's party! Your mom's not gonna be able to find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator!"
