"I swear, if I'm dying tonight because of you, I'm gonna haunt your ass so hard, Harrington!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! I'm gonna go full Poltergeist and shit!"
"Then bring it, Graveswood."
"Challenge accepted."
***
In which after years of suppressing their...
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Chapter One-Hundred-And-Four: Trapped In Hell's Elevator
(The Flayed)
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How does it feel when you fall down to hell?
For Rowan, the answer was simple: It was fucking terrifying.
Her heart was in her throat as her stomach swooped like she was on the world's worst rollercoaster as they just kept dropping, back pressed against the door in the certainty she wasn't braced against something she would be flying across the small space. Screams filled her ears, both hers and Steve's, Robin's, Valerie's and Erica's, and Dustin screaming shrilly, "Shit! SHIT! as they just kept dropping with absolutely no signs of stopping and God why was this such a good idea oh God they were all gonna fucking die!
"We're going down! We're going down!" Steve yelled.
"Yeah no shit Harrington!" Robin shouted.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Rowan screamed.
"God, please God let us survive, mierda, MIERDA!" Valerie yelled.
"Why don't these buttons work!?" Dustin shrilled as he and Erica found themselves once again at the button panel.
"Press the button!" Erica yelled.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING!?" Dustin screamed.
"Come on, press something! Just press the button!" Steve shouted.
"Press it, you twerps!"
"Fucking press the button!"
"PUSH IT!"
Just as suddenly as it dropped, the room that Rowan was now certain was actually an elevator, stopped. Rowan immediately fell, her body banging against the doors as she winced, hissing out an empathetic, "Fuck."
Rubbing her head as dull aches of pain shot through her body, Rowan looked over to Steve and her eyes widened at seeing him on the ground, a box on top of him.
"Shit!" she exclaimed as Steve groaned underneath it.
"My groin. It fell on my groin," Steve moaned as Rowan scrambled over to Steve. "Dustin!"
"Not Dustin," she said as she pulled the box off, Steve staring at her. "You okay?"
Steve was still staring at her. "No. Are you okay?"
"Fuck, no," Rowan answered honestly as she held a hand out to Steve. "Here."
Steve took it, and as she helped Steve up, Robin asked, "Is everyone okay?"
"Yeah, I'm great now that I know Russians can't design elevators!" Steve yelled, voice shrill.
"Yeah, I love having my brains scrambled and feeling like I'm falling to fucking hell!" Rowan shouted just as shrilly as she watched Steve go over to the button panel and slam the buttons. "Steve what the fuck are you doing?"
