Book of Many Deaths

Elevator [John]

((That's right, Moth. I'm killing your favorite boi.))

((Also as expected from this book, gore warning.))

"He's got the boxes already?" Rosalie asked. "All of them expect for these." John explained, holding up a small box that was full of their items. They filled it prior before packing it up. The two were excited to move in with Albert. They needed it, as life became more chaotic and the memories of what happened the night before came back.

But they were leaving that behind now. A new start. A new chapter. 

"I can't wait to meet Adam and Adora." Rosalie said, deciding to break her chain of thought. "Yeah. They sound so nice. I felt so bad for Adora. Glad she's found a safe space on Earth." John replied, opening the elevator. Rosalie followed. "And when we do get there, I'll make some of my special strawberry shortcake to celebrate." John said. "Mmm." Rosalie smiled. 

Alright, the elevator was being slower than they thought. So what. Nothing's wrong. But Rosalie couldn't help but be worried. Obviously, looking at John's face, Rose wasn't the only one. "Hm. I'll text Albert and say it'll be a bit before we get there." Rosalie said. She sent it and then looked at the panel of levels. 

Now she was starting to worry. They were around level eight out of fifteen. That very number scared her. They should have been at the top right now. She stood back and must have done it too hard, because the elevator made a loud click noise, followed by a thud. 

Rosalie's panic level raise, unlike the elevator's, which was stuck now. There was a slither of a window. The space between the elevator and building. Rosalie peeled out slightly and retreated back to the elevator's box. John peered his head out too. He began to shout for help. Rosalie crawled over to the emergency button and pressed it.

"..this can't be happening this can't be happening this can't be.." Rosalie mumbled. Apparently nobody was walking around. Makes sense. It was 9:50. People were likely at school and work. But here they were, stuck in an elevator.

It had been about fifteen minutes. No help. Just them panicking. John was still yelling for hell, though his voice sounded slightly hoarse and it trembled with fear. Just then, the elevator make another click. "John.. move your head.." Rosalie warned. She didn't know if he heard her, but she only had to assume, since he didn't listen.

She cleared her throat and spoke up. "John. Move your head." A slightly louder noise from the elevator. "Alright. I don't think anyone is coming, Rose." A final noise, as though a final warning. "JOHN MOVE YOUR GOD DAMN HEAD-" She screamed, but the elevator fell. It immediately snapped. 

Rosalie was mortified of the scene she saw. John's decapitated head rolled back into the elevator, falling off of his body. Rosalie had to keep herself from throwing up. The elevator crashed into the bottom floor segment, where the people that were supposed to help them were. She stared out at them.

They asked her questions, made sure she was alright, and got her out of that god forbidden elevator. Rosalie later told Albert about it. Rosalie was never exactly okay after that. Most certainly terrified of elevators. You'd be too if your best friend was decapitated in one.

They held a funeral for John a week later.