E L E V A T O R [II fanfic]

~The sway~ ~Chapter 6~

[Time for a purposefully slower side.. warning blood descriptions at the end]

All had been rather silent in the elevator for a day or so.. well...
Time had evaporated now into steam.
No time left.. just this elevator...
This cage of sorrow, silence, and insanity.
Suitcase was awake now, she was just rocking about with her knees to her body, wide eyed, she was avoiding any contact the best she could as her body rocked.
OJ was starting to feel discomfort, his oj was already going lower as the others had continued to drink out of him. He reached out slowly, his hand shaking with weakness.
The ones awake had started to notice that Marshmallow was starting to slow down, the breath of everyone wasn't enough to warm the place anymore, and with the sun no where in sight she feared soon she would dip into a darkness...

The elevator swayed a little, most though didn't notice it.. they where too absorbed in the darkness of their thoughts.

Though Tissues did Notice it.. "I..it moy- may come looise." he tried to say, his clogged voice got in the way as he spoke..
Paintbrush just looked at him and shook their head. It was hurting them, their head was hurting them...
"You have pills..?" Paintbrush asked, Tissues shook his head and Paintbrush sighed..

the elevator swayed again, this time Fan took notice in his rest as he groaned at the movement, the tissues that had been applied to the cut off arm of Fan had been turned bright red then a crusty crimsion, but the bleeding had stopped luckily.
He had awoken a few times to complain about a searing feeling in his arm and then faded back into his slumber..
The rusty blood that was on the floor had started to smell..

The sway, the sway of this forsaken box was almost hypnotizing as they rocked steadily back and fourth..
The chilly air seeping into Marsh's wounds, she just wished to sleep.
Maybe it was a dream.
Maybe if she slept it would all go away.
..or if she died, she could go to Bow and haunt Apple together.
Suitcase looked around with dark eyes, she felt bad but she also felt nothing.. it felt numb..
It was very confusing.

The elevator continued to sway, Paintbrush was just mumbling to them selves, "You're here.. you're alive.. who is she?", this was enough to freak the Cherries out who where quite close to PaintBrush. The two where playing rock-paper-scissors silently.
PaintBrush kept having dreams about the same places, the same girl, almost every night woke up gasping, grunting with discomfort. They where quite unsure of what was happening, but it was unsettling to everyone.

The elevator continued to swing as time progressed, the rocking was starting to put a few to sleep. MarshMallow was beginning to slip from her desolate mind, she just wanted to sleep, so she did... her smaller body turning over a little as she slowly curled into a ball.
Suitcase was out of her mind, shadows filled the air, the room, her mind was the least from nonactive. Voices and clanking that no one else seems to hear filled her mind, she had flinched and twitched a few times as she felt like something was crawling on her. "I don't want to be here- I don't wan-" she started, PaintBrush interrupted with a seemingly livid but calm in a way voice, "Well we ARE here. We are here and no one can change that- WHOEVER you are." Suitcase shut up for a second.. then she launched herself at them, she seemed very agitated without her medicine to help keep her stable, the elevator shook waking up all but MarshMallow who was deep in slumber, it wasn't but a  few seconds later that there was a hiss- and then screams.

The elevator dropped some more and a bright fire ignited seemingly out of no where making everyone's heart drop... a crack, a gasp, and then silence once more as everyone calmed. The fire upon PaintBrush's head jumped about. lighting the place, warming it some... but there was a horrific sight as there laid Suitcase, split in half at the hinges. The hinges on her had gone completely off, and her straps broken. A very flat bag of chips laid a bit away..
 If she was still even alive, she wouldn't be quickly as a few embers had gotten on her.. engulfing the two halfs in flames.. by now PaintBrush's fire had gone.. but the fire that was eating away at the body of Suitcase was warming the place, Fan hid himself in the farthest corner dragging Marshmallow along with his one hand, their adrenaline had kicked in.

The smell of burning blood was filling the air, the smoke was luckily going through the top of the elevator and out. This made tissues begin to gag , sending him into a fit of harsh and unpleasant coughing. OJ and most others where fixated on the fire staring in disbelief... though after Fan calmed down, he had locked eyes onto the flattened chip bag.. all the air was sucked out making possible to slip it in one of her side bags and have no one notice in the dark.
"SHE- SHE GOLLY- SHE FUCKING LIED!?" Fan was outraged, suddenly his arm was the least of his worries as he threw out his arms, "Dude, calm down-" OJ pleaded with sternness, but Fan argued nonetheless. "She had those- those CHIPS the whole time!? WHILE WE WHERE STARVING?" He motioned to the bag of thin chips on the ground. OJ didn't want to argue back at the moment, his eyes still on the dieing flames. "I CANT BELIEVE THIS! Gee- I really cant believe anY OF IT!" He yelled turning around and throwing his arms up.. he was usually more chill, but he was quite agitated himself...
He snapped out of it when he felt something wet drizzle down his half arm.. he looked to see blood coming from the end, he realized that his worked up state had gotten any blood flowing causing the forming scab to seep.. Glaceing at Tissues, they realized that he was in so shape to help as they where busy dry heaving.

 He attempted to help himself by holding the nub only to pass out from the loss of blood again.