❝i used to shoot up my veins in neon, shit's even brighter; you're gone.❞
fuck it i love you - lana del rey
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Cassiopeia Turner was almost certain that Erica Sinclair was going to cut off the circulation in her left hand from the pure strength that the little girl was exerting to hang on as they fell. To be fair, Erica Sinclair was also sure that Cassiopeia Turner was crushing every single bone in her body, the older girl's arm wrapped tightly and protectively around the smaller girl.
Screams filled the air as they continued dropping, falling at a nightmarish speed and from a bone-chilling height. It almost seemed like there was no end to the shaft that they were speeding through. "Shit! Shit!" Dustin ripped through his throat, his voice coming out shrill and deafening.
"We're going down! We're going down!"
Cassie's eyes were squeezed shut, Erica and her holding each other like a lifeline, but she still managed to sarcastically burst out, "Oh really, Steve? I thought we were going up!"
Robin screamed back at her, "Not the time, Turner!" Cassie ached with fear as she yelled out, "I'm sorry, sarcasm is my only defense!"
"Why don't these buttons work?!" Dustin shrieked, mashing the buttons frantically. Erica had seemingly had enough, finally detaching from Cassie and running over to the panel, "Just press the button!" Dustin turned to her, yelling in a fit of rage, "What do you think I'm doing?"
Steve screamed along with Erica, "Come on just press something, press the damn button!" Cassie moved over to the children, pushing the two out of the way and slamming her own finger against the button. "It doesn't fucking work!"
"Push it!" Steve yelled back, making Cassie glare at him dangerously, "The fuck do you think I'm doing, Steven?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, the room crashed, stilling suddenly and making the group of five go flailing down in different directions. Erica and Dustin both ended up slamming into Cassie's stomach, the girl's lungs losing whatever air they had in them. She groaned, pushing the two off of her roughly, coughing as air re-entered her airways.
"My groin," came a strangled cry from where Steve lay underneath a box. "It fell on my groin. Dustin, get it off!" Dustin, of course, came right to his aide, moving the heavy box and setting Steve free. "Oh great," Cassie managed to let out a breathy laugh, "the Russians ruined our chances of having children."
Steve's eyes snapped to hers, her chocolatey brown eyes light despite the small cut on her cheek where Erica's helmet smashed into her face. "Uh, I mean, we can still try-"
Robin groaned, cutting the two off, "Is everyone okay?" Cassie shrugged, finally getting up, Steve following after her, "Oh, yeah, I'm great now that I know the Russians can't design a fucking elevator." Steve stomped over to the panel, smashing the buttons as Erica, Dustin and Cassie had down seconds before.
