Trapped

The Flayed

"We're going down! We're going down!" Steve screams. He pushes his hands against the wall to keep himself upright.

"Yeah, no shit, Harrington!" Robin and Lyn scream at him.

"Shit! Shit! Why don't these buttons work?!" Dustin slams his hands down on random buttons.

"Press the button!" Erica pulls herself from Lyn's arms and made her away over to Dustin.

"What do you think I'm doing?!" He screams in her face.

"Come on, press something! Just press the button!" Steve screams at them. Erica rolls her eyes and elbows Dustin out of the way to push it herself. The elevator came to an abrupt stop putting Steve, Erica, and Dustin back on their ass. Robin and Lyn, who stayed on the ground, lift up a little before being slammed back down.

The boxes fell off the tables and shelves. "Shit." Lyn curse when two boxes land on her left leg.

"My groin, it fell on my groin." Steve groan outs. Dustin ran over to get the box off Steve while Robin and Erica got the boxes off of Lyn.

"Is everyone okay?" Robin looks around at everyone else as she helps Rosalyn to her feet.

"Yeah, I'm great, now that I know that Russians can't design elevators!" Steve made his way over to the buttons to slam his fist down on them.

"I think we've clearly established that those buttons don't work." Robin points at them.

"They're buttons. They have to do something." He yells in frustration.

"Yeah, if we had a keycard," Robin snaps. Lyn, Erica, and Dustin put their heads in their hands when they realize she was right.

"A what?" Steve tilts his head.

"It's an electronic lock, same as the loading dock door. If we don't have a keycard, it won't operate, meaning... " Robin explains to him.

"We're stuck in here. I can't believe that you and Dustin did this." Lyn glares at the two males.

"How the hell is it my fault?" Steve and Dustin point at their chest.

"Because you two were having another one of your male ego fights over who would push the buttons and you ended up locking it. If you two would get over ourselves and let Erica do it, we would be on our way to Hopper right now." She went to move behind the shelves, so she wouldn't have to see their faces, but when she put pressure on her left leg she let out a yip. "Fuck." She sat down on one of the boxes that fell.

"Babe, are you okay?" Steve went to check on her, but before he could touch her she slaps his hands away.

"Don't fucking touch me right now!" Lyn glares at him until he moves out of reaching distance. He could feel the waves of rage coming off of her.

"You should have left her at home this morning." He mutters to Dustin. If he left her at home, then she would be safe and not mad at him. At least he would die a hero in her eyes and not as the dumbass that got her killed.

"Just so you nerds are aware, 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 going to hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throat." Erica slides her thumb across her throat to seal her threat.

"I don't care about Tina! Or Uncle Jack's party! Your mom's not going to be able to find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator!" Steve leaned over the boxes between them to yell at her. For the first time since she joins their little group, she was speechless.