The Elevator

	That awful music, it played over and over and over and still yet over gain. The loop of hell as I so lovingly dubbed this track was the music that played in the elevator as I went to the 34th floor of the most horrid office building ever. I shook my head and looked down and the faux wood floors as I did every day. I had become an automaton, a pawn of this industrial society.
	This morning in particular was special though; I had awoken and got dressed. I then made my way out of my flat, to my surprise there was a small envelope slipped under the door. I bent over and picked it up, slipped it open and looked at the note inside. It was a formal letter of eviction, it turns out that the money I had left for the landlord had fallen into the wrong hands. With a stark grimace I just passed out the door and kept walking, I took the stairs today. I needed the exercise, well anyone needs the exercise especially if they work a 9 to 5 in a cubicle and the only walking they get is from the copier to a desk.
	I took a cab that morning, another peculiar thing for I always took the subway but I had a little extra money and didn’t want to hit up for money by bums. I slid in and rode in silence to the corner of Rosenburg and 1st street, there was my true life. I paid the foreigner his money and he thanked me properly. I got out and slowly stepped to the large glass entrance of the building, Rosenburg Global ltd. my employer and slave driver. I walked through the door and into the lobby; to my left was the wall of elevators express, freight, and all the rest. To my right, a long counter in which several attendants told new employees where to go what they need to do.
	I made my way to the express elevators, then on the 12th floor I had to switch to another which took me to the 24th floor. After those two I changed to a normal elevator for the 10 floor ride to my home, all the while the track from hell played in a continuous jazzy loop.
	I looked up to the digital floor counter. 27,28, oh god this is so slow, 30, 31, 32. Then with a sudden jerk it stopped, between 32 and 33. I want out! My immediate thoughts played out like a movie in my head, what I could do. What I could do to escape this horrible music this horrible track of music, I hadn’t even paid enough attention to know if there were any other people in here with me. There was, 2 men and 3 women. I looked around slyly and hysterically. This music was horrible. One of the men was a pencil pusher like myself but the other was a UPS, the women were all cubicle works like their latter male counterpart.
	I tapped on my pants waiting, a red light blinked on the buttons panel showing that maintenance had been alerted to our predicament. I looked at the metal doors, staring carefully. I could see every flaw and scratch, and then I began to rock on my heels. I smiled and looked back.
“Umm….  Sir could I possibly borrow your box cutter, I need to cut a string from my suit.” He slipped me his box cutters and I sliced the string from my suit and I smiled. I turned and began to hand it back to him, but instead with one fluid movement I raised the razor sharp blade to his throat and cut it. Freeing pints and pints of [COLOR=red]blood[/COLOR] that exploded over my suit; I smiled looking to the other 4 in the elevator. Then the intercom buzzed in.
	“We have help on the way. It looks like the line snapped and can no longer pull, only hold. Is everything ok in there?” I smiled again and flashed the [COLOR=red]blood[/COLOR]y blade.
	“Alls fine,” one of the women proclaimed as she shuddered at the glint of my blade from the fluorescent lights. “Just hurry up!”
	The intercom clicked signaling the end of communication. I smiled and walked to one of the women and pulled the knife from her collar bone down to where her shirt buttoned together. The skin split and oozed [COLOR=red]blood[/COLOR] from the wounded. She screamed, very loudly which decimated my ears even more than the horrible jazz music still being blasted from the speakers. “SHUT UP!” I screamed before I slit her throat, and then all I heard was her body hit the floor and a low gargling sound. I smiled before doing the same to the next woman, she tried to plead but I still had no pity.
	It was only I, a very horrified looking man and an African American woman. The man held up a brief case like I was going to hurt him. I laughed to myself silently as this thought played within my head. I cut his fingers to the bone and he dropped the leather case to the ground and began to wale in pain.
	“You son of a…” I slit his throat, his hands moved up and grabbed the gaping wound. Struggling for air fell to the ground and quickly bled out onto the floor. The last woman stared at me in amazement. She looked faint, paler than when I first looked to her when I entered the doomed shaft. I dropped the blade on the body of the owner and walked to her, wrapping my arms about her I licked her neck.
	“What do you want?!” She exclaimed in terror
	“Silence!” I replied “All I want is SILENCE!”
	I sank my teeth into her neck and she pushed me away. I tripped over bodies and fell against the hard metal wall. I grabbed the knife and went at her throat, slashing and cutting allowing the skin to fall like a fold of cloth. I jumped to my feet and captured her falling body, I then began to lap the [COLOR=red]blood[/COLOR] from the wound.
	The elevator jerked again, it moved and soon got to the 33rd floor. With her body in my arms and my back to the world, the doors opened as I drank of life.