rang.
"Redford." He answered.
"Hey, where are you and Molls
at?" It was Marty, sounding aggravated.
He checked his watch, seeing he was now
over an hour late. A little late for him but passable, but not for Molly. Molly
would have been there on time. She was always on time.
His gaze passed over the closed doors of
the broken elevator.
"Oh damn..." He whispered,
shutting his phone quickly.
_______________________________________________________________________
Molly clung to the rails on the elevator
after it had started to groan loudly. She scolded herself for letting a whimper
or two to escape her chest. She was strong and she wasn't afraid.
A scream escaped her throat when the
elevator shook back and forth.
"Molly? Molls, you up there?" His
voice was faint, but recognizable.
"Harrison! Oh thank God! Get me down
from here now!"
Harrison sighed, putting on his gloves and
tying his dog's leash to a doorknob nearby. "You have the weirdest ways of
getting yourself in trouble, Radcliffe." He said.
"Oh, like I tried to get myself stuck
up here with open doors and rats and bats and dark and freezing cold..."
She spite fired back.
"Good Molls. Keep getting pissed at
me." Harrison whispered, trying to get her mind off of her situation.
"Well what the hell got you to take the elevator? You haven't taken it in
over two years after the last time you got yourself stuck in here!"
"It was because I didn't feel so good
after your sickening sweet Candy Grey decided to come and talk to me again
about things God knows I don't want to hear. Do you think you could stand to
explain to that woman that your romantic affairs do not concern me and I rather
not hear of them at all? I mean really this is the second time she came to
talk to me about you and I don't want to hear it! I don't want to know!"
Harrison snickered, grabbing the line and
preparing to climb it.
"So, she's telling you how terribly
romantic I can be when I want to?" He looked around him, groping the line
with all his limbs to keep on. "You know, with all this training I've done
right here, I might have made a damn good firefighter." He commented, more
like thinking out loud.
"You could have been a damn good many
things if you had tried." Molly said, drifting off the subject.
"Yes, but had I done that, I wouldn't
of been able to get you a good job and you wouldn't be here."
She looked around her damn and dark
surrounds and sighed. "Gee...thanks?" The voices of doubt that had
been talking to her for days now came back.
"Well, I didn't exactly mean right
here..." Harrison said with a light chuckle.
"I really don't see what's so funny
about this."
"Eh, I don't really find it funny
either. But it's quite entertaining, isn't it?"
"What? You're not enough of a hero for
Candy Grey so you have to come acting all firefighting heroish to me?"
"Hey, you wanted my help you need my
help. So I wouldn't be dissing the hero factor in me."
She groaned, crossing her arms and
subjecting herself to his mercy. "Just please...please try to hurry. I've
never been more miserable in my life."
"At least you're doing okay. Much
better than last time, anyway. Now you're just complaining. Quite an
improvement for you. For me? Eh, it's still a little hard on the ears."
Molly rolled her eyes, playing with her
dying flashlight on her cell phone. Two blinks of light. Three quicker ones.
Illuminating the walls and making the squeaks louder by yet with more distance
away from the elevator.
Finally, one tan gloved hand slammed
against the floor of the elevator, visible from the hole the open hatch left.
She gasped in delight, grabbing hold of his wrist and helping to haul him in.
Once his full body was contained in the elevator, he laid against a corner
wall, his eyes closing for a moment. "God that's a hard climb." He
panted.
Molly smiled, crawling over to him and
wrapping her arms around his chest, laying against him. "For all the
moaning and frustration I give you...I really am so
"Redford." He answered.
"Hey, where are you and Molls
at?" It was Marty, sounding aggravated.
He checked his watch, seeing he was now
over an hour late. A little late for him but passable, but not for Molly. Molly
would have been there on time. She was always on time.
His gaze passed over the closed doors of
the broken elevator.
"Oh damn..." He whispered,
shutting his phone quickly.
_______________________________________________________________________
Molly clung to the rails on the elevator
after it had started to groan loudly. She scolded herself for letting a whimper
or two to escape her chest. She was strong and she wasn't afraid.
A scream escaped her throat when the
elevator shook back and forth.
"Molly? Molls, you up there?" His
voice was faint, but recognizable.
"Harrison! Oh thank God! Get me down
from here now!"
Harrison sighed, putting on his gloves and
tying his dog's leash to a doorknob nearby. "You have the weirdest ways of
getting yourself in trouble, Radcliffe." He said.
"Oh, like I tried to get myself stuck
up here with open doors and rats and bats and dark and freezing cold..."
She spite fired back.
"Good Molls. Keep getting pissed at
me." Harrison whispered, trying to get her mind off of her situation.
"Well what the hell got you to take the elevator? You haven't taken it in
over two years after the last time you got yourself stuck in here!"
"It was because I didn't feel so good
after your sickening sweet Candy Grey decided to come and talk to me again
about things God knows I don't want to hear. Do you think you could stand to
explain to that woman that your romantic affairs do not concern me and I rather
not hear of them at all? I mean really this is the second time she came to
talk to me about you and I don't want to hear it! I don't want to know!"
Harrison snickered, grabbing the line and
preparing to climb it.
"So, she's telling you how terribly
romantic I can be when I want to?" He looked around him, groping the line
with all his limbs to keep on. "You know, with all this training I've done
right here, I might have made a damn good firefighter." He commented, more
like thinking out loud.
"You could have been a damn good many
things if you had tried." Molly said, drifting off the subject.
"Yes, but had I done that, I wouldn't
of been able to get you a good job and you wouldn't be here."
She looked around her damn and dark
surrounds and sighed. "Gee...thanks?" The voices of doubt that had
been talking to her for days now came back.
"Well, I didn't exactly mean right
here..." Harrison said with a light chuckle.
"I really don't see what's so funny
about this."
"Eh, I don't really find it funny
either. But it's quite entertaining, isn't it?"
"What? You're not enough of a hero for
Candy Grey so you have to come acting all firefighting heroish to me?"
"Hey, you wanted my help you need my
help. So I wouldn't be dissing the hero factor in me."
She groaned, crossing her arms and
subjecting herself to his mercy. "Just please...please try to hurry. I've
never been more miserable in my life."
"At least you're doing okay. Much
better than last time, anyway. Now you're just complaining. Quite an
improvement for you. For me? Eh, it's still a little hard on the ears."
Molly rolled her eyes, playing with her
dying flashlight on her cell phone. Two blinks of light. Three quicker ones.
Illuminating the walls and making the squeaks louder by yet with more distance
away from the elevator.
Finally, one tan gloved hand slammed
against the floor of the elevator, visible from the hole the open hatch left.
She gasped in delight, grabbing hold of his wrist and helping to haul him in.
Once his full body was contained in the elevator, he laid against a corner
wall, his eyes closing for a moment. "God that's a hard climb." He
panted.
Molly smiled, crawling over to him and
wrapping her arms around his chest, laying against him. "For all the
moaning and frustration I give you...I really am so
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