hand. Its suppossedly of a snake wrapped around a young girl,? the DJ was saying as Amy
parked her car.
tender age of 25 Amy landed an intership at the New York law firm. It was great! She
got the chance to aid attorney in cases (mainly by doing reshearch, but hey it will look
great on a resuma).
Other than her footsteps, which echoed through out the parking gargae, the place
?Get a grip Batts,? she said to herself. ?Its not like you?re the only person here.?
Which was true, a lot of lawarys burned the midnight oil at Smith & Johnson, working
hard to prove their case. Still, she hesated at the elevator.
Amy has always feared elevators. Who could blame her? Think about it for a
else in the elevator.
Still, she stood there, forced to decide between her faithful stairs, or the cold,
metal elevator. ?There?s nothing to be afraid of,? Amy told herself. ?It?s just an elevator.
she pushed the button to summen the steel box.
The doors swooshed open, and Amy had to step back from the glare of the lights.
stared back at herself relected in the mirror like doors. Her long blonde hair was slightly
messed up, and there were bags under her dark brown eyes. She was all alone.
?It?s not that bad,? Amy thought to herself as the elevator slowly asended. ?No
one else is in here. I?m safe.? She watched as she passed the first parking garge level,
then the second, and the third. Suddenly the elevator stopped. Amy?s heart was racing as
the doors opened to reveal a big, musculare man blocking the exit. He stepped inside the
elevator, and pushed the botton for the 16th floor. The doors closed behind him. They
were locked together in a steel cage.
Amy stared at him out of the conner of her eyes. ?Get a grip,? she told herself.
Amy took in all of this.
?Well, you were,? he said. ?What was so interesting that you couldn?t take your
eyes off of it?? he asked moveing closer.
?It was umm…your tatoos,? Amy said quickly as she backed away.
?Yeah, I bet,? he said obviously losing interest in her.
?Tatoos, tatoos, what?s so importin about tatoos again,? Amy thought to herself
still unable to take her eyes off of him. ?His right hand…the news repote!? Amy realized as
her mind flashed back to the DJ?s warning of a possiable escape convict.
none, this is a fiction creative writing story