Elevator Music

*here is the second part, the fight in the elevator.
not nearly as easy for me, but still a great experience for me!
a fight in an elevator

Cruelty. This was utter cruelty from the fates above. How in Gods name they got stuck in an elevator together, one damn floor from his destination was the definition of irony. For days he’d been imagining what he would do if they were alone together with no witnesses. Ok, granted the fantasies regarding the piano wire or silenced handgun were not serious thoughts, but the others...those were seriously entertained thoughts. And yet here he was. Standing not two feet from him. And wouldn’t you know it, not a damn thing he could do! “God damn all my Murphy ancestors!” he thought. If this wasn’t the curse rearing it’s ugly head, nothing was. There was time to do what he wanted, oh yeah. But of course, they were stuck in the elevator where they worked. If he gave in and pummeled him like he wanted to, at some point they’d open the doors and then he’d be fired. And most likely arrested.

Arg!!! This was flat out not fair, first the little bastard steals his project ideas and gets recognized as a rising talent at the firm because of it. Then he comes home to find his daughter, who is only 17, in a non-platonic position with this douche. Only his daughters tears and pleading had kept him from pressing statutory rape charges, that and the fact that supposedly they hadn’t gotten that far. What the HELL was a 30 year old man doing with a 17 year old girl?! For the first time in his life he had been glad they didn’t keep a gun in the house. Just thinking about it made him want to purchase one. And now he was even more fuming than before. A quick glance in the reflective steel told him that his face had gone from pink to the full on red of rage. You invite someone home to dinner and help them out and the next thing you know they are stealing your job and corrupting your daughter. What the hell was this world coming to?

And now he had to sit here, calmly, with no witnesses and nothing but time on his hands and not turn around and pummel this prick. His palms literally itched with desire to throttle him.

“he hem” came a slight throat clearing from just behind him. He gritted his teeth and put his fists into his pockets.

“So, how’s Chrissy?”

Ok, now his face was the color of rage. “You have got to be fucking kidding me. Did you really just ask me about my daughter? Did you DARE just fucking say her name??? What the HELL is your problem Jeremy?! I have had it with you. Do you have any idea how lucky you are that I didn’t press charges? That I don’t tell our boss? “

“ You really think they’d believe you? The word of a soon to be washed up designer who is now days later making accusations that are unfounded and unprovable? C’mon Peters, who do you think they’re going to believe?” Jeremy smirked, leaning in as he said the last bit.

If this little upstart thought getting in his face was going to stop the ass kicking that was coming, he was waayyyy off. A slow grin came upon his face. Fuck it, it’d be hours before they were rescued, or at least half an hour right? And surely Jeremy would fight back which meant that they would both be banged up. He grinned more, one thing this kid wouldn’t know is that people will always believe that an old guy is the victim when there is physical conflict. All he had to do was say that Jeremy swung at him and he defended himself. Ahhhh.... sweet revenge. Maybe being stuck in an elevator wasn’t so bad after all.

“Oh Jeremy, see the thing is they don’t have to believe me on all that.” He flexed his hands in preperation. He wanted that first hit to come out of nowhere, to make maximum impact, and to take this little shits smirk off his face. The look on Jeremys face said that he clearly didn’t believe he would do anything. That made it all the better.

He let go in a flash of speed and felt the nose break on impact. Crunch! God that sound was music to his ears! Next thing he knew he was standing over Jeremy hitting him as if it was nothing, blocking most return blows but allowing a couple to get in to prove his self defense excuse. “You sorry now Jer?” hit. “You sorry?” hit. God this was satisfying!

The look on Jeremys face showed defeat. His return hits had turned to failing attempts to block the older mans blows. Clearly this guy thought that good looks and a showy body were worth more than real strength, somehow he had a feeling that would be changing in the near future. “I’m sorry!!!!!!”
“You bet your ass you’re sorry. “ the sounds of the rescue crew trying to pry open the outer doors was getting louder “You guys ok in there? what the hell is happening?”
He grinned and looked at Jeremy.... “ Hurry! This guy just flipped out and started going at me, I’ve got him down but I’m not sure for how long! I’m an old guy, he’ll recover before I do...help!” He leaned down nose to broken nose with Jeremy...”who do you think they’ll believe now?”. He went back to the corner of the elevator he started in and sat calmly, humming along with the terrible elevator music their company insisted on playing 24/7.