The Quickest Way Down by Charles Christian
	So when the cute Asian chick he's been dancing with for the past five minutes whispers in his ear, "I think I know where there's a better party, are you coming?" Max needs no further encouragement. She says her name's Kelly or Carly- bit hard to make out as she has a strong Indian accent- she's a postgrad from Delhi doing medical research. Tugging him firmly by the ends of his yellow silk scarf (vintage Armani, he picked it up for a dollar in a charity shop the other day) she leads Max down the corridor towards the elevator vestibule. She presses the "down" button on the elevator marked "No unauthorized use." "This is the quickest way down," she says. The elevators arrives, the doors open, they go in- and, before the doors are even fully closed, she's pinning him against the wall with her body, with one hand down the front of his chinos and her tongue halfway down his throat. After passing several floors, Max is vaguely aware of the lift coming to a halt and of a medic- well, he's dressed from head to toe in green scrubs- pushing an empty dolly into the elevator. "Oh, Kali, you never could resist hot, fresh meat," says the medic. Somewhere deep within Max's lust-engorged brain an alarm bell starts ringing- but it's already too late. With the speed and dexterity of someone who's done this many times before, Kali is twisting Max's scarf into a garrotte and the noose is tightening. "This can't be happening to me," screams Max's mind before he falls unconscious across the waiting dolly. The doors close and the elevator continues its journey down, down to the basement- and the university hospital's dissecting rooms.
	Copyright © 2007 Charles Christian