The lightless elevator swayed back and forth as it ascended, turning the boy’s stomach sour with nausea a smell like burnt oil invaded his senses, making him feel worse. Harsh sounds of chains and pulleys, like the workings of an ancient steel factory, echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls with a hollow, tinny whine. With another jolt, the room jerked upward like an old lift in a mine shaft.
Sinking to the floor, he pulled his legs up tight against his body, hoping his eyes would soon adjust to the darkness. His back struck a hard metal wall he slid along it until he hit the corner of the room. He fell down at the sudden movement and shuffled backward on his hands and feet, drops of sweat beading on his forehead despite the cool air. Metal ground against metal a lurching shudder shook the floor beneath him.
He began his new life standing up, surrounded by cold darkness and stale, dusty air.
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