Posted by The Black Knight on April 01, 2000 at 18:11:54:
Annette O'Toole walked out of her New York apartment to the elevator only to be stopped short by an out-of service sign. The brunette was dressed in a skin tight burgundy blouse and a dark brown sheath skirt. her light blue eyes narrowed.
"This had better be an April Fool's joke, because I'm not dressed to walk down seventeen flights of stairs." Annette said under her breath.
She walked down the corridor toward the stairs and her face brightened in a smile. The service elevator had a sign tacked above it that said: Open to Public due to main elevator malfunction. The door opened right away and she got into the small car. She punched the 1 button and leaned back against the back of the elevator. The door closed and music began to play above her, the tune of "Happy Birthday".
"Oh now this is getting really weird." Annette said as she reached for the stop button.
The number 13 lit up above the door and the elevator stopped.
"This building doesn't have a 13th floor." Annette thought.
The doors parted and Annette let out an audible gasp as she saw two men dressed in black, each holding two automatic pistols. Gun fire echoed in the tiny space as they began to shoot the lovely actress. Annette's eyes closed tightly, her nose wrinkled up, and her lips pulled back taut in a grimace of agony as she was slammed into the back wall of the car. She had no idea how many times she was hit, but she felt lead tearing through her thighs, belly, and in particular the agony as slugs tore through her enormous breasts. When the shooting turned to vacant clicks Annette slid down to a seated positon, leaving a broad streak of blood on the wall behind her. Her eyes opened and a look of pleading and agony crossed her beautiful face. She opened her mouth to speak, but her collapsing lungs had no air to give her vocal chords. She coughed and blood leapt from her lips, splattering across her ravaged body. Her eyes became a blank glazed over stare as her head slumped down to the point that her chin rested on her chest. Annette was dead. Her demise had taken less than a minute from beginning to end, but that last few seconds had played out like an eternity to Annette.