Disclaimer: I do not own Atlantis.
At the Loin's Teeth
Sulking around the corner, the rush of adrenaline coursed throughout his body, he carried the package. He had to get it to safety.
A voice yelled behind him. He ran faster. He turned into the next corridor, nearly hitting an abandoned medical cart.
Inspiration hit him. Grabbing the cart, he pushed off, racing down the hallway. A blast of red energy whizzed past his head before the cart toppled sending him sprawling on the ground. He scrabbled up, half crawling, half running, he made it, limping, down the hallway.
He ran and ran. His legs got tired. His muscles weak. He couldn't run anymore. Panic slipped in and dissolved all the adrenaline. All the resolve he had. All that was left was the fear. The fear that blinded him and froze his body and mind.
His last thought to hide was too late. She had found him.
Never underestimate a woman's determination when someone steals her chocolate.