Not sure if anyone is still reading or not.
This is certainly a little different from my other submissions. Hopefully it will hold your attention.
Pete dove through the multi colored and rapidly reducing static hole; head first and horizontal. His planned landing was thwarted inside of the electrical portal-thingy. The change in ground level was just enough to throw off his landing. He was fast enough to react to the ground and roll, sliding to a stop on his shoulder. That'll bruise. Pete thought.
"Pete!" Artie said. "What are you doing?"
"Landing awkwardly." Pete groaned out. Taking inventory of himself, he gathered himself and accepted Artie's hand to help him up.
A burning smell made Pete sniff the air. It was accompanied by a pain from his foot. Pete started hoping around one legged. He would have laughed if he wasn't busy cursing. Artie nearly stomped on Pete's foot trying to put out the smoldering fire, but instead he grabbed Pete and ripped the shoe off.
Right foot bare, Pete stood and smirked at the old man. "Can't let you have all of the fun you kn-."
Pete was suddenly thrown sideways and rolling on the ground before he realized that someone was on top of him. Pete shoved and spun, trying to get back to his knees but strong fingers grabbed his neck and squeezed with inhuman strength. A thick, middle aged man with crazy hazel eyes and a buzz cut lurched at Pete, forcing him backwards.
The stranger, on top of Pete, leaned over him. He was squeezing as hard as he could, cutting off Pete's air supply. The guy was big and seemed impervious to Pete's strikes.
"Get off of him!" Artie suddenly appeared and grabbed one of the man's arms, prying it off Pete's throat. The man broke his hold on Pete to push Artie and back hand him, making the agent cry out stumble backwards.
The distraction was enough to make the crazy man shift his weight. Coughing, Pete threw him off and pounced. Pete was on top and drew his fist back to strike when Artie grabbed his arm. "Pete! Don't hurt him!"
Pete glanced at Artie in disbelief. The crazy man took the opportunity to knee Pete in the gut then grabbed his shirt and pulled him into his elbow landing on Pete's jaw, throwing him to the side. Pete rolled and sat up. Rubbing his throat, Pete groaned, "Me hurt him?"
Artie launched himself at the man and managed to hold onto an arm. He used his superior weight to hold the man down. Pete quickly regrouped and dove back into the fight. Between Artie and Pete, they pinned their attacker to the ground.
"Stop! Stop fighting!" Artie yelled. "We're not going to hurt you!" The man thrashed like he was insane. It was quite the challenge for Pete to hold onto one arm. "Stop! Tony!"
Pete didn't know where Artie got the name, but it made the man suddenly go still. His eyes went glassy and stared off into space. Pete was worried that they hurt the crazy guy, and so was Artie, because he leaned into the man to look into his face. "Tony? Tony?"
"Careful Artie." Pete croaked out in warning. The guy already got a few good hits in on him and Pete suspected that he could be playing opossum.
But Artie, ever the empathetic person, slapped the guy's cheek to get him to stop looking like a zombie, which didn't work. It seemed like the crazy guy, whoever he was, retreated into himself. He just stared off into, well the nothing that they were in. Even when Artie and Pete carefully let go of him, the guy just continued to lie there.
Pete followed Artie's lead and released the man, holding his hands up, at the ready, just in case. The man looked thick, like he always had hard work and food, or been a soldier. Artie got the man to sit up, which he did in the same trace-like state. "Tony? It's Artie. Hey…."
"You-" Pete coughed and swallowed against the pain in his throat where crazy man choked him. "You know this guy Artie?" Pete said in a raspy voice while rubbing his achy jaw.
"Tony Harper." Artie replied. He gave Pete a nervous/worried look which Pete waved off. "He disappeared in the summer of 1985 while doing inventory for the Warehouse."
"Inventory!" Pete croaked out. Even the most menial tasks seemed to have unexpected dangers in the Warehouse.
"Yeah. But—" he waved his hand in front of the man who stared off like a zombie.
Pete leaned in. "What's wrong with him?"
Artie shook his head. "I don't… 20 years of solitary confinement in… in wherever we are."
Pete looked around. "Good question. Where are we?"
Artie tenderly felt his cheek where he got smacked as he looked around. "Some kind of… stasis?"
"Inter-dimensional rip?" Pete offered. Artie gave him a hard look through his glasses. "What? That's what they would say in Star Trec."
Artie got to his feet, so Pete followed. Pete carefully started walking, curious to see if they had walls in their non-descript area. While carefully keeping his hands in front of him, Artie said, "Judging by the way Tony hasn't aged in 26 years, time- at the very least- doesn't pass the same way out here as it does in the Warehouse."
"Any idea what caused it?" Pete was imitating Artie's exploring motion, holding his hands out in front of him.
Artie winced in thought. "Maybe a build up of energies in the Warehouse? Or—an artifact that opened the portal? Nikola Tesla did some work on an inter-dimensional matter transporter but he never transported more than…." he continued to murmur mostly to himself until an electrical discharge made him pull his hand back. "Ah! I think I found a wall."
Pete got the same result. "Me too." He shook his hand out to get rid of the electrical zap Pete received when he touched the edge of their little prison. Artie and Pete turned to look at each other. The space was about 15 feet wide. Finding the 'walls' of their space meant one thing at least. They were trapped.