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A Stargate Halloween FINALE
Rodney stood transfixed at the blurred windowsill, his saucer-like eyes unable to wander from the disgusting vision below. His fingers gripped the windows edge so tightly that his knuckles turned white in effect. He was frozen, terrified, and hardly believed what he saw. His mind kept telling himself to move but his body would not cooperate as they waged a silent war inside.
It was not till a extraordinary bolt of lightning lit his face against the rain splattered window sill that he realized the Wraith had stopped feeding on the man and were now looking directly at him, their deadened eyes beading in on him from the chaos below.
He yelped and quickly stepped back, releasing the window and immediately making a beeline for his still-opened bedroom door. Remembering Ronon's door was only the next one down, he ran at it, practically smashing into it with his chest and began pounding heavily on the door.
"RONON!!!! OPEN UP, ITS ME!!!!"
The door remained closed for a moment before Rodney hurriedly entered, uncaring of what he might find behind. A few steps into the room and Rodney felt utterly confused. Ronon's bed was empty and it took Rodney a moment to catch a flailing arm out of the corner of his eye; a flailing arm that was protruding from within a golden-framed picture on the wall.
Rodney fell over his own feet as he began to back away and stared disbelievingly towards it as he watched the scene unfold. Ronon was in the portrait being dragged by a woman in white, whose face held monstrously red eyes. Ronon's left arm was the only thing remaining outside the paintings walls and Rodney barely could make out Ronon's muffled screams.
Recovering quickly, Rodney ran to the painting, grabbing hold of Ronon's extended hand and pulled as hard as he possibly could. Ronon's screams became more prominent the more he pulled but Rodney focused on the pulling rather than Ronon's body suctioning its way out of the portrait. Ronon was almost fully released from within when he lashed out a heavy boot catching the ghostly woman off guard as she shrieked loudly while she inadvertently lost her strong grip on his arm.
Ronon came flying out toppling over and he and Rodney piled up on the floor together. Rodney grabbed Ronon by his shirt and yelled, "We need to get out of here NOW!"
As they got to their feet and headed for the door, Ronon made a face as he looked back towards the woman who was still screaming in the portrait, her face seemingly boiling with rage. Her shriek was reaching an ungodly octave and as Ronon and Rodney raced down the hallway towards the staircase, they began to notice the other portraits cluttering the hallways come to life as they woke from their endless slumber.
Men and women, beasts and monsters all moving within their own portrait, the shriek of the lonely woman filling them with her white hot rage as their eyes followed the two passing men as they themselves began to slowly emerge from their own boundaries of framing.
Ronon and Rodney barely could make out Teyla's voice at the bottom of the staircase calling for them and they rushed down to meet her. She was holding Colonel Sheppard 's arm around her shoulder as he looked around blankly and she stared wide eyed behind them as they rushed down the grand staircase at the strangely growing mass of creatures and things following that were all flickering like an old light bulb about to fade.
Seeing their haste and angry mob, she flung open the front door and led the blind Colonel out, with Rodney and Ronon in tow, into the great darkness and unrelenting storm. The four of them dashed down the long path back towards the sloping hill. No one seemed very surprised when the monstrous granite creatures that lined the darkened path began to come to life, squealing and groaning as they turned their ugly, mangled faces towards the escapees, their clawed hands reaching out violently, just missing the edges of the already soaking wet clothes.
Running as fast as they could they finally reached the control panel, narrowly dodging several bolts of lightning that seemed solely fixed on their position. The moaning crowd was practically upon them as Rodney punched the final symbol in and the Stargate activated enveloping them whole and sending them home.
As soon as the Stargate quieted, the sky turned a bright blue and the rain stopped fully as all remnants of the storm dissapeared into nothingness. The remaining creatures and ghosts returned dissapointedly to their portraits and resumed position for the next visitors of their planet.
In the dark basement laboratory, the butler staggeredly rose and began putting the pieces of his mangled body back into place, much like a puzzle, and the Count wearily rose from the floor, the gaping wound on his face miraculously healing as he did.
The Count looked at the butler. "You do realize they were the first to ever make it out alive."
"Of course, sir."
"Well, that's embarrassing. We need to make sure that never happens again."
"Yes, sir."
The Count started to walk away and turned back only once.
"You know why they survived, don't you? It was their loyalty to each other that saved them. Good thing it's such a rare thing to find or else the pets would never eat."
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!