A/N: Thank you for all of your comments, really happy you're enjoying my story.

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Chapter 11

The tunnels they where running down were dark and damp, their footsteps echoed. They were running blind now, following the twists and turns, they were yet to meet any junctions.

The sound of dripping water was becoming louder as they followed the path deeper into the mountain.

"I don't like the look of this lad." Duncan whispered the warning as they slowed their pace. They knew they were heading towards Mer-Mans lair.

He-Man halted after stepping into deep water. He really disliked fighting in water but knew there would be little choice. Knowing Duncan would be alright he took a large breath and swam along the next section of the tunnel. It was a short swim to reach the surface of the large pool. The fungi on the wall gave off an eerie blue glow that lit up the large chamber.

He-Man kept low in the water while trying to pick up where Mer-Man and Trap-Jaw were. He barely heard Duncan as he surfaced behind over the rusting squeak, of what he could summarise was Trap-Jaws joints.

Duncan felt his age as he swam through the murky water in the corridor. Surfacing behind He-Man he tried to hide his heavy breathing, luckily the rusting squeaks provided adequate cover.

Gently moving towards the nearest bank, Man-At-Arms carefully pulled himself out of the water. A quick glance behind showed him that He-Man was being distracted by something in the water. Creeping towards the creaking sound he noticed the numbers of stalagmites were increasing, the visibility ahead was decreasing with every step. Great, he thought, I'm walking into perfect ambush country.

All of a sudden the cavern went deadly silent, all Duncan could hear was the sound of his breath.

A large explosion in the water shook the cavern, sending a deafening sound that echoed from all directions. Duncan turned towards the water, afraid for Adam's safety. All he saw was a large splash as the water was still unsettled, before to do anything he felt a large weight crash into the back of him, knocking him to the ground. Struggling to his feet he grabbed the mace that always hangs from his hip, he couldn't worry about the lad at the moment, as he had his own problem.

Teela could feel the pain rippling though her body as her muscles tensed up. She had been keeping her body as still as possible, trying to prevent drawing attention to herself. Skeletor was still hunched over the ground muttering something and Tri-Clops was busy fiddling with the machine in his hand. A couple of times he had turned around to obtain something from a nearby tool box, Teela had taken this opportunity to have a better look around. During the last chance she noticed that the cage door was not securely shut. A plan had formed in her mind, the next time Tri-Clops turns away she'll make a break for the door.

Tri-Clops was dithering with the wires of his machine, Teela could see he was ready to go back for more tools and the waiting was killing her. She had to restrain herself from jumping up, it took all her strength and training.

Just when her patient was about to run out Tri-Clops moved towards the tool box, with his back turned to her. Seizing her chance she jumped up and ran towards the door, so far luck was on her side as no noise was made by her boots on the polished glass and she managed to keep her footing, even if it was like running on ice.

Teela runs through the door of the cage, almost tripping over as her boots hit the solid ground. Not daring to glace back, she broke into a run towards the nearest tunnel. She knew it would not be long until someone notices she is missing. Passing several fissures in the wall, she was now only ten paces from the tunnel, even though she had no idea where it lead, it would provide her with some cover. Now five strides away from the tunnel, thoughts of joy started seeping in, her defences slightly dropped and she missed the large orange arm come out of a hidden fissure.

It was as if she had run into a branch but instead of hitting the ground she found large claws around her throat and her feet no longer touching the ground. Teela found herself being carried back, her throat was sore and the pain was immense, tears were welling in her eyes.

She was thrown backwards and slid across the smooth glass surface until she hit the bars.

"Do be more careful Beast-Man. I still need her alive and in one piece."

"Err… Sorry Skeletor."

Teela was in agony, she had almost got away, she was so close and now was she not only back where she started, the pain was now accompanied by a throbbing head.