Fight For Freedom
OK guys, I know it has taken me like forever to post this next part to my story, and I'm really sorry. I know exactly where this story is going and how it is going to end, I'm just having trouble finding time to write in between revision for my A-Levels, as well as suffering from a case of writers block. I know what I want to say, just don't know how to say it at the moment. Anyway, sorry if this chapter is a bit short and a bit crap, but I promise I'll try better next time!!
Chapter 5
Jack lay on the floor, blood dripping down his face and from his nose and mouth. Crytec had been questioning him for about an hour, but luckily for Jack he had simply used brute force as a way to try and get what he wanted rather than a hand device or a pain stick. He'd been beaten like this before, oh so many times during his four-month nightmare in Iraq, but Crytec wasn't even very efficient at it in comparison to others he had suffered at the hands of. Jack was pleased however that Crytec had decided not to chain him up believing he was too weak to try anything. Jack had to agree, unsure as to whether his body could take that in its present state. Through the slightly cloudy vision that Jack had now acquired, he searched desperately for an escape route. As Crytec struck jack again, he lay motionless, faking a state of unconsciousness. Crytec looked at the fallen form on the floor, angry that the weak Taur'i man had passed out before being able to get the information he needed form him. It was then that he made a fatal error, he turned his back on Jack, and started to walk away. Jack, who had one eye fractionally open, spotted his chance. He jumped to his feet, the adrenaline making him forget his injuries. Before the two Jaffa in the room or Crytec had time to react, Jack had an arm around Crytec's neck; the other hand grabbed the Zat gun on Crytec's belt, and was now aimed at his head. The Jaffa stepped forward,
"Come any closer, and I'll kill this snake-head master of yours!"
The two Jaffa stood where they were, unsure as to what to do,
"Shoot him!" yelled Crytec, realising that being shot by a Zat himself was far better than letting the prisoner escape.
The Jaffa were slow to react to his command, unsure as to whether they should shoot their master or not. Before they had even raised their Zats fully, Jack had shot them both once with the Zat gun he now possessed.
"Release me NOW! You can not escape!"
Shouted Crytec, his voice full of venom,
"Would you shut up!" replied Jack. "I have got such a fucking headache! Now where's the keys to the cells?"
Silence filled the room, broken only by a low growl through the clenched teeth of Crytec,
"Don't feel like talking heh?!"
"These actions are futile, you can not defeat me!"
Crytec drew his arm forward and then quickly jerked it back; his elbow connecting solidly with Jack's already battered ribs. Jack doubled over with a groan, releasing his grip on Crytec. Crytec laughed at Jack's weakness,
"I told you, you cannot escape, and now you will pay for this outburst!"
Crytec reached for a knife that was well concealed amongst his garments, and charged towards the kneeling and bent over Colonel O'Neil. Jack's physical condition might not have been to great at this time, but his tactical military mind was still working at 110%. As Crytec approached, Jack rolled down onto his back; with his target gone, Crytec stumbled slightly as his knife made contact with nothing but thin air. Jack saw his chance again. He sat up, grabbing Crytec by the collar and then rolling back down again, using his feet and momentum to catapult the goa'uld's body over his and onto the ground the other side of his head. Crytec landed hard on his back with a thud, dazed by this surprise and sudden attack. He immediately tried to clamber to his feet, but it was too late, even before he was up to a kneeling position, he felt the blue electricity flowing through his body. That split moment of surprise and confusion had caused his downfall, with Jack using his pristine and accurate military reactions to shoot Crytec with his Zat,
"Guess I'll have to find those keys myself then" Said jack as he slowly clambered to his feet and tried to steady his breathing. He looked at Crytec, unsure as to what to do next, but then realised if him and his team hoped to escape, he could not leave Crytec alive with the possibility of a counter attack. Jack fired his Zat, killing Crytec forever. He walked slightly unsteadily over to the fallen goa'uld, and searched his body for the keys. He was rewarded quickly by the jangling of metal, and produced a large ring that contained many large keys,
"Bingo!" He said to himself before standing up and firing his Zat again, making Crytec disappear. As he heard the Jaffa he had shot earlier start to stir, he fired the Zat repetitively at them as well, knowing they would sound the alarm otherwise. He then made their bodies vanish almost as if their lives had never existed. Jack took one last look at the now eerily empty room, a shudder running through his body at the though of what could have happened. But this was not the time for reflection. Jack stumbled, still slightly unbalanced, out the door and through the winding corridors that lead back towards the cells. This was the time for an escape.
To be continued…
So, what did you think then, is it as crap as I think it is, please R+R and let me know. Any advice on how to get rid of writers block also very much appreciated!!