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A Stargate Halloween
Chapter 9
Teyla landed on something solid and cold. Immediately she felt around for her surroundings though the total blackness that engulfed her, momentarily blinding her eyes, and the deafening silence that rang eerily through her ears like a loud obnoxious hum. Her breaths came short and the brunt of the fall made her body feel electric, every nerve screaming out in sharp pain.
Deciding the space was too slim to maneuver normally, she began to crawl towards a small shaft of light far to her left that she barely noticed after finally catching her breath. Her hands and knees scraped painfully against the rough flooring and she just managed to squeezed through the passage, desperately hoping what lie ahead would lead to her freedom.
Voices traveled eerily across the air and she moved faster towards them, her bloodied palms and knees dulling with the numbness of the gravel digging into her exposed flesh. Just as she reached the source of light, she saw a grate in the wall from which it came. Her eyes cautiously peering through its small holes, just wide enough to slip her fingers through, found a darkened laboratory with multiple gurneys all stained horribly and intricate contraptions hooked to them for which Teyla did not wish to know what they were for.
Voices came again and as Teyla caught sight of their speakers, she gasped loudly, instantly putting a filthy bloodied hand to her mouth to stifle herself.
The Count was standing over a particular gurney, garbed in a butcher's apron streaked with blood and goggles resting atop his silvery hair with a surgical mask just below his chin. Plastic gloves covered his arms, stretching all the way up just past his bony elbows. He was speaking to his butler who stood beside him, a long flowing napkin held regally in one hand and a metallic platter resting in the other, its handles on either side was the mouth of a serpent.
Both men standing spoke easily as if this was an everyday occurrence and made no movements at the sound of the quiet moans coming from the gurney below them. Teyla could barely make out Colonel Sheppard's boots and saw he was lying very still, although much to Teyla's relief, his moans of pain indicated he was still alive and that was all she needed to know.
She carefully eyed the immediate surroundings of the room and spotted a large intravenous pole on wheels that would satisfy her pupose. She gently placed her fingers through the grate, seperating her fingertips at even intervals to cover the entire metal grid and began to push as quietly as she could. Push and pull, push and pull, until the grate started to give and with a soft metallic groan that caused Teyla to cringe at the noise as it finally slid off.
Grateful for the shadows of the room, she exited the now gaping hole in the wall and lowered the grate, making sure it did not clang to the floor as she placed it there gently. She slid herself towards the pole she had previously eyed and grabbed it, carrying it with her easily raised as she stayed hidden in the shadows of the room, making her way to Colonel Sheppard's captors.
Closer and closer she came until they were merely feet from her still unaware of her presence as the madmen continued to speak to each other.
"Is everything prepared?"
"Yes, sir."
"Did you feed the dogs?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, then lets begin."
The whirring of a hand held device sent Teyla running from the shadows as she jabbed the mangled end of the pole towards the Count's now fully masked face. His eyes widened in surprise as the pole caught his cheek just as he noticed her, sending the whirring device flying through the air behind them as Teyla lunged hard. She needn't turn as she heard the machine sear through flesh and she knew the butler had caught its deadly blade, the blood splattering across Teyla's back.
The Count was unconscious, the gaping wound on his cheek dripping down his masked face and Teyla moved quickly to free Colonel Sheppard.
He stirred as she untied his binds, calling his name, waiting for a response.
"Teyla?"
She breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Yes, Colonel. You are free now." She began helping him to a sitting position and he winced in pain.
"I-I still can't see anything!" he said worriedly.
"It is no matter. I have you now. We must find Ronon and Rodney and leave this place NOW."
John's wandering eyes read empty and he nodded. He trusted her to lead him as he leaned onto her shoulder and limped away with her guiding the way.