Title  - Rush
By – afg
Rating – One naughty word 
Category – Angst/Adventure
Disclaimer – Not mine and no money is being made. 
Written for the Gateship Wednesday shorts 'A Matter Of Time' 
Challenge

We're going to die. Our first time out as a team and we're all going to 
die. I'm running and it's like one of those nightmares, you know the 
kind. The ones where you are trying to escape something unspeakably 
horrible, yet your legs just won't go fast enough. The  air feels thick 
almost soupy. I can see the DHD it's so close now.

Christ the gate's just closed on us, Death by physics, I don't fucking 
believe it, I look at my team and they know I've run out of options. I 
notice that none of us are looking at the horror behind us. We've all 
been reduced to the state of children, afraid of the monster under the 
bed. 

The light around us is strange; it's dead and leaden. It make the faces 
around me look flat and two-dimensional as though I'm surrounded by 
cardboard cut outs.  I want to go home, please, It's not supposed to be 
like this.

The pain is so exquisite, like icy needles, so cold, so very cold. My 
mouth opens in a scream high and shrill and then it's gone, lost in the 
sucking void and I'm flying, rushing onwards faster and faster and 
there's no wind resistance, just speed and light and a sound like 
nothing you've ever heard. It's like the most beautiful music but 
better, clearer, sweeter. I'm everywhere and all at the same time and 
it's so beautiful and I'm me, I'm my team, I'm everybody. I'm home.