I looked at the burning remains of my town, nothing had been left alive. I hadn't killed a living thing for five years, why did I deserve this?
The rebels claimed that we would be free, that we would never have to be beaten again.
They lied.
The Combine had come hard and fast, killing every living thing they found, the rebels fought back and managed to fend the troops off. Then they dropped the bombs.
Headcrabs were soon everywhere, taking down rebels and innocents alike and converting them into horrible monsters.
No human survived.
No, I am not a human, nor am I a Vortigun, I am the last of a once great race that was killed by mans tempering with portals.
I forgave them once; I will not forgive them again.
I find the ruins of my home and dig my way to the reinforced cellar, where I find my suit. The armor had been made from a biometal that fitted me perfectly and grew with me. I closed my eyes as I was once again wrapped in the black armors cold embrace. The suit hummed happily at my return, revealing my planets insignia in glowing purple.
I concentrate and my left arm becomes a claw, I relax and it returns to normal.
I return to the remains of my town and scavenge what I can, A shotgun, a crossbow and a magnum are all I can find.
With a sigh I will my suit to close my helmet, covering me in a smooth, featureless head without hair or ears. I will make them pay for what they did to me, not the Combine, who had shown only brutality, but the humans, who had ruined my life and murdered my people and friends. They had always talked about the mighty hero of the rebellion, Gordon Freeman. I would show them that he was just a man, I will break them before I let the combine finish them off, I will bring their greatest hero to his knees, make him watch me kill his friends, just as I watched his race kill mine, and after he is broken, I will kill him. I will kill Gordon Freeman.