A/N: This is a one-shot I thought of after watching crime and punishment- Insane Wheatley by LightningtheDragHog on youtube. Rated T because he cuts himself while something goes through his mind. Android GLaDOS and turrets.
I sat in my throne. Well, a model of my throne. I was barley allowed on the same level as that chamber since I was pulled back. My three partners were pulled back also. They, however, were bloody, stabbed, and dead. The homicidal A.I. tested me to make sure I wouldn't kill her oh-so-precious Chell. Chell. The person I used to love. She barely paid attention to me even though GLaDOS insisted I was brought back for her. How I hated and resented Chell's kind words that were only said to deflect me. How I hated that A.I. for stealing my Chell from me. My vision flashed.
Error. Memory corrupted. Memory contains dangerous files. Inaccessible.
And oh how I loathed those messages. They always started out saying FILE: INTELLIGENCE DAMPENING SPHERE. The very words I had been trying to escape. I reached for my knife. Blood was my only refuge. Blood wasn't mean to me. It didn't call me a moron, or ignored me. It kept me alive. I lifted the knife to the normal area and cut in. I could barely way to see the warm, dark red liquid flow out. Nothing happened. My smile faded. I dug in harder. Only a small trickle. I screamed at the top of my lungs in anger. I bolted out of my room and down the dark hallway, my knife in hand.
I ran, screaming, towards the area She kept the defective turrets. She didn't care about them. They were also filled with blood. I kept running. One more turn-
"Ow!" I whipped my head to where the pain was coming from. I had stabbed myself in the arm. A smooth flow of blood oozed its way out. I pushed my back against the wall and slid to the floor. I swirled my finger in the blood. When I finished, I stood and walked to the beginning of the hall leading towards the turrets. I was drunk on blood, and I wanted more. The turrets won't escape me.