A.N: This is actually an idea for a fanfiction I've had for a long time. I dont know why, but it always was on the top of topics to write about. Eh, whatever. Lets just hope it turns out well.
Oh! Almost forgot:
Portal, Half-Life and all of theyre characters belong to VALVe. Theyre not mine.
It was cold in Chell's room, as it normally was. The alarm clock on her nightstand read 3:00am. It was normal for her to stay up this late, sometimes even later, although she was supposed to be asleep hours ago.
She stood silently by the barred window, peering out at the moon sitting motionless in the sky, as she did almost every night for five years.
She hated it.
It made her remember things she'd rather forget.
She turned away from the window and walked over to her bed. It was small and springy and she plopped down on it. It shuddered, then settled under her. Chell grabbed the the bed sheet and draped it over herself and she layed there quietly, looking up at the ceiling as pictures from her past flashed through her mind. She turned to her side and closed her eyes tiredly.
It had been a long day at the asylum.
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She woke up to loud, blaring sirens out her window and a hard knock on her door.
"Please stay in your designated living cell. Do not leave the building." A gravely, muffled voice said through the discordant sirens outside. She heard her door lock and footsteps in the hallway. Chell sat up on her bed and rubbed her eyes. She peered over to the window, the curtains were drawn but it was clear that something was going on outside. And judging by the flashing lights and loud shouting, it wasn't something good.
Chell got up and walked slowly over to the window. She grabbed the thin, tan curtain and pulled it back and looked at the ambulances, and fire trucks crowding the street outside of the asylum. She saw a black ambulance pull up next to the massive building across from the street, The Detroit Medical and Scientific Research Facility/ Hostpital. The doors of the vehicle opened up and three people rushed out of the back of it. All three of them held guns in their hands. They turned to face the open doors as two men in long lab coats bounded out of the ambulance. They pulled a long, yellow gurney from the back of the car.
On it lied the body of a man. Chell, from this distance, couldn't make out his features as the doctors quickly rushed him into the Hospital
What was so special about him? Why was there such a raucos over one injured man?
Chell watched for a while until everything calmed down outside, and she went back to bed.
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"Diane, get me a clean operating room, stat!" The man shouted as he rushed along side the gurney, his doctor's coat flapping behind him.
The world was a blur.
Everything was muffled and seemed distant. People were shouting at him to 'stay awake' or 'keep your eyes open', but all he wanted to do was sleep. And he, more than anything, wanted to stop hurting. He wanted to breath without wanting to pass out. He wanted to be able to move without feeling like his entire body was on fire.
He should be dead.
After being nearly ripped apart when he was flung back into Earth's atmosphere, he shouldn't be here.
The doctors pushed his body into a bright white room. They grabbed his face tightly and slung a breathing mask over his face and almost immediatly started work on his body. A tall, female doctor grabed a sparkling clean surgical knife and made a small incision on his chest. He felt nothing. Everything was numb.
The look on the woman's face was of pure confusion as she cut further down his chest, then she stopped and gasped in terror.
"Oh my god. He- "
"Doctor?" another person at the end of the room said with a concerned tone, "Is everything alright?"
The lady shook her head slowly and backed away from the body on the hospital bed.
"Diane... Whats wrong?" A young man rushed up to the woman's side. He looked down at the body and nearly fell over.
"What-what is... Oh God." He stuttered. The woman reached over and turned a black dial on a large tank on the floor and in a matter of seconds, everything went dark.
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"No! I don't know what he is!" The doctor yelled, throwing her hands up in frustration. "Never, in all my years have I seen anything like him. He's- it's like he's not even human..."
"Maybe... maybe he isn't." A short, younger woman said quietly. The doctor turned around and looked at the woman seated on a tall stool with her blond hair back in a short pony tail, and let out a chuckle.
"Impossible." She said with an 'are-you-kidding-me' look on her pale face. The blonde haired woman got up and walked over to The doctor.
"No, Diane, It's not impossible. Remember the kind of stuff Black-Mesa had? I mean, we have military androids, who's to say we haven't got some like him?" She pointed to the pale, skinny, burnt and bruised body lying on a white hospital bed. The doctors and scientists didn't continue any surgury on him so they put him alone in a room in the Research Facility. He hadn't been responding to anything they had done. They tried talking to him, shining lights in his eyes but still, nothing.
"He's not like any Black-Mesa android I've ever seen." Diane said in a low voice, looking over at the body. "He just looks so... so human..." A thick layer of glass separated the doctors from the man, and they both watched him intently. He layed on the bed, quiet and still as death. There was a sudden, mechanical groan from the figure on the other side of the glass and the doctors saw him move ever so slightly. The first thing he had done in nearly 24 hours.
As the doctors moved closer to the glass, there was an inhuman, ear-splitting shriek of pure agony. Diane threw her hands over her ears and the younger doctor backed away, tripping over a table and falling to the floor. She got up almost immediatly and ran over to a microphone pressed a button, and talked into it.
"Sir. We need you to calm down!" Her voice radiated out of speakers in the corners of the room. The man's scream faded down into a soft, quiet sob. He turned his head and looked at the doctors through the glass.
"Sir," She continued, "Can you follow my finger." She lifted up a finger and moved it around in circles and the man's brilliant blue eyes followed it's every move.
"Good," She said, "Now, can you tell us your name?"
A.N.: This chapter literally took me three weeks to write. I didn't work on it for a long time, so thats probably why... Oh well. It's done now yay. I hoped you enjoyed. Thank you for reading.
-Zeopraxis