*Waves*

Whoa, what is this thing? I thought of starting a short story, as I seriously need a break from LC right now. AND NOTE: It's as dark as hell. No kidding. *Shivers*

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything. Not even Wheatley. Sad face.


White.

As far as the girl could see, the world was blank, cold, and unforgiving. Only her own blood stained the ground, crimson and still flowing.

The world she'd always known had changed dramatically.

One second, she'd been fighting, and the man was helping her like he always had. Next second, he was in control, pushing her up against a wall and slashing at her with a knife, leaving her precious blood to drain onto the ground. The girl had yelled at him, begging for mercy with her barely-used voice, tears poured onto her cheeks, but he'd just laughed at her, dipping a finger in her blood and drawing patterns with it all over the walls. At last, the torture was over, and he'd held her up against the window and kicked her against it, smashing it and letting her out.

Falling...

The girl slammed down onto the ground with force enough to break her bones, which it had. Her arms were lying there, twisted at awkward angles. Her legs ached, and her head was spilling blood all over the snowy ground.

Footsteps.

They sounded in the quiet world, crunching the snow. The footsteps were getting faster and faster, coming towards her, and fast. The girl let out a whimper, moving away slightly.

"C-Chell? Is that you?"

There it was: The voice of the betrayer. "Don't hurt me," Chell whispered, edging away from him. "Don't talk to me."

"You gotta listen to me! I'm sorry!" He yelled at her, dropping to his knees. Chell snorted. "You nearly kill me, laugh at me, throw out a window and break my bones, and you just say sorry?do you think that's going to help at all?" She snarled at him, still not looking.

"I was corrupted. Like- like shewas. I didn't want to do that to you! Chell, please look at me," the man pleaded. Scowling, Chell, turned her head to see that he was actually holding a knife to his throat. "Do you want me to die?"

"No!"

The man dropped the knife, crawling towards Chell and scooping her up in his arms. "We'll find a way to fix this," he muttered, placing a quick kiss on her bloody forehead. "Wheatley..." Chell raised a painful arm and placed it on his shoulder. "Apologizing doesn't change anything," she whispered.

"But-!"

"Listen to me! It's not that I don't believe you, it's that you're too late anyways."

Wheatley gasped. "No! You're not going to die!"

"You can't change anything," Chell muttered. Her vision was quickly fading away; any second now, and it was going to go. "I'm sorry," Wheatley said. "I'm sorry." He could apologize over and over, but nothing was going to change.

Except, maybe, she wasn't going to die so shattered.

Chell choked out two final words before she went, however.

"Love you."

The girl's vision faded to black, leaving her only the ability to hear the betrayer's screams of anguish ring in her ears one last time. Some things never change, she thought weakly. Some things never change...