Gordon was tired, bruised and beaten. His mind was running sluggish. However his moral was stronger than ever, after he'd seen the creature bleed. Sweat was sliding down his face, glistening in the bright sun. He drew his arm across it to wipe some of it off, the cold touch of the suit felt gratifying. He took a deep breath, in and out.

Instead of staying in the same place, Gordon followed the trail of it, or at least the vague idea. As he reached the edge concrete wall where the light row of trees began, he saw the substance glowing in the grass. He looked farther and saw the trail of it leading out into the spacey forest. He started to follow it.

The creature attacking him wasn't an improbable thought, so he kept his guard ready. He felt as though it was watching. Gordon stalked through the woods as it got heavier and thicker. The knot in his stomach grew bigger. His ears twitched as he heard a cracking sound behind him. He prayed that it was a bird, but it was the creature, in cloaking form again. Gordon fired shots from his pistol but they just bounced off, as they did before.

Gordon knew that guns were doing no good against this when it cloaked. So he threw the pistol on the ground, the creature saw this and stopped walking toward Gordon. They both stood, glaring at each other. Then it did something completely unexpected, Gordon saw it shift around. But then the electricity started again and the monster emerged from it's transparent state once again, but voluntarily. Gordon kept his stance even though he was intimidated.

The creature turned it's head to one side. It was a tense moment as the two fighters stared at each other's odd characteristics. Gordon knew the true nature of this creature, not a soldier or a worrier but a predator.

It reached behind it's back and pulled something out. A cylinder like item, it was thick but short. The predator held it out sideways and two sides of it extended, creating a massive spear. It nodded, signaling Gordon do pull out his melee weapon. He then shifted out the crowbar and felt weak now. He stilled raised it like a sword. The predator swung his across Gordon's head but he ducked just quick enough. Gordon tried to strike it, but he couldn't mange to catch it off guard.

They were in complete melee battle again, but this time the predator had his staff. Gordon knew this was a battle he had no chance of winning, he pivoted and started to run through the trees. His stalker quickly followed. Gordon had trouble keeping the branches out of his eyes. His feet pounded on the ground and his breath started to run short. He flipped the switch once again to make the adrenaline flow. He legs began to feel lighter and he was running trying to find his way out of the forest back to the shipyard. His mind went blank and he looked in all directions to find an exit.

Then he saw his opportunity, an obscure view of the warehouses . He ran to it and jumped off the concrete ramp. He looked back to see the monster still behind him. Gordon kept running hoping to get to the dock before the predator could get to him. He saw the outline of his air boat and ran as fast as he could hoping to reach it. He jumped off the dock into the murky water. He turned around and swiped the crowbar across the monster's helmet catching it by surprise. As it tried to regroup Gordon hopped into the air boat seat and started the engine. He looked back and saw the monster standing up.

He gripped the gas, almost crushing the metal underneath his fingers. The boat took off but the creature was too. He started to gain, but Gordon lobbed a grenade back to throw it off track. The explosion lit up the water and heated the air for a moment. It was a direct hit and the monster was even blown off it's feet.

Gordon smirked, and revved the gas a little more. The creature was weary getting back up, but forced itself, seeing as how it's prize was getting away. It began to run after boat, it aimed it's gun but Gordon didn't notice the dots, his back was turned. It fired the laser and hit the back of the boat. The boat stopped and flipped forward. Gordon was tossed out and landed in the water. It splashed onto his face and the salt stained his glasses. He wiped as best he could but didn't have much time, the predator was barreling at him, spear in hand.

Gordon whipped out his crowbar and blocked the oncoming attack. But before the skirmish could get to heated, they both heard a growing noise in the distance. A black circle appeared in the distance, hovering quickly toward the two. Gordon knew what it was, but the predator was clueless. Gordon ditched it and ran back to the boat. The predator was still curious about the object, the chopper grew closer.

Gordon then heard the dreadful charging of the machine gun on the massive machine. Although he was pleased to find it not aiming at him. The predator then realized what it was and struggled for his arm device. Gordon jump started the gas on the air boat. Black smoke shot out of the engine and the smell of gas filled his nostrils.

The chopper opened fire on the predator, fortunately for it, the cloaking had activated and the chopper lost sight. It turned around to attack Gordon, he tried his best to out run it but there was no chance, for it was much to fast. He heard the charging behind himself and braced for an array of bullets to tear into his back. It never happened though, Gordon looked back as he heard a crashing sound. A blue projectile had hit the rotor, it barely damaged the machine but still delayed it's attack on Gordon.

He kept driving, still picking up speed. The machine charged up again, then spat out hundreds of bullets. However, Gordon was well out of point blank range, so the pilot had a hard time hitting him. A few bounced off the metal of the boat but none hit Gordon. He kept his hand on the gas and had a strong will to out run it. It ammo was depleted and with Gordon on the run, he resulted to the next phase of attack. It opened it's bomb bay doors and released a few bombs.

It started to catch up to Gordon and he couldn't go any faster. The predator then had it's own idea. It grabbed one of the bombs. The light flashing faster, so he chucked it at the copper. It exploded as it hit the side of it. It swaggered in the air and started losing balance. It was still dropping bombs but slowly closed the doors on it. Then it retreated and started to fly away, Gordon was happy to see it, he didn't notice the wooden road block directly in front of him. He hit it and flew forward, smacking his face in the mud.

He hopped up and wiped the dirt and water off his glasses. They were getting pretty beat up but he had to press on. He looked around, and saw the outline again. The only problem was, he had no weapons besides the crowbar. He had no choice but to run. He took off, the cloaked monster wasted no time and followed.

Gordon was having trouble dragging his feet through the mud, but the predator waded right through it. Gordon tried his best to keep running but the stalker was gaining quickly. He finally made it out of the water on a small island. He didn't cease, he looked back and was angry to see the monster so close to him.

This was it, he had nowhere else to go. As soon as it caught up with him Gordon Freeman would be nothing more than a memory. But fate had a merciful side, Gordon heard the same sounds as before and from behind a close hill, arose the same chopper as before. Gordon wasn't joyed to see it right away. But as he looked back and saw the predator chasing him, looking back at the helicopter. He kicked his legs back and fell on the ground just as the gun had charged up.

Bullets sprayed from the barrel and all Gordon could here was an odd scream of pain. He lifted his head and looked back to see the injured monster lay on the ground with a malfunctioning cloak. Gordon got back up and started to run again.

He began to climb a small hill onto a road. The chopper turned to follow Gordon. Suddenly it was hit by another blue flash. It shook and turned back to the predator, they had both fallen into Gordon's trap. As the helicopter was recovering from the blast, the monster itself got back up and followed Gordon. He watched as the beast came at him like a tiger but Gordon was full rage, he pulled out his crowbar. And gave a look that said, come and get me. The predator swung out it's blades once again, anticipating the fight. But they both heard the guns on the chopper start to heat up again. The predator was furious and gave one fine shot directly at the cockpit.

The explosion seemed even larger than the others on it. Electricity started to shoot through the rest of it. Eventually the entire machine was engulfed in a massive ball of flame. A few black pieces fell from the air and continued to burn on the ground. Gordon starred at the sight and did nothing more than push up his glasses.

He looked back at predator with the same look on his face. The two were ready for a fight. The sun was still blaring above the crisp blue sky. The fire still burned bright over the remains of the chopper. The hard black smoke rose up to the sky and dispersed, as if it was never there.

Gordon knew that news of this was all over the combine scanners, groaning at the fact. However, at this moment nothing else matter. He was going to fight this creature, to the death. The predator's blank mask intimidated him, with it's lifeless stare. It began it's language again, the assortment of short, consistent clicks.

It was on. The predator leaped toward Gordon, dashing madly at him. Before it could catch another glimpse, there was nothing but smoke and it was on it back. Gordon had set off another grenade. A weapon he'd remembered, it was risky, but what risk hadn't he take already?

Smoke was still glooming where Gordon had set it off and the predator was weary from the blast. It was on it's side and looked over. An upside down orange blob started to run out of it's view.

Gordon was running down the heavy road. He still wanted to battle the monster, but get as far away from the combine as he could. The road stretched much farther than Gordon would have liked, but it was still taking him away from the crash site. Although the combine would most definitely hunt down and kill the predator, he knew they would do the same for him.

The monster was outraged and chased Gordon down the road. It's metal sandals stomped into the pavement.

Gordon saw something glimmer in the corner of his sight. He stopped to take a look and saw an old rusty van, with the wheels gone and all but one door missing. There were objects sticking out of the doors. With red pools underneath. They were a group of dead rebels. These uniforms were new to Gordon, seeing as how he hadn't come in contact with many rebels. Gordon went over to take a look.

The predator saw his body heat form in the distance. He sprinted to his target, ready to slice the back of his neck.

With one swift move Gordon turned around and let his new machine gun fire off into the monster. Although Gordon knew guns had little effect, there was no shame in trying once more. To his surprise and glee, a few of the bullets pierced into the skin of the creature. The same blood he'd seen before spilled out in a bright, neon fountain. The monster itself screamed and stumbled back. Gordon was pleased to see it scream once again.

He kept his gun up, he was about the pull the trigger and let a few more rounds rush into it. He heard a sound from the hills to the west. It was a static sound almost like a radio. They both looked over and saw a few metro police spill out of the trees. Gordon ducked behind the car but the creature simply buffed it's stature.

The soldiers saw the predator in confusion. However, if it wasn't working for them, it was against them. They began to fire all there weapons at once. However most of them bounced off the armor on the predator's shoulders. Seeing how bad their aim is. The creature took out it's staff and unraveled it again.

It jumped up and stabbed two of them without even taking a second look. It almost seemed routine for this thing to slash through a crowd of men with guns. Gordon was surprised but stood his ground behind the van. The predator had all kinds of fancy moves it used on the cops, simply for more fun during the slaughter. It still didn't cease to amaze Gordon. He watched as his enemy's gore was swung out across the grass and dirt.

The spear went through one man and into another. Making a lovely kabob of metro police. The monster was absolutely loving it. It was like a game to him, child's play. After it's spear jabbed through the lung of the last remaining soldier. It looked around at the bodies strewn around. It loved to take a skull back for a souvenir, but none of these men were even worth slicing open.

His face landed on Gordon again. Blood dripped off his spear and he starred at Gordon, hiding behind the van. Gordon slid out and fired at it once again, the hot casings fell onto his suit, bouncing off with metallic sound. Gordon was not a perfect marksman many of the bullets slung by the monster. It didn't even budge. Gordon stood back up and threw his gun down, it was out of ammo anyway.

He pulled out the red crowbar again. The predator still had it's spear ready. The two charged at each other and slashed their weapons. The two metals collided with great force, shocking Freeman but the monster remained the same. They swung their at each other, each blow seem to have barley missed one another. A few of the swings collided with each other, causing a few sparks to fly out. The two frantically kept swinging.

Another sound arose from the distant road, the sound of engines. Gordon looked and saw two combine APCs making there way down the old highway. Once again Gordon had the upper hand of knowledge, he quickly jumped behind the van. The predator was clueless to what these were. He stood glaring at them.

They both squealed to a stop in front of the monster. Their guns turned toward it. It jumped to the opposite side of Gordon and hit it's wrist computer. Thus turning it invisible once again. The guns stopped looking and never fired a shot. Out of the car came a few more metro police. Gordon shook his head in annoyance. He looked over, the predator was gone, literally.

The outline didn't remain, it had fled, obviously not wanted to fight anymore police. It left them to Gordon. He slowly placed his hand on the submachine gun that was conveniently close to the dead rebel right next to him. He got it ready as the cops started to look around the area. One of them came extremely close to him, Gordon put his finger on the trigger.

Before he could pull it, the metro police flew back and blood spew from it. Suddenly the men started firing off into the distance. Gordon looked out a saw a group of rebels firing back at them. Slowly one by one, the soldiers went down in a blaze of gunfire. Their bodies getting thrown back into the APCs.

He stood back up and saw the rebels making there way toward him. As the moment went from complete dismay to glory, now his only fear was looking like a coward seeing as how he didn't fire a shot during the whole gunfight. None the less, he was over joyed to see a few people on his side.

The men walked over to Gordon and one came up to him personally. He was young about twenty five, the youngest Gordon had seen since he's arrived in City 17. His bright blond hair poked out from under his ski cap. He had an iring that glimmered in one ear. He smiled and put his hand out to Gordon.

He grabbed it and gave the man a hearty shake. "Oye, if it ain't the Freeman himself" he said in a Scottish accent.