Bent Reality
Written By Shawn Langhans
Prologue Pt.2
January 6th, 2000. 11:45 A.M.
All of the final preparations were complete. So the experiment was to be started. In the midst of the building, something was strange about the large red sample of pure radiation and three unknown materials. The beginning of it just started.
A young scientist, Dr. Gregory Cross, was the lucky man chosen to insert the crystal into the generator. All he was whereing was a to-small clean suit that made him look like a alien from the sixties. Which just made him worry even more that the suit probably wasn't going to protect him for shit.
"Dr. Cross, if you will just get the generator running. Atop the ladder is a control panel, all you need to do is flip the switch. Then we will give you instructions of what to do next." The loud voice in the speakers told the man what to do. Although Dr. Cross felt weird about the whole thing, he went to work as any other person would.
He did as the man told, and when he was climbing the ladder he got a weird feiling in his lower gut. 'Just remember Greg, you are doing something new, not completely dangerous', Greg convinced himself into believing everything was okay. He got off the ladder on the platform over twenty feet off the ground, and walked over to the small panel. The metal 'clang' he heard after every step made him even more worried about the situation a little bit more.
"Good Dr. Cross, now just hit the red button then we will give you even more instructions. Nothing to worry about." Greg tried to ignore every word the man said, because it only made it worse. "And the monkey flipped the switch." Greg dropped his fist on the large red button that he was informed to push.
"What was that Dr. Cross? Never mind that, just climb the ladder to the base floor, and wait for the sample to be released." Greg walked over to the ladder. Then he looked to his left to see the rotors of the giant generator start to spin. "Okay, generator is at 15%." Greg continued down the ladder and ignored the announcements from a different scientist.
Half way down the ladder he looked at the generator again as a blinding flash of electricity went off, as two bolts of lighting seemed to come from the top of the generator all the way to the bottom. 'Greg, everything is under control. Don't worry!' Greg thought, without even noticing the scientist. "Generator is at 30%." Greg dropped the last three steps of the ladders as he walked towards the small cage to the right of him.
Another bolt of electricity went down from the top straight into the middle, where the sample was going to be inserted. Then a hatched door from behind the cage opened. A small machine rode out carrying the red crystal, the one that was going to be inserted in the generator. The large machine now started spinning faster, and the two outer bolts of electricity started to rotate. "Generator is at 50%. Its going steady."
"Dr. Cross, please push the cart carrying the sample into the laser. Don't fall in though, it kill you instantly. After that head over here in the blast shelter and your job is complete." Just the thought that he could finally get the job finished was a mind pleaser. He grabber the cart by one hand and started to push it into the large bolt of yellow electricity. The moment the red crystal touched that bolt, all hell broke loose. "Greg! GET OUT OF THERE!" Screamed one of the scientists.
Greg just stood there and watched in horror as the large spinning generator slowly fell apart, while still going at it's top speed of 190 m.p.h. "GREG! THE DAMNED THING IS GOING TO TAKE THIS PLACE SKY HIGH!!!" Greg ran as fast as he could to the small blast pit next to the cage, and the doors bolted on the blast pit. Greg was locked out...
The scientists inside just stared at him as to say 'Your times up,' or 'Everyman for himself'. Greg started screaming and banging on the door. "LET ME IN YOU FUCKERS! OH SHIT! OH SHIT!!!" He looked back for the very last time as he saw the generator rotors detach and fly off the hooks right into the blast pit. He ran in absolute horror of his own death. Everybody in the blast pit were dead. All of the scientists were gone except for him.
The large generator was thrashed, and it was on fire. The young scientist just waited for it to explode. Greg knew it was coming. It wasn't avoidable. "Gina, I'll miss you!" Greg thought about his fiancé for the last time. A massive blinding green flash filled his memories, followed by a large green explosion that quickly ended his life. Everything in a half-mile radius was gone. Nothing lived. Another Death Valley was slammed into an Arizona Desert.
Black Mesa Research Center was demolished. The governments plan wasn't finished though. The moment the explosion hit the news the very same man from the presidents speech was back. A news reporter introduced the man. "Everybody, please welcome Dr. Calloway." The man walked onto screen as everybody in America awaited his news. "Yesterday, January 6th, Black Mesa Research Center was demolished by a group of terrorists. Nobody was harmed in the terrible attack on our research center."
"Although many people were terrified, they are all getting paid vacations. For the BMRC itself, well the work on it will not be continued. We haven't found anything in the last month that we needed to find in a week. All of NASA's funding towards the project was cut. That is all." The man stepped out of the screen, and the lens focused back on the reporter. "For more information on BMRC, go to NASA's homepage. In other news, the Cuban boy was returned..." News about Black Mesa was over, something people tried to ignore.
July 20th, 1999.
It wasn't over though. The moment the man spoke of the terrorist attack on BMRC, a new building was already under construction. In Black Mesa, New Mexico, a new facility was being built, but it's circumstances were very different. A new name, a new occupation, and a more realistic location. Black Mesa Research Facility, was to be known as an abandoned Missile Facility, which took place in Black Mesa itself. By May the building was completed...
It was alot bigger than the original BMRC, and was alot more secure. The massive base was many floors below ground. The above ground section looked like an abandoned Missile Base, with tons of disabled bombs for show. Also another Tram System was above ground. The base was in a large crevice, also next to a very large cliff. The base had many levels of security. Even though the terrorist attack was a cover-up, the management thought there shouldn't even be a risk.
Black Mesa was fully operational again. The completion of the second base was full-proof. The administrator from NASA was there to see all of the compilation of experiments and discoveries. A much more stable sample was acquired. And a much more powerful generator was created. BMRF wasn't going to make the same mistake as it's predecessor. Management was completely regulated. So was security. Black Mesa was so secure, that if anything every went wrong, the government was allowed to put it into lockdown. And to silence the scientists...
That day, the same experiment was to be scheduled, and attempted. Gordon Freeman, an average scientist, is going to wake up to one very bad day. The world would awake to find their hands in a single scientist.
Authors Note: Very little action, but it is only the prologue. I am going to start working on the actual story now, so don't stop reading yet. Another thing, Greg is a new character, and he wasn't famous, so don't think he is going to be mentioned again in this story, he was sort of a space filler. Next Chapter: Gordan will wake up late and arrive to work as if it were any other day...
Written By Shawn Langhans
Prologue Pt.2
January 6th, 2000. 11:45 A.M.
All of the final preparations were complete. So the experiment was to be started. In the midst of the building, something was strange about the large red sample of pure radiation and three unknown materials. The beginning of it just started.
A young scientist, Dr. Gregory Cross, was the lucky man chosen to insert the crystal into the generator. All he was whereing was a to-small clean suit that made him look like a alien from the sixties. Which just made him worry even more that the suit probably wasn't going to protect him for shit.
"Dr. Cross, if you will just get the generator running. Atop the ladder is a control panel, all you need to do is flip the switch. Then we will give you instructions of what to do next." The loud voice in the speakers told the man what to do. Although Dr. Cross felt weird about the whole thing, he went to work as any other person would.
He did as the man told, and when he was climbing the ladder he got a weird feiling in his lower gut. 'Just remember Greg, you are doing something new, not completely dangerous', Greg convinced himself into believing everything was okay. He got off the ladder on the platform over twenty feet off the ground, and walked over to the small panel. The metal 'clang' he heard after every step made him even more worried about the situation a little bit more.
"Good Dr. Cross, now just hit the red button then we will give you even more instructions. Nothing to worry about." Greg tried to ignore every word the man said, because it only made it worse. "And the monkey flipped the switch." Greg dropped his fist on the large red button that he was informed to push.
"What was that Dr. Cross? Never mind that, just climb the ladder to the base floor, and wait for the sample to be released." Greg walked over to the ladder. Then he looked to his left to see the rotors of the giant generator start to spin. "Okay, generator is at 15%." Greg continued down the ladder and ignored the announcements from a different scientist.
Half way down the ladder he looked at the generator again as a blinding flash of electricity went off, as two bolts of lighting seemed to come from the top of the generator all the way to the bottom. 'Greg, everything is under control. Don't worry!' Greg thought, without even noticing the scientist. "Generator is at 30%." Greg dropped the last three steps of the ladders as he walked towards the small cage to the right of him.
Another bolt of electricity went down from the top straight into the middle, where the sample was going to be inserted. Then a hatched door from behind the cage opened. A small machine rode out carrying the red crystal, the one that was going to be inserted in the generator. The large machine now started spinning faster, and the two outer bolts of electricity started to rotate. "Generator is at 50%. Its going steady."
"Dr. Cross, please push the cart carrying the sample into the laser. Don't fall in though, it kill you instantly. After that head over here in the blast shelter and your job is complete." Just the thought that he could finally get the job finished was a mind pleaser. He grabber the cart by one hand and started to push it into the large bolt of yellow electricity. The moment the red crystal touched that bolt, all hell broke loose. "Greg! GET OUT OF THERE!" Screamed one of the scientists.
Greg just stood there and watched in horror as the large spinning generator slowly fell apart, while still going at it's top speed of 190 m.p.h. "GREG! THE DAMNED THING IS GOING TO TAKE THIS PLACE SKY HIGH!!!" Greg ran as fast as he could to the small blast pit next to the cage, and the doors bolted on the blast pit. Greg was locked out...
The scientists inside just stared at him as to say 'Your times up,' or 'Everyman for himself'. Greg started screaming and banging on the door. "LET ME IN YOU FUCKERS! OH SHIT! OH SHIT!!!" He looked back for the very last time as he saw the generator rotors detach and fly off the hooks right into the blast pit. He ran in absolute horror of his own death. Everybody in the blast pit were dead. All of the scientists were gone except for him.
The large generator was thrashed, and it was on fire. The young scientist just waited for it to explode. Greg knew it was coming. It wasn't avoidable. "Gina, I'll miss you!" Greg thought about his fiancé for the last time. A massive blinding green flash filled his memories, followed by a large green explosion that quickly ended his life. Everything in a half-mile radius was gone. Nothing lived. Another Death Valley was slammed into an Arizona Desert.
Black Mesa Research Center was demolished. The governments plan wasn't finished though. The moment the explosion hit the news the very same man from the presidents speech was back. A news reporter introduced the man. "Everybody, please welcome Dr. Calloway." The man walked onto screen as everybody in America awaited his news. "Yesterday, January 6th, Black Mesa Research Center was demolished by a group of terrorists. Nobody was harmed in the terrible attack on our research center."
"Although many people were terrified, they are all getting paid vacations. For the BMRC itself, well the work on it will not be continued. We haven't found anything in the last month that we needed to find in a week. All of NASA's funding towards the project was cut. That is all." The man stepped out of the screen, and the lens focused back on the reporter. "For more information on BMRC, go to NASA's homepage. In other news, the Cuban boy was returned..." News about Black Mesa was over, something people tried to ignore.
July 20th, 1999.
It wasn't over though. The moment the man spoke of the terrorist attack on BMRC, a new building was already under construction. In Black Mesa, New Mexico, a new facility was being built, but it's circumstances were very different. A new name, a new occupation, and a more realistic location. Black Mesa Research Facility, was to be known as an abandoned Missile Facility, which took place in Black Mesa itself. By May the building was completed...
It was alot bigger than the original BMRC, and was alot more secure. The massive base was many floors below ground. The above ground section looked like an abandoned Missile Base, with tons of disabled bombs for show. Also another Tram System was above ground. The base was in a large crevice, also next to a very large cliff. The base had many levels of security. Even though the terrorist attack was a cover-up, the management thought there shouldn't even be a risk.
Black Mesa was fully operational again. The completion of the second base was full-proof. The administrator from NASA was there to see all of the compilation of experiments and discoveries. A much more stable sample was acquired. And a much more powerful generator was created. BMRF wasn't going to make the same mistake as it's predecessor. Management was completely regulated. So was security. Black Mesa was so secure, that if anything every went wrong, the government was allowed to put it into lockdown. And to silence the scientists...
That day, the same experiment was to be scheduled, and attempted. Gordon Freeman, an average scientist, is going to wake up to one very bad day. The world would awake to find their hands in a single scientist.
Authors Note: Very little action, but it is only the prologue. I am going to start working on the actual story now, so don't stop reading yet. Another thing, Greg is a new character, and he wasn't famous, so don't think he is going to be mentioned again in this story, he was sort of a space filler. Next Chapter: Gordan will wake up late and arrive to work as if it were any other day...