After thinking about the complexity of how the conversations between Gordon
and the G-Man would look, I've decided to put tags around the thoughts,
just so that you can tell what's happening. Enjoy!
Chapter Two: Apocalypse Now
English Version
Monday – Day One
Walking down the sidewalk to the institution, Gordon almost felt normal. Almost. He had almost gotten used to the feeling of occupying the same body that the G-Man was, with him watching Gordon's every move. Almost. Not to mention, he had almost forgotten the G-Man could read his every thought. Almost.
Mmm-hmm, Mr. Freeman, I suggest you get used to those feelings. I'll be in here until the day you die. Gordon could almost feel the G-Man's sneer. Almost.
I'll find some way to get you out of here! Gordon thought, while he tried to concentrate on the sidewalk and not on G-Man's snide and depressing comments.
Snide and depressing? Well, well, well, Mr. Freeman, you have a bigger vocabulary then I thought. Oh, you know what? I think I'll warn this professional-looking businessman walking by. He looks like he could use the truth. Don't you feel the same way, Mr. Freeman?
Gordon didn't answer.
You know, Mr. Freeman, it's impolite to ignore someone. Will you tell the man yourself about the coming apocalypse and the downfall of humanity?
No, and neither will you! I won't let you do this! Gordon tried not to look at the man, but his eyes were drawn to him for some reason.
All right, then. It seems, Mr. Freeman, that I'll have to tell him myself, won't I? Hmm, it seems like I'll need you body to do that. Go into your hiding place, Gordon. I can call you Gordon, can't I? Seeing as I'm in your body, I should be able to be more...personal. Don't you agree?
Gordon was about to run as far from the man as he could, but suddenly he lost control. He could still see, yes, but he couldn't move his eyes. He couldn't shut his mouth from the coming conversation.
"Nice day to die, isn't it, sir?" G-Man – In – Gordon said to the businessman.
"Err, yes, I suppose so. By saying, "die", what are you inferring?" The man looked uncomfortable by this sudden conversation-starter.
"The apocalypse. The death of every human on earth. You'll all be dying this week."
"Is there any, um, way to protect ourselves?"
"No, you'll just all be shot and killed. Or turned into slaves to colonize this world so it suits the Zoc't'vicians. You'll probably end up living an extra two to three weeks before you die of exhaustion. Or maybe torture. They could torture you to death, or dissect you. Who knows, but either way, you'll end up dying."
"Ok, well, I need to get to work. Bye, now." Without another word, the man jogged away. About twenty feet away, the man's briefcase popped open, and three CDs in cases fell out. The man grabbed the first two he found, and ran off without the other one.
That went well, don't you think, Gordon? He'll probably tell his friends about the crazed madman who talked about the death of every human.
I hate you.
Gordon, Mr. Freeman, Dr. Freeman, if you think about it, you're the one who appears to be doing this. You'll be arrested, and then I'll really have some fun.
What are you talking about?
Oh, nothing. I just love how I can read your mind, but you can't read mine. With that, the G-Man continued walking down the street to the institute. When he passed by the CD, he bent down and picked it up.
I might have a use for this, Gordon. We'll have a look-see later on.
Just shut up.
How about you shut up, and I go down to the institute and "harass" some people about their death day? Chuckling, he continued walking.
Fifteen minutes later, they were at the Philotic Research Institute, and the G-Man had walked up to the clerk.
"Hello, and welcome to PRI. How may I help you?" The clerk, a blond in her mid-twenties asked, smiling the whole time.
"Well, beautiful, you can start by giving me your number. We'll trade." G-Man – In – Gordon smirked.
"Eugh, you're like 50 or something. Forget it. What do you want, creep?"
"All right, fine, can I at least talk to you about the apocalypse coming that will doom you along with the rest of your pitiful society?" G- Man – In – Gordon stared into the clerk's eyes, seriously, but also cruelly.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Either you leave, or I'll be forced to call the cops." The clerk was looking slightly frightened by "Gordon's" face and voice.
"Oh, you'll call the cops? On what cause? Speaking the TRUTH?!?" G- Man yelled the last word so loud that everyone in the room turned to stare at him.
Please, just turn and walk away. Don't do this to me. Please, please, please. Gordon was so upset he was actually trying to beg with the G-Man, a cruel, heartless being that couldn't even be considered human.
Oh, don't worry, Gordon, my old friend, it will get WAY worse than this. This is only the beginning of your new, personal Hell. You'll be wishing you were dead right up until the day you die. Oh, yes, you'll be begging for me to kill you. But I won't. And do you know why, Mr. Freeman, Gordon?
Because you want me to hate myself, my life, and this world.
Close. Because I want you to RELISH dying, along with the rest of humanity dying. I'll make sure that you go last. I'll make sure you watch each and every human die before the mighty Zoc't'vicians. That is why I won't kill you.
"Go ahead, babe, call the police. I dare you. Do it. Dial 9-1-1. You don't have the guts. DO IT!!!" G-Man's eye's widened, and the girl stepped back, holding the desk's phone. She dialed the number, and brought the phone to her ear.
"Hello, 911? This is Pamela O'Mackey. I'm reporting a..." The girl's voice seemed to drift off as the G-Man began to talk to Gordon again.
Well, Gordon, now that you're going to jail, the real fun will begin. Will you help me spread the word, or will I still need to do it myself?
Fine, I'll help you. Gordon could almost feel the G-Man's surprise. Almost. Or maybe he had imagined it.
Yes, Gordon, you just imagined it. I hope you realize that I will still be watching, and if you stop for even one minute; if I feel one weak thought, I'm taking over. Got it?
OK, yes, I get it. Just give me control now. Moments later, Gordon felt power surge throughout his spirit. He flexed his fingers and blinked rapidly. All the while, the clerk was on the phone, and watching Gordon like a hawk.
Maybe this was his chance. Maybe he could run, and the G-Man wouldn't have a chance to react.
That's it, Gordon. I gave you a chance, and you blew it. I'm taking control back.
Wait! Gordon's mind raced. I didn't mean to think that! It just...came. I'm still human, you know. That doesn't mean I have to listen to the urges.
Fine. But, you're on thin ice now, Mr. Freeman.
"So, how about that phone number now, sweet thing?" Gordon grinned a scary grin, and leaned real close to her. Oh well, he thought. Since I'm already going to jail, might as well make the most of it.
"Get away from me, you perv!" To Gordon's surprise, she pulled out some mace and sprayed him in the eyes.
"OWWW!!! OH MY GOD! ARRRGH!!!" Gordon dropped to the ground, hand covering his eyes, and began to roll around. He tried rubbing his eyes fiercly, but it didn't help.
God! Help me! Gordon literally screamed inside of his mind for the G-Man's help.
I don't think I will, Mr. Freeman. I enjoy watching, no, feeling you suffer. Gordon couldn't answer. He was too busy sobbing and trying to clean his eyes. Don't worry, Mr. Freeman. The authorities will be here soon, and then the pain will be worse than you could imagine.
Although he didn't plan on saying it, he just began to scream what the G-Man had originally told him to say...
"The apocalypse is coming! You're all going to die! None of you will survive! Prepare for your doom! Everyone will fall beneath the Zoc't'vicians!!! Prepare for the apocalypse! It's the apocalypse! Apocalypse now!!!"
All right, that's it for chapter two. What do you think? I'll work on the next chapter tomorrow! -Hydraulic Cheese
Chapter Two: Apocalypse Now
English Version
Monday – Day One
Walking down the sidewalk to the institution, Gordon almost felt normal. Almost. He had almost gotten used to the feeling of occupying the same body that the G-Man was, with him watching Gordon's every move. Almost. Not to mention, he had almost forgotten the G-Man could read his every thought. Almost.
Mmm-hmm, Mr. Freeman, I suggest you get used to those feelings. I'll be in here until the day you die. Gordon could almost feel the G-Man's sneer. Almost.
I'll find some way to get you out of here! Gordon thought, while he tried to concentrate on the sidewalk and not on G-Man's snide and depressing comments.
Snide and depressing? Well, well, well, Mr. Freeman, you have a bigger vocabulary then I thought. Oh, you know what? I think I'll warn this professional-looking businessman walking by. He looks like he could use the truth. Don't you feel the same way, Mr. Freeman?
Gordon didn't answer.
You know, Mr. Freeman, it's impolite to ignore someone. Will you tell the man yourself about the coming apocalypse and the downfall of humanity?
No, and neither will you! I won't let you do this! Gordon tried not to look at the man, but his eyes were drawn to him for some reason.
All right, then. It seems, Mr. Freeman, that I'll have to tell him myself, won't I? Hmm, it seems like I'll need you body to do that. Go into your hiding place, Gordon. I can call you Gordon, can't I? Seeing as I'm in your body, I should be able to be more...personal. Don't you agree?
Gordon was about to run as far from the man as he could, but suddenly he lost control. He could still see, yes, but he couldn't move his eyes. He couldn't shut his mouth from the coming conversation.
"Nice day to die, isn't it, sir?" G-Man – In – Gordon said to the businessman.
"Err, yes, I suppose so. By saying, "die", what are you inferring?" The man looked uncomfortable by this sudden conversation-starter.
"The apocalypse. The death of every human on earth. You'll all be dying this week."
"Is there any, um, way to protect ourselves?"
"No, you'll just all be shot and killed. Or turned into slaves to colonize this world so it suits the Zoc't'vicians. You'll probably end up living an extra two to three weeks before you die of exhaustion. Or maybe torture. They could torture you to death, or dissect you. Who knows, but either way, you'll end up dying."
"Ok, well, I need to get to work. Bye, now." Without another word, the man jogged away. About twenty feet away, the man's briefcase popped open, and three CDs in cases fell out. The man grabbed the first two he found, and ran off without the other one.
That went well, don't you think, Gordon? He'll probably tell his friends about the crazed madman who talked about the death of every human.
I hate you.
Gordon, Mr. Freeman, Dr. Freeman, if you think about it, you're the one who appears to be doing this. You'll be arrested, and then I'll really have some fun.
What are you talking about?
Oh, nothing. I just love how I can read your mind, but you can't read mine. With that, the G-Man continued walking down the street to the institute. When he passed by the CD, he bent down and picked it up.
I might have a use for this, Gordon. We'll have a look-see later on.
Just shut up.
How about you shut up, and I go down to the institute and "harass" some people about their death day? Chuckling, he continued walking.
Fifteen minutes later, they were at the Philotic Research Institute, and the G-Man had walked up to the clerk.
"Hello, and welcome to PRI. How may I help you?" The clerk, a blond in her mid-twenties asked, smiling the whole time.
"Well, beautiful, you can start by giving me your number. We'll trade." G-Man – In – Gordon smirked.
"Eugh, you're like 50 or something. Forget it. What do you want, creep?"
"All right, fine, can I at least talk to you about the apocalypse coming that will doom you along with the rest of your pitiful society?" G- Man – In – Gordon stared into the clerk's eyes, seriously, but also cruelly.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Either you leave, or I'll be forced to call the cops." The clerk was looking slightly frightened by "Gordon's" face and voice.
"Oh, you'll call the cops? On what cause? Speaking the TRUTH?!?" G- Man yelled the last word so loud that everyone in the room turned to stare at him.
Please, just turn and walk away. Don't do this to me. Please, please, please. Gordon was so upset he was actually trying to beg with the G-Man, a cruel, heartless being that couldn't even be considered human.
Oh, don't worry, Gordon, my old friend, it will get WAY worse than this. This is only the beginning of your new, personal Hell. You'll be wishing you were dead right up until the day you die. Oh, yes, you'll be begging for me to kill you. But I won't. And do you know why, Mr. Freeman, Gordon?
Because you want me to hate myself, my life, and this world.
Close. Because I want you to RELISH dying, along with the rest of humanity dying. I'll make sure that you go last. I'll make sure you watch each and every human die before the mighty Zoc't'vicians. That is why I won't kill you.
"Go ahead, babe, call the police. I dare you. Do it. Dial 9-1-1. You don't have the guts. DO IT!!!" G-Man's eye's widened, and the girl stepped back, holding the desk's phone. She dialed the number, and brought the phone to her ear.
"Hello, 911? This is Pamela O'Mackey. I'm reporting a..." The girl's voice seemed to drift off as the G-Man began to talk to Gordon again.
Well, Gordon, now that you're going to jail, the real fun will begin. Will you help me spread the word, or will I still need to do it myself?
Fine, I'll help you. Gordon could almost feel the G-Man's surprise. Almost. Or maybe he had imagined it.
Yes, Gordon, you just imagined it. I hope you realize that I will still be watching, and if you stop for even one minute; if I feel one weak thought, I'm taking over. Got it?
OK, yes, I get it. Just give me control now. Moments later, Gordon felt power surge throughout his spirit. He flexed his fingers and blinked rapidly. All the while, the clerk was on the phone, and watching Gordon like a hawk.
Maybe this was his chance. Maybe he could run, and the G-Man wouldn't have a chance to react.
That's it, Gordon. I gave you a chance, and you blew it. I'm taking control back.
Wait! Gordon's mind raced. I didn't mean to think that! It just...came. I'm still human, you know. That doesn't mean I have to listen to the urges.
Fine. But, you're on thin ice now, Mr. Freeman.
"So, how about that phone number now, sweet thing?" Gordon grinned a scary grin, and leaned real close to her. Oh well, he thought. Since I'm already going to jail, might as well make the most of it.
"Get away from me, you perv!" To Gordon's surprise, she pulled out some mace and sprayed him in the eyes.
"OWWW!!! OH MY GOD! ARRRGH!!!" Gordon dropped to the ground, hand covering his eyes, and began to roll around. He tried rubbing his eyes fiercly, but it didn't help.
God! Help me! Gordon literally screamed inside of his mind for the G-Man's help.
I don't think I will, Mr. Freeman. I enjoy watching, no, feeling you suffer. Gordon couldn't answer. He was too busy sobbing and trying to clean his eyes. Don't worry, Mr. Freeman. The authorities will be here soon, and then the pain will be worse than you could imagine.
Although he didn't plan on saying it, he just began to scream what the G-Man had originally told him to say...
"The apocalypse is coming! You're all going to die! None of you will survive! Prepare for your doom! Everyone will fall beneath the Zoc't'vicians!!! Prepare for the apocalypse! It's the apocalypse! Apocalypse now!!!"
All right, that's it for chapter two. What do you think? I'll work on the next chapter tomorrow! -Hydraulic Cheese