-- Thanks for all of the positive reviews! Here's the 4th chapter. I plan
on ending the story within the next 3-4 chapters, but that might be
extended. It all depends. Anyways, here's another segment of Half-Life:
Gordon's Dead! --
Chapter Four: Dark They Were, and Golden-Eyed.
English Version
Wednesday – Day Three
Gordon slowly sat up. He kept his eyes closed because he could still remember the pain from...yesterday? It must have been yesterday. Carefully, Gordon peeked through one eye, then the other. He could vividly remember dying, but here he was, fine. Except for some bruises, he was relatively healthy. Gordon looked around his new quarters. It was sparsely furnished, and had a stone floor. The walls were painted black.
In one corner, there was a low table. Next to it was a stool. Hanging above Gordon was a naked light bulb. It gave off a dim light. There were cobwebs in ceiling corners. Gingerly, Gordon stepped to his feet. To his left, there was one door. He walked to it, and tried to turn the handle. It was locked, of course.
Now what would he do? Gordon slowly walked over to the table, and noticed that there were a few sheets of paper on them. A pen lay next to them. Gordon sat down, and began to doodle. He had never been much of an artist, but he created a pretty acute drawing of the G-Man with his insides on the out.
Almost as soon as he finished the drawing, Gordon doubled over in pain. He was feeling the worst pain ever inside of his head!
[Naughty, naughty, Gordon. You should know better than to draw something like this. Didn't your mother ever teach you good manners for your hosts?] It was the G-Man, of course. His cold voice actually sounded humored by Gordon's drawing.
"Get...out of....my....head!" Gordon managed to say through gritted teeth. The pain was still there, but not quite as strong.
[You know, Gordon, you're quite an artist. I just felt like complimenting you one more time before hell breaks loose.] Gordon knew what that meant.
"Today?"
[Yes, Gordon, today.] The pain began to subside.
"What if I don't cooperate?" As the words left his mouth, the pain simultaneously intensified. It was as if someone, namely the G-Man, had ripped off Gordon's skull, stabbed his brain with a red-hot fire poker, squeezed lemon juice on the wound, and finally pours salt on the mess. In other words, it hurt like hell. Gordon screamed and fell backwards, writhing on the ground as he raked his fingers at his skull.
[Is that enough to convince you?]
The pain was gone, but the memory wasn't. "Yes." Gordon winced at the thought of the feeling, and slowly got to his feet. The stool had fallen over, so Gordon picked that up, too.
[Good. Now, I'm going to unlock the door in one minute. You will walk through it, and then stop. Understood?]
"Fine, whatever. Just go away." Gordon got up and walked to the door. After he was there for about a minute, Gordon heard the click of a tumbler unlocking. Cautiously, Gordon opened the door a little bit and peeked out.
[For God's sake, Gordon, you need to trust me.]
"Why should I?"
[So I can surprise you easier.] Gordon pushed the door open all the way and stepped forward. The door slammed shut behind him, causing bits of plaster to rain on him from the ceiling. Gordon looked down the hall to his left, and then to his right. The hallway seemed to go on forever.
[Perhaps it does, Mr. Freeman, perhaps it does. Do you care to find out?] Thinking this was an invitation to escape, Gordon began to run to his left. After five minutes of running, he realized he was back to the same plaster-covered area as before.
"Interesting trick you have there. How long did it take for you to think that one up?"
[If you're done, it's time to depart.]
"Where to?"
[Your destiny. Otherwise known as your fate.]
"Back to earth?"
[Yes, Gordon. The invasion begins today.] Gordon didn't even have time to say some smart-ass comeback. He disappeared suddenly, and reappeared just as suddenly, back on earth. He was in the same city he was in before, and the same street he was on when the G-Man first abducted him. In fact, he was in the exact same place.
"I'll bet you think you're clever, don't you?"
[Walk, Mr. Freeman. Walk down to the intersection of 70th and Maple Street.] Gordon did as commanded. Unbeknownst to Gordon, today Hell will collide with the world.
"OK, I'm here. Now what?" People stared at Gordon as they walked by. After all, he was apparently talking to himself.
[Wait.]
So Gordon waited. After fifteen minutes of waiting, a ship landed in the middle of the road. Actually, it crashed. The crash sent flames, stone, dust, and metal into the air. Smoke began to pour out of the wreckage. The explosion caused by the crash killed ten people, and injured many more. Just the wreckage caused havoc, and the day was just beginning. Out came the troops of Zoc't'vicians, hundreds of them. They all stood in a formation, waiting for the orders. They had very dark green skin, almost black. They stood roughly 7 feet tall, with large, yellowish eyes and too many limbs. In every appendage they held some sort of evil-looking weapon.
Finally a hulking monster, even compared to the other soldiers, lumbered out. He carried an incredibly large gun propped on one shoulder, and used both legs and two arms to walk. The commander, as Gordon assumed he was, barked a few orders in a foreign language he had heard used yesterday to the soldiers. The moment this orders were given, all hell broke loose. Every one of the aliens ran in different directions, killing everything that moved, and shooting most things that didn't.
Gordon was completely dumbfounded. What could he do? How could he help?
[You can't Mr. Freeman. The most you can do is wait for the day to end. Or board the Zoc't'vician ship and wait to be transported back to their planet for another day of torturing. That works too.]
Gordon watched a short battle between an alien and a man with an AK- 47. After losing both arms, the man lost. Gordon couldn't believe it. The human race had really come to an end. Glumly, Gordon walked to the ship, and waited for the next day to come.
-- OK, how's that? I know it's not as long as the last 2 chapters, but I'm not feeling too good right now, and I just wanted to update the story so people wouldn't forget about it. Maybe once I feel better, I'll fix it. Yeah. That sounds good. Anyways, sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been busy. I went to my state's science fair and placed 6th. Ok, enough of that. Until next time, -Hydraulic Cheese --
Chapter Four: Dark They Were, and Golden-Eyed.
English Version
Wednesday – Day Three
Gordon slowly sat up. He kept his eyes closed because he could still remember the pain from...yesterday? It must have been yesterday. Carefully, Gordon peeked through one eye, then the other. He could vividly remember dying, but here he was, fine. Except for some bruises, he was relatively healthy. Gordon looked around his new quarters. It was sparsely furnished, and had a stone floor. The walls were painted black.
In one corner, there was a low table. Next to it was a stool. Hanging above Gordon was a naked light bulb. It gave off a dim light. There were cobwebs in ceiling corners. Gingerly, Gordon stepped to his feet. To his left, there was one door. He walked to it, and tried to turn the handle. It was locked, of course.
Now what would he do? Gordon slowly walked over to the table, and noticed that there were a few sheets of paper on them. A pen lay next to them. Gordon sat down, and began to doodle. He had never been much of an artist, but he created a pretty acute drawing of the G-Man with his insides on the out.
Almost as soon as he finished the drawing, Gordon doubled over in pain. He was feeling the worst pain ever inside of his head!
[Naughty, naughty, Gordon. You should know better than to draw something like this. Didn't your mother ever teach you good manners for your hosts?] It was the G-Man, of course. His cold voice actually sounded humored by Gordon's drawing.
"Get...out of....my....head!" Gordon managed to say through gritted teeth. The pain was still there, but not quite as strong.
[You know, Gordon, you're quite an artist. I just felt like complimenting you one more time before hell breaks loose.] Gordon knew what that meant.
"Today?"
[Yes, Gordon, today.] The pain began to subside.
"What if I don't cooperate?" As the words left his mouth, the pain simultaneously intensified. It was as if someone, namely the G-Man, had ripped off Gordon's skull, stabbed his brain with a red-hot fire poker, squeezed lemon juice on the wound, and finally pours salt on the mess. In other words, it hurt like hell. Gordon screamed and fell backwards, writhing on the ground as he raked his fingers at his skull.
[Is that enough to convince you?]
The pain was gone, but the memory wasn't. "Yes." Gordon winced at the thought of the feeling, and slowly got to his feet. The stool had fallen over, so Gordon picked that up, too.
[Good. Now, I'm going to unlock the door in one minute. You will walk through it, and then stop. Understood?]
"Fine, whatever. Just go away." Gordon got up and walked to the door. After he was there for about a minute, Gordon heard the click of a tumbler unlocking. Cautiously, Gordon opened the door a little bit and peeked out.
[For God's sake, Gordon, you need to trust me.]
"Why should I?"
[So I can surprise you easier.] Gordon pushed the door open all the way and stepped forward. The door slammed shut behind him, causing bits of plaster to rain on him from the ceiling. Gordon looked down the hall to his left, and then to his right. The hallway seemed to go on forever.
[Perhaps it does, Mr. Freeman, perhaps it does. Do you care to find out?] Thinking this was an invitation to escape, Gordon began to run to his left. After five minutes of running, he realized he was back to the same plaster-covered area as before.
"Interesting trick you have there. How long did it take for you to think that one up?"
[If you're done, it's time to depart.]
"Where to?"
[Your destiny. Otherwise known as your fate.]
"Back to earth?"
[Yes, Gordon. The invasion begins today.] Gordon didn't even have time to say some smart-ass comeback. He disappeared suddenly, and reappeared just as suddenly, back on earth. He was in the same city he was in before, and the same street he was on when the G-Man first abducted him. In fact, he was in the exact same place.
"I'll bet you think you're clever, don't you?"
[Walk, Mr. Freeman. Walk down to the intersection of 70th and Maple Street.] Gordon did as commanded. Unbeknownst to Gordon, today Hell will collide with the world.
"OK, I'm here. Now what?" People stared at Gordon as they walked by. After all, he was apparently talking to himself.
[Wait.]
So Gordon waited. After fifteen minutes of waiting, a ship landed in the middle of the road. Actually, it crashed. The crash sent flames, stone, dust, and metal into the air. Smoke began to pour out of the wreckage. The explosion caused by the crash killed ten people, and injured many more. Just the wreckage caused havoc, and the day was just beginning. Out came the troops of Zoc't'vicians, hundreds of them. They all stood in a formation, waiting for the orders. They had very dark green skin, almost black. They stood roughly 7 feet tall, with large, yellowish eyes and too many limbs. In every appendage they held some sort of evil-looking weapon.
Finally a hulking monster, even compared to the other soldiers, lumbered out. He carried an incredibly large gun propped on one shoulder, and used both legs and two arms to walk. The commander, as Gordon assumed he was, barked a few orders in a foreign language he had heard used yesterday to the soldiers. The moment this orders were given, all hell broke loose. Every one of the aliens ran in different directions, killing everything that moved, and shooting most things that didn't.
Gordon was completely dumbfounded. What could he do? How could he help?
[You can't Mr. Freeman. The most you can do is wait for the day to end. Or board the Zoc't'vician ship and wait to be transported back to their planet for another day of torturing. That works too.]
Gordon watched a short battle between an alien and a man with an AK- 47. After losing both arms, the man lost. Gordon couldn't believe it. The human race had really come to an end. Glumly, Gordon walked to the ship, and waited for the next day to come.
-- OK, how's that? I know it's not as long as the last 2 chapters, but I'm not feeling too good right now, and I just wanted to update the story so people wouldn't forget about it. Maybe once I feel better, I'll fix it. Yeah. That sounds good. Anyways, sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been busy. I went to my state's science fair and placed 6th. Ok, enough of that. Until next time, -Hydraulic Cheese --