Chapter 2:

Authors Note:

Thank you so much for the support! It gave me the little kick in the butt to get this chapter out. Exams are coming up soon (my first one is on Thursday, yikes!) and I am busy studying, but I will try to put out a few chapters every once in a while. Maybe not as long, but still chapters.

Please, keep up the reviews. They really do push the writer to do more.

Without further ado, I do not own Portal 2 or any of the characters, but here is chapter two!

My dreams that night were weird. I felt as though they lasted years more than hours. The dreams constantly changed, one minute happy, one minute scary. Nightmares. The last dream I remember was scary. These things with bright red faces and white scars on their faces flew into my vision and startled me awake to the hotel room where Wheatley lay beside me.

I slid my legs out of the blanket, yawning as I stretched my hands above my head and made my way to the bathroom. I brushed out my long black hair, then pulled it back into its regular ponytail. Grabbing the toothpaste and toothbrush, I scrubbed my teeth clean and spit out the paste, cleaning the brush and placing it back in the drawer.

Wheatley wasn't awake yet. The young male slept peacefully in the bed, though now he had taken up the entire thing instead of just his side. I debated slipping back into bed from how tired I was, but thought against it. The more I slept, the more tired I would be for the future when I wasn't able to sleep for days. I'd miss the comfort of the bed far too much. This room is a luxury, a vacation. It wasn't home.

The phones message system was blinking. Weird, I thought I would have woken to a phone call… Pushing the voicemail button, I wasn't surprised to hear GlaDOS' voice on the other side. What I was surprised to hear, however, was the fear and anger in her voice.

"Where are you, Chell?" she huffed, obviously running around, unable to catch her breath. "This is all your fault you stupid little bi-"

The voicemail cut off with a scream from the woman. I figured I could place in the blank ending. Bitch.

There was one window in the hotel styled room. I walked over to it and drew the blinds, looking out to see Aperture Laboratories in ruins. Companion cubes were everywhere, scattered and broken. Turrets blinked red "eye-balls" over at me, clicking the shoot button in their systems, but no bullets came out. Eventually, the working turrets gave out and became like the rest: silent. Dead silent.

I quickly jumped on the bed, shoving Wheatley in a rush to wake him up. The man grumbled, pushing me away and spoke into his pillow. "I need my beauty sleep…"

I glared, shoving him more, then pulling on his ear and lifting his head off the bed. Wheatley yelped, sitting up and grabbing his ear. "What'd you do that for?!"

I pulled his ear again, rushing him over to the window so he could look. Wheatley became silent. At first I thought he was upset, but then I noticed the smile curling his pink lips. I nudged him, giving a confused look.

"We're free then, aren't we? No more testing?" he asked, still smiling at the sight.

I shrugged at first. Maybe we were. Maybe I was seeing the downside of things. I knew, however, every time that Aperture shuts down, I was in trouble. GlaDOS would blame me even if I had done nothing to destroy her this time.

We had to get out of here. Fast.

I gripped onto Wheatley and pulled him towards the door, throwing it open and rushing down the flights of stairs. I wondered briefly how it was unlocked, but decided that it was locked technologically and it seemed almost everything that took up more energy than needed had shut down.

One of the last working turrets shot at the wall, hitting the dead centre of the first "O" in Laboratories. The turrets last few red rings drained color and its voice rung out "I see youuu…."

"Creepy," Wheatley stated, shivering as he followed down the pathway. "Is it cold in here or is it just me?"

I nodded, pulling up the jumpsuit and throwing on the sleeves, pulling up the zipper.

"Where are we going?" Wheatley asked, catching up to walk beside me.

I sighed. I didn't want to talk about where we were going, mostly because it bothered me to even think about it. The only place that had any answers was going to be GlaDOS' lair itself. There, we could find something to boot up the system again and get us out of here.

"I'll shut up now."

Good.

Looking around, I tried to mark my place in Aperture. It was hard to tell with things all messed up. It seemed like we were headed towards the turret line from the amount of broken down turrets pointing their dying lights at our heads. I tried not to think about if they had any more bullets left in their small robot bodies.

I stopped suddenly, pushing Wheatley back. The metal path ended here, but the turret line started a few feet away. I backed up a little, looking around for anything to help. I had no portal gun, so I was going to have to figure out this puzzle without the help of a portal. The distance was long enough that there was possibility I could make it to the turret line and then maybe find something else to help.

Wheatley seemed confused and anxious. I didn't like that. He was going to start shouting soon.

"Hey, Chell…?"

I braced myself.

"Why did GlaDOS want to be human so bad?" Wheatley kicked a piece of a companion cube around with his toes.

I shrugged, turning back to my puzzle.

"I didn't really want to be human, you know. I was scared of what it would do to me. Being human has been difficult. I experience more. I feel more, I learn more, and I touch more. I feel truly alive…"

I looked at him, confused. Why was he explaining himself?

"When GlaDOS placed me inside this body, I hated it. I couldn't walk, I couldn't do anything. I thought I wouldn't be able to do anything for a long time."

Wheatley rambled on for a while. I didn't know what to think of his random confession.

"Do you think it's bad if I hope to never get this place up and running again?"

I shook my head. Of course Wheatley hated it here. Last time he had betrayed GlaDOS, I had sent him off into space. No one just forgets that.

Wheatley sighed, shaking his head. "It hurt."

Blinking, I refocused on the male.

"When she made me human, it hurt. She took out this piece of myself from the core and melted it down, placing it inside a container and then inside an old test subjects brain. This body was found in the back as well."

I chuckled at his appearance. Somehow, it fit the core. I had always thought he'd have black hair and blue eyes. His blue eyes were stunning, actually. Navy and captivating. His body wasn't bad at all. In fact, he was quite handsome.

"Stop rambling and help me, doofus," I mumbled, smiling to myself. I backed up and ran for the jump barely catching the edge of the turret trail. Wheatley stared, dumbfounded.

"You spoke."

"I'm going to have to more often."

"But you're mute."

"No, I just don't talk. Now hurry up." I held out a hand to catch the fumbling male. I somehow knew he wouldn't make it.

Backing up, Wheatley launched himself forwards, catching onto my hand. I tried to pull him up, but he had slipped from the trail and was only holding onto my hand. I could feel myself falling with him. I crumbled down from my knees to my stomach. A turret off in the distance noticed the motion, turning its bright red eye on, the lazer pointing directly on my life line: my hand on the trail.

It had bullets left.

As metal made contact with the bones in my hand, I screamed, letting go.

We were falling into abyss. What a great way to die.