Chapter 10 - Revenge
Tammy POV - I ran towards the little hut from which they had come, unsure of what was inside. All I knew was that Grace was down there. Alone. Dead. I couldn't leave her there. Blind hatred filled my being. I hated GLaDOS. She would pay for what she did to Grace. I entered the wooden hut to reach, to my immense surprise, a shiny, sterile, white inside of a lift. Quickly, I climbed into it, aware that the man who claimed to be Wheatley was trying to stop me. My mind flashed back to all the plans Wheatley and ...Gr...ace... had made before coming to this place.
"GLaDOS will be on floor -2" I remembered Wheatley saying. I jabbed the button marked '-2' and the doors closed just as 'Wheatley' got to me, blocking him from my revenge. He couldn't stop me now. No one could.
Wheatley POV - The lift doors closed just as I reached her, and I knew there was nothing I could do to save her until the lift rejoined myself and Chell at ground level.
"She'll be ok," Chell tried to reassure me, although she looked worried too.
"Its my fault," I said, my voice full of regret. "I convinced them to help me find you. Its my fault Grace is dead and my fault that Tammy is going to get hurt, maybe even killed as well."
Tammy POV - The lift doors opened onto a giant dome-shaped room with polished grey tiled walls and floor. Then I saw her. Lying, lifeless in the middle of the floor, was her body. Grace. I would never hear her voice again, never see life in her beautiful eyes. All of a sudden, a new wave of grief and anger hit me. I wanted to kill GLaDOS. No. I wanted to destroy GLaDOS.
"Another one come to play?" a voice from above me spoke. It was a female voice, undoubtedly belonging to GLaDOS. I looked up, and a bright yellow light met my gaze. It seemed to belong to a metal head, to act as an eye, but i didn't care about appearances. Ultimately, i wanted her destroyed. I ran forward, trying to get out of range of the long metal arm that snaked from Her metal frame. However, it caught me by the ankle as I ran. Surprisingly quickly, I flipped over and landed flat on my back on the ground. For a few seconds, all air was knocked out of my lungs. As soon as I regained the power to control my breathing, I got back onto my feet. This time, when the arm came, I dodged it, and remained ok. I ran. As fast as I could, round and round the room, trying to build up speed and dodge the arm at the same time. Then, when I was ready, I ran straight towards GLaDOS, and I flung myself upwards towards her metal frame. With my finger tips, I felt a metal rail, and I grabbed onto it, holding on for dear life. As I made a quick evaluation of my surroundings, I discovered that I was hanging from the side of what seemed to be Her neck. I swung myself around, using momentum to position myself on top of her 'neck'. She tried to shake me off, but I remained strong. Then I remembered my pocket-knife. I had brought it with me incase of emergency. Nimbly, I fished the object from my denim jacket pocket and flipped it so that the blade was ready for action. Then I began to cut. Wire after wire, any part of Her that I could get my hands on, I cut. Until there was nothing left. And yet She was still moving. In my absent moment, She threw me to the floor and sent me flying across the room with her almighty arm. I couldn't breath. I couldn't think. In the moments that follow I vaguely remembered seeing GLaDOS's body go limp. She was gone. In the second before I lost my consciousness, I saw Grace. Fear was in her eyes. Fear and worry and pain. But she was gone, and no one could bring her back. No one.
Wheatley POV - Finally the lift returned to the surface and Chell and I rushed inside. I punched the button labeled '-2' and willed the lift to go down faster. After what felt like an hour, we finally reached the correct floor. The sight that met my optics was heart-braking. At least thats how I think humans describe it. Grace was laying, dead, in the middle of the floor. And Tammy. She was limp against the wall, a pool of blood cushioning her head. She was unconscious, and only just alive. I felt like my heart was being torn from my newly formed body. However, one thing relieved me of some of my looming worries. GLaDOS. She was limp. She was in pieces. She was gone.
I rushed over to Tammy and gently picked her up. She was cold, and broken, and beautiful.
"We've got to get her out of here," I called desperately to Chell.
"And leave her?" She replied, indicating to Grace.
"We may have to," I said regretfully.
"No. We can't. Not here. Not with Her." With that, Chell grabbed Grace by her cold, limp arm, and started to drag her to the lift. Chell was struggling, but I had my arms full with Tammy, so I couldn't help her. We reached the lift, and Chell punched the button marked '0'. We started to accend.
"Wheatley?" Tammy murmured vacantly.
"Its ok," I told her gently. "You are going to be ok."