Determination song: The Island (Dawn) – Pendulum. It's got a helluva beat and it's late but whatever I'm going to power through this chapter. Remember how I promised this would be long? I think it is has the possibility of either being really long or really short, but my money is on the long side.
Unless I get sleepy. It is pretty late.
Also, you guys are damn lucky with these updates! Three in a week! I'm never this productive! XD I'm also never this sick so hmm… Enjoy! Reviews are really appreciated!
The boys stared dumbfounded as this mechanism lifted the heavy cube dangerously close to their heads, yet neither could close their mouth enough to protest. She would've portal'ed it somewhere else, just to really show off, but she was unfamiliar with the terrain and didn't know what would happen. Staying on the safe side, she would rather teeter her cube frightfully close to the gaping boys.
She let down the cube, and Sam made a motion to test the weight once more in the cube. Still solid, still heavy.
"How did that do that? That gun, what does it do?" Not really in the mood to answer their questions, but still feeling a little cocky from her parlor trick, she lifted the cube once more and started walking towards the Impala. Dean, nervous about the kind of damage the portal gun could deal to his baby, followed her. Guessing it was time to go, Same did too. As she led the way, effortlessly levitating the companion cube as she went, the brothers took this opportunity to check out her strange boots.
They had no real heel, as normal shoes might go, but there was a piece of black material that was jutting from the back. As she walked, it moved easily, absorbing her weight and made a more metallic clicking noise than said normal heals would. Looking past that, she seemed to be walking on a platform, and the general consensus from women was that walking in high heels all day was painful, yet here this girl is strutting around in heelless boots on a thick platform. They must have some more sinister purpose than just to look fashionable. Remembering the bloodied handprint and fleshy-similar supports, fashion didn't seem to be the idea behind Aperture.
Setting down the cube by the trunk of the car, Dean approaches and unlocks it. This girl has no where else to go, plus she will prove to be useful so he takes her bold act of simply approaching the worshipped car. Using the device to lower the cube in, she moves to the back doors of the car and waits to be granted permission to enter.
She has nowhere else to go, Chell figures she can take on a few dumbfounded guys if she really had to, but there was a naggy voice of reason in the back of her mind. Just because time has passed and she didn't know anyone doesn't mean that good people are gone. These guys may not be 'good' but they likely won't intend to harm her.
As Sam comes up beside her on the passenger side, he waves her in the car. She smiles in response and sits with knees pointing as close to the door as possible, weighing escape routes in her mind.
It may seem like paranoia, but after testing, paranoia and carefulness is what likely saved her life, not to mention quick thinking.
Dean finishes packing away the cube, which just barely fits in the car that already has to serve as an armory and enters to the driver's seat.
They begin the drive in thankful silence, and it continues as such for a while, but Chell doesn't know how far away civilization is, so she figures conversation inevitable. Luckily for her, it is another stretch of rushing gold before Sam speaks first.
" So, um, what is that gun you've got? Does it only, er, lift heavy things?" The portal device was sitting on her lap and she clenched her grip on it. The silence lingered as Sam waited for an answer, his head leaning left on the headrest and watching her in the rear view mirror. Chell just focused her eyes at the landscape. They really did not want to know anything they were asking.
"Is there any place you would like to go?"
Yes! Far from you and your questions. You may not understand the gun, but you don't want to know!
It was understandable to have questions, but Chell did not feel up to answering anything, or even getting back in the hang of speaking in front of these men. She missed people, yes, just not the nosy ones.
At the second unanswered question, Sam figured she just may not be comfortable enough around them. After all, how she came to possess such things must not be a pleasant story.
They drive on, and from her peripheral Chell catches Dean glancing at her in the mirror, to which she responded with a less than attractive facial expression. Dean backed off and the last stretch of drive was uneventful.
When they came to the city limits, Chell did her best to look unimpressed. If they knew how far gone she really was, they would probably insist in helping her and that was not okay. Chell could survive anything, she certainly didn't need gaping boys to help. At the city limits, Dean parks and turns to her.
"Please, do you have anything you can tell us? Just a name? Anything?" Well if she maybe was going to help them later she certainly wasn't going to now. The man spoke in a rushed and frustrated fashion that Chell found disconcerting. She glared one last time and got out of the car, not noticing the spring that came forth from under Sam's seat when her own spring caught on it.
No one is around, so she jogs forward and into the nearest alley. She slips off her boots and sets the portal gun nearby. Removing her obvious jumpsuit, she is left in her old shorts that were worn under it, along with her two tank tops. Uncertain of the reputation of Aperture in this town, she removed her outer tank and flipped it inside out, hiding the logo. Using her jumpsuit, she knotted the legs and arms to make a sort of pack, which she then placed the portal device inside, hiding it.
Here was Chell, free at last, all dressed up and nowhere to go.
She put her boots on once more, the worst they could be interpreted as would be an eccentric fashion.
She made her way back onto the main street, and from the corner of her eye seeing that the car was still there, Sam and Dean still inside, but looking at something. At least they didn't see what she looked like without the blaze orange. Her fashion may have been eccentric, especially for this Michigan town, but at least she didn't stick out like a sore thumb.
As she walked down main street, more and more people came into view. How was she supposed to blend back into this? These were normal people, ignorant to what was happening not an hour away! Chell got goosebumps as she thought back to the chambers. She could not stay here, this was too close to what remained. But how was she going to get out? Worst comes to worst she tells those men what they need to hear in exchange for a ride to a larger city, or some money to possibly take a bus or train.
On the final corner of Main is a small diner and bakery, with various pies and tortes in the window. Suddenly realizing she's starving, she presses her way inside. It smells heavenly! It has been so long since she has tastes food, real actual food. She was promised cake, but she was the cake and that was not okay. Nevertheless, her eyes were still drawn to the fluffy vision in pink on the glass case. She approached the counter and simply stared, stomach grumbling. Of all the first meals she should be eating to come down off of adrenal vapors, it should probably not be cake.
"Um, hello?" Chell isn't roused, she stares on.
"Can I help you?" The clerk was a young man, no older than 20 with lazy and passive eyes. Chell opened her mouth to order, but realized she couldn't she shut her mouth and frowned.
"Are you okay?" He gave her a once-over and when his eyes reached hers, she did her best to be flirtatious. She looked up from under her lashed and patted her throat and shook her head. Realization dawned on the boy that she couldn't actually talk. His face softened.
"Oh, um, I'm sorry. You wanna slice'a that? It's on the house." He moved to cut her a generous portion, to which Chell smiled and nodded when it was handed to her. He smiles back.
Taking her leave, she makes her way to the bar seats by the window. Placing her cake on the table, she removes her portal-pack onto the barstool next to her. Stomach rumbling, she stabs into the cake and plunges it into her mouth. It is absolutely heavenly! Her eyes roll back in her head a little bit and she smirks. Definitely real.
As she indulges in her dessert, a sleek midnight blue car rolled past, with Dean still in the driver seat. With just a little bit of sugar in her system, her mood improved and she remorsefully looked after it. Perhaps she should have been a little kinder. They gave her no reason to fear them, but she was scared anyway and couldn't help but to be rude. They brought her this far, which was half the journey, and she wished she could've thanked them somehow.
The Impala rounded the corner and disappeared from sight. Out of sight and out of mind, Chell went back to her cake.
Le gasp! She forgot the Companion Cube! 2) I know it couldn't fit in the trunk but whateevvvss 3) Where are Sam and Dean going?! 4) When will they catch up with Chell?
Well, all shall be revealed (except 1 and 2) in the next chapter, which I'm excited to write. Maybe I will do it tomorrow, it should be good. Also, she starts speaking next chapter, and then turns into a chatty cathy the rest of the story.
Also, I really would like your input on Castiel. Since I've got such a lovely group of you lovely readers, it is up to you if you want to see him, and I will try to work him in. Reviews are love~