Her shoulders shook as she cryed, endlessly, and she vaguely heard that BITCH of a machine calling out to her, demanding she returned to the testing area. She only sobbed harder, and it seemed as if she was crying years worth of tears, when it all came back. Her parents, the crash, school, being teased, fighting, her foster parents, GLaDOS, Bring your Daughter to Work Day, GLaDOS killing everyone, entering the stasis pod. She started to violently shake, all the memories overwhelming her as she only sobbed harder. She still only vaguely registered a computerized voice, and a rage filled her. She suddenly screamed, her vocal chords seemingly had enough time to recover, "I HATE YOU! YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!" In her chamber, GLaDOS was taken aback. She had no idea what to think of that. She heard the woman, Chell, continue to scream. "I'LL GET YOU! YOU TOOK MY PARENTS, MY FRIENDS, MY LIFE!" GLaDOS, for the first time, felt threatened. There was a distinct "I mean it" to her rage-induced screaming. She quickly moved, redirecting the testing track to the REALLY deadly chambers. She needed her dead NOW, the fire pit was too late, the woman might escape in that time. GLaDOS registered the woman had completed the test and was moving to the chamber lock quickly, sprinting really, visibly seething with utter rage, like it was an aura coming off the woman. This one will be trouble. She thought.
When angered, nothing short of an army could stop Chell. So, naturally, a few turrets were no match for the pure emotion guiding the woman's perfect reaction time and resoursefulness. GLaDOS knew she was in trouble. The look on Chell's face, aside from determination and rage, was one of triumph. Nothing had ever enraged GLaDOS more than the sight of that. You have most certainly NOT won. Not if i have anything to say about it. Thought GLaDOS, as close to submitting to an rage induced homicide as the woman was. She was so mad she barely registered the woman had bypassed the fire pit. If she had viens, they would be popped out of her face, which would have been simultaniously red with fury. She was SO mad, she even tripped over her words, and she could feel the grip that the morality core had on the pure rage she felt slipping. Then the woman was gone, somewhere deep into the facility by now. Her rage opened like a flood gate, her chamber the home of every curse word in the english language. She sent up some Turrets to her chamber only to burn them out of sheer rage. Suddenly she got a grip on herself. Blowing up helpless turrets was no way to kill the woman. She tried using cake. This only made the woman push harder, so she switched tactics. She started threatening her. She pushed harder, and harder, with every insult and death threat, until GLaDOS could take no more.