Spread Your Wings
Chell pointed above and the other two exclaimed. They were nearly there!
"Come on," Cara-Mia encouraged to the elevator under her breath as it gave another tremor. "Only a bit more to go..."
Chell watched a the line of light that appeared to come from a door slowly approached them, until it was just above their heads-
BANG.
With a huge shudder the elevator came to a stop.
"What's going on?" Wheatley asked, panicking. "I mean- why has the elevator stopped and what's- what is that noise?"
"I really don't know," Cara-Mia replied shrilly, jabbing at the up button repeatedly, but to no avail.
Chell reached up to the little daylight and her fingertips brushed a ledge. Reaching up again, she jumped and caught hold of it with her hands-
BANG.
"Um, whoever's doing that can you stop down there?" Wheatley called uncertainly.
"It's not a person," Cara-Mia laughed nervously. "It's the elevator, there's no way it's going to sto-"
"I won't stop until you let me out!" Another voice from below them shouted in reply, proving Cara-Mia wrong.
The elevator creaked as it swayed in the deadened silence.
Chell pushed herself onto the ledge with all her might; the daylight was shining in her face now. She grabbed at her sisters shoulder desperately, and Cara-Mia took her hand-
BANG.
Air rushed past her as Chell watched the floor of the elevator collapse under her sister; Cara-Mia scrambled onto the ledge just in time-
Four pale fingers creeped over the ledge.
Chell watched, her heart racing, as another shaking hand reached weakly for something to hold on to-
Without thinking, Chell looked over the ledge, staring at that oh so familiar face, haunted by madness-
"What- what are you doing, exactly?" Wheatley panicked from Cara-Mia's arms. "Get back! He's mad!"
Cara-Mia stared, lost, as she watched the hand slowly losing grip on the ledge...
Chell didn't know why, but something was telling her to hold out her hand, to help him up... But his face was still twisted into that terrible grimace of bitter fury...
As she stared into that old, scarred face, a cold hand grasped at her wrist-
Screaming silently, Chell shook her arm desperately, struggling to fight the old man's grip-
But his limp hand slipped from her wrist easily.
His ice-cold rage was replaced with the smallest smile as he let go of the ledge, and his bright blue eyes met Chell's for a moment, a moment that lasted forever...
Chell watched as her foster father fell through the broken floor of the elevator, his body strangely twisted as he flew almost gracefully through the air as if in slow motion; She could see every movement, every ripple in his hair, that little smile still fixed on his face...
And then he was gone.