Half-Life: Ampere

by cuchix

"This is more than anyone can bear, but we will persevere." Follow Faraday's history, a Vortigaunt located in City 10, a city destined to fall into disgrace for the Combine force, while Faraday does everything in his power to provide the support that the rebel resistance needs, even if the path is more turbulent than he expects, even with his incomplete mastery of the Vortessence.

30. Epilogue

Time had already passed.

There was no radio station that didn't speak of Gordon Freeman. There was no Vortigaunt who didn't wish to save him from the impossible odds he faced or simply bow before him and dedicate a few words or help him in any way. Few were lucky enough to cross his path, even though misfortune accompanied him against all odds.

We had been safe at the White Forest rebel base for quite some time.

"Hey, where are you going?" Jorge asked me.

"I need to isolate myself, it'll be for a while. Lately, I can't tolerate the noise so much."

"First of all, I wanted to tell you something. I've read what you've written, and it's phenomenal how you master human literature, even better than me!"

"Our race is known for poetry; it's something we have in common, even though I'm not a good storyteller. I just hope that when peace comes, our poets can compose and sing with yours."

"Don't count on me; I can barely rap a little bit. I don't know if it's the same." He replied with a chuckle.

Someone bumped into Jorge with great enthusiasm.

"Did you hear? The Citadel is in critical condition. What happened to the 'mythman'? Huh?"

"If I don't see it, I don't believe it." He replied with total skepticism.

I had been feeling the Vortessence within me.

And I answered the call.

I entered my room to concentrate.

Everything was darkness, like a starless sky, there was only one door as white as the clouds, which closed as it gave way to the presence I had seen before, in the antlion tunnels of City Ten.

My brothers kept the stranger at bay, who still appeared to be one of our high ranks, even though we knew well that it was a lie to our eyes.

"We'll see about that." threatened the mysterious figure.

While they were diverting their sinister purposes, I did the work I had to do. I placed my hands around the body of "the Freeman," for a second, it felt as if I were contemplating the presence of any other mortal, not so different from those I had known during my time on Earth.

An unstoppable force, a killing machine, yet so subdued and at the same time eager to break free, it was hard to believe, but undoubtedly it was him; our savior. At that moment, I was just one more in that interval, it seemed like I was in nothingness itself, but it worked.

Freeman has to stay in this place and time.

Our struggle continues.

His work is not yet finished.