The Kaiser
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Alright, well I do write fan-fiction for several other genres and such, and since I do love Half-Life, I figured it was only natural to do some for this group too. This won't be a big "multi-story" kind of thread, but will be a collection of "one-shots" and shorter tails, most being probably at the greatest 2000 words. So basically, they all will take place in the Half-Life world, but at different points, with different characters, and the like. So sit back and enjoy, I do hope you shall.
Red Letter Days have to have a beginning
The old wood creaked as the girl jumped from the ceiling window, landing onto the flooring. She looked behind herself quickly, making sure no one had seen her. There didn't need to be any trouble now, definitely not today. They got enough from the Combine on a regular basis, anyhow...
Alyx stood up, gripping one of the bolts on her belt instinctively. She turned back to the front, and began to walk slowly down the tenement hallways. A few dank doors were open, the citizens inside either sitting down and watching the sole T.V.s in every apartment, or just staring out the few windows they had. Alyx thought she could hear one of the Breencasts even as it repeated itself.
"But I also suspect several "unspoken" questions being asked--" Vance tried to shut the Administrator's voice out. They had all listened to them back at Mesa East, just to see what kind of trash he was trying to spill out to the cities. Just more garbage here, more attempts to convince the citizens of accepting Combine rule. Like it'd work though. He might get a couple people more comfortable with seeing a human face being nice to them, but most people would just let the "information" go through one ear and out the other.
'At least, that's always what dad says.' she thought to herself. Alyx looked around a few more times, stopping next to another open door. She could hear voices coming from it, more active than usual.
'Crap.'
"Don't move, resisting arrest is allowance for ordinance C-134." Even without looking she could tell from the slightly-electronified and authoritative voice who was talking behind the walls.
'Metro-cops.' Alyx moved her hand away from the one tool, and over to another. No way she could just get past them without being seen, and especially in her get-up. She hated the clothing that the Combine made citizens wear; just a two-piece blue jump-suit with a white shirt underneath. Didn't matter how dirty they got, one was all every citizen had.
She herself wore stuff that she'd fixed up, and had gotten from others. A brown jacket going down to about her middle, with a few duct-taped holes on the inside. An old Black Mesa hoody she'd gotten from her dad, which was starting to get just a little two small for her. An armband, covered up her wrist back from when she'd injured herself there once. She never had taken it off though, she liked the look. And jeans, sort of like what the citizens did wear, but definitely not a standard issue of them from the Combine. Stuff the resistance had been able to sew together and give her. Her shoes were nothing special compared to the rest of her outfit, just some rubber-soled boots.
"I said don't move!" The words were followed by a little bit of static and a cry of pain. Alyx winced at it, even as a few more followed. Damn Metro-Cops were always overzealous, always pushing around the citizens they were "supposed" to "protect". Big surprise really...
She turned around, looking at the other doors. She couldn't hear any sounds coming from them. Good, no trouble then. Slowly, Alyx crept back to one of them. She stepped inside the one room, no door left on the hinges. It was lighted up, but from the citizens' reactions, it could of easily been night. They stared at whatever they were doing, ignoring her presence. She noticed one of them however, looking up at her for a moment. He mouthed something barely hearable, but she was able to pick it up.
"Hey, Alyx..."
She smiled at the dark-skinned man and nodded silently, as he turned back to the T.V. in the room. She made it to the other side of the tenement room, coming out the back door. Vance looked back down the hall, seeing metro-cops exit the other room. She cut a corner, getting out of their sight quickly. She peered over the side, catching a glimpse of them. They were moving in the opposite direction, taking a bloodied citizen with them. She sighed, moving away from the corner and resting against the crumbling wall.
'One more citizen for the Combine to twist, damnit!' But there wasn't anything she could do to help him, or any of the others. Sure, she a pistol, but opening up a firefight with the Metro-Cops in City 17? That wasn't a really smart idea, especially on today.
Alyx looked back in front of her, and tried to see what was in front of her. Judging by the darkness, it was probably a stairwell. She moved a tenative hand out, and felt cold wire and mesh. Yep, definitely a stairwell. Vance moved to the side, her eyes better adjusting to the place's lighting. She felt a rail in front of her, and grasped it. She then took several steps, beginning to climb the stairs. After a few seconds she was already quietly running up them, getting to the top of the place in only a few minutes.
"Alright..." she spoke to herself, seeing the better-lit hallway in front of her. "Just where is he going to--"
The sounds of doors crashing open and slamming into concrete caught her ears. Dozens of small static noises followed. She didn't wait for anything else, breaking into a sprint towards the sound. In seconds she came across one of the doors, pushed against the ragged wall. Metro-Cops filled the adjacent-hallway, all of them armed with Stun-batons. She spied someone on the floor, wearing the same clothes as all the other citizens on the lower levels.
It was a man in his late-twenties, with the exact same clothing on him as the other civilians downstairs. He was white, with a small beard ending in a goatee on his face. His hair was brown, and short. There wasn't anything really remarkable about him however, except...
He wore a pair of glasses over his eyes.
"No you don't!" she said, charging into the room. One of the cops immediately came at her, raising his weapon to strike. She ducked down and threw her fist into his stomach. He dropped the baton and fell forward immediately; Alyx pushing him to the side. The others then charged, albeit a bit more carefully. Vance turned to the second nearest one, and kicked him in his face. She heard the sound of something breaking in his gas mask even as he tumbled backwards, letting out a groan of pain.
She quickly turned and slammed an elbow into a third cop as he came right at. The attack slammed into his windpipe, possibly breaking it. She pulled it back, just before ducking again as one of the last two tried to swing back her.
"Too slow!" she said, a small grin on her face. She shot her other arm right between the man's legs and brought it up quickly, before knocking him away rather easily. She then turned to the last guard, getting quickly into a fighting stance. The last guard took a few steps back from her, bringing his hands up in front of him. His stun baton dropped to the ground, almost as if in a sign of surrender. Alyx narrowed her eyes and punched him in the face, right between the two eye-goggles. He fell to the side, the wood creaking beneath his body.
'That felt... good.' Alyx took in a few breaths, letting herself for a moment lean against the wall. No scanners around, and no more cops to call in immediate back-up, so it was okay. She back over at the civilian on the ground, and smirked. He looked pretty clean, nothing really seemed abrupt about him. Not many men were still sporting goatees anymore, just beards. But the glasses... only one other person she had seen before had had glasses. But he was way too old too old, definitely. Not like could have been anything, anyway.
But this guy, he looked... cute. For someone who'd she only heard about from her dad and other surviving colleagues, it was sort of surprising. Shouldn't he look a lot older than just... one or two years older than her? Not something to really think about at the moment though, she could notice he was already beginning to stir. She stood back up, and moved towards him. She crouched over the man, and stared at him more intently. She could already see his eyes begin to open back up, light coming into them. She smiled for the second time today, even as she began to reach over to his one hand.
"Doctor Freeman I presume?"
~End~
More to come in the following time and such. Critique/praise/criticism is always appreciated. Thank you for reading this.
Red Letter Days have to have a beginning
The old wood creaked as the girl jumped from the ceiling window, landing onto the flooring. She looked behind herself quickly, making sure no one had seen her. There didn't need to be any trouble now, definitely not today. They got enough from the Combine on a regular basis, anyhow...
Alyx stood up, gripping one of the bolts on her belt instinctively. She turned back to the front, and began to walk slowly down the tenement hallways. A few dank doors were open, the citizens inside either sitting down and watching the sole T.V.s in every apartment, or just staring out the few windows they had. Alyx thought she could hear one of the Breencasts even as it repeated itself.
"But I also suspect several "unspoken" questions being asked--" Vance tried to shut the Administrator's voice out. They had all listened to them back at Mesa East, just to see what kind of trash he was trying to spill out to the cities. Just more garbage here, more attempts to convince the citizens of accepting Combine rule. Like it'd work though. He might get a couple people more comfortable with seeing a human face being nice to them, but most people would just let the "information" go through one ear and out the other.
'At least, that's always what dad says.' she thought to herself. Alyx looked around a few more times, stopping next to another open door. She could hear voices coming from it, more active than usual.
'Crap.'
"Don't move, resisting arrest is allowance for ordinance C-134." Even without looking she could tell from the slightly-electronified and authoritative voice who was talking behind the walls.
'Metro-cops.' Alyx moved her hand away from the one tool, and over to another. No way she could just get past them without being seen, and especially in her get-up. She hated the clothing that the Combine made citizens wear; just a two-piece blue jump-suit with a white shirt underneath. Didn't matter how dirty they got, one was all every citizen had.
She herself wore stuff that she'd fixed up, and had gotten from others. A brown jacket going down to about her middle, with a few duct-taped holes on the inside. An old Black Mesa hoody she'd gotten from her dad, which was starting to get just a little two small for her. An armband, covered up her wrist back from when she'd injured herself there once. She never had taken it off though, she liked the look. And jeans, sort of like what the citizens did wear, but definitely not a standard issue of them from the Combine. Stuff the resistance had been able to sew together and give her. Her shoes were nothing special compared to the rest of her outfit, just some rubber-soled boots.
"I said don't move!" The words were followed by a little bit of static and a cry of pain. Alyx winced at it, even as a few more followed. Damn Metro-Cops were always overzealous, always pushing around the citizens they were "supposed" to "protect". Big surprise really...
She turned around, looking at the other doors. She couldn't hear any sounds coming from them. Good, no trouble then. Slowly, Alyx crept back to one of them. She stepped inside the one room, no door left on the hinges. It was lighted up, but from the citizens' reactions, it could of easily been night. They stared at whatever they were doing, ignoring her presence. She noticed one of them however, looking up at her for a moment. He mouthed something barely hearable, but she was able to pick it up.
"Hey, Alyx..."
She smiled at the dark-skinned man and nodded silently, as he turned back to the T.V. in the room. She made it to the other side of the tenement room, coming out the back door. Vance looked back down the hall, seeing metro-cops exit the other room. She cut a corner, getting out of their sight quickly. She peered over the side, catching a glimpse of them. They were moving in the opposite direction, taking a bloodied citizen with them. She sighed, moving away from the corner and resting against the crumbling wall.
'One more citizen for the Combine to twist, damnit!' But there wasn't anything she could do to help him, or any of the others. Sure, she a pistol, but opening up a firefight with the Metro-Cops in City 17? That wasn't a really smart idea, especially on today.
Alyx looked back in front of her, and tried to see what was in front of her. Judging by the darkness, it was probably a stairwell. She moved a tenative hand out, and felt cold wire and mesh. Yep, definitely a stairwell. Vance moved to the side, her eyes better adjusting to the place's lighting. She felt a rail in front of her, and grasped it. She then took several steps, beginning to climb the stairs. After a few seconds she was already quietly running up them, getting to the top of the place in only a few minutes.
"Alright..." she spoke to herself, seeing the better-lit hallway in front of her. "Just where is he going to--"
The sounds of doors crashing open and slamming into concrete caught her ears. Dozens of small static noises followed. She didn't wait for anything else, breaking into a sprint towards the sound. In seconds she came across one of the doors, pushed against the ragged wall. Metro-Cops filled the adjacent-hallway, all of them armed with Stun-batons. She spied someone on the floor, wearing the same clothes as all the other citizens on the lower levels.
It was a man in his late-twenties, with the exact same clothing on him as the other civilians downstairs. He was white, with a small beard ending in a goatee on his face. His hair was brown, and short. There wasn't anything really remarkable about him however, except...
He wore a pair of glasses over his eyes.
"No you don't!" she said, charging into the room. One of the cops immediately came at her, raising his weapon to strike. She ducked down and threw her fist into his stomach. He dropped the baton and fell forward immediately; Alyx pushing him to the side. The others then charged, albeit a bit more carefully. Vance turned to the second nearest one, and kicked him in his face. She heard the sound of something breaking in his gas mask even as he tumbled backwards, letting out a groan of pain.
She quickly turned and slammed an elbow into a third cop as he came right at. The attack slammed into his windpipe, possibly breaking it. She pulled it back, just before ducking again as one of the last two tried to swing back her.
"Too slow!" she said, a small grin on her face. She shot her other arm right between the man's legs and brought it up quickly, before knocking him away rather easily. She then turned to the last guard, getting quickly into a fighting stance. The last guard took a few steps back from her, bringing his hands up in front of him. His stun baton dropped to the ground, almost as if in a sign of surrender. Alyx narrowed her eyes and punched him in the face, right between the two eye-goggles. He fell to the side, the wood creaking beneath his body.
'That felt... good.' Alyx took in a few breaths, letting herself for a moment lean against the wall. No scanners around, and no more cops to call in immediate back-up, so it was okay. She back over at the civilian on the ground, and smirked. He looked pretty clean, nothing really seemed abrupt about him. Not many men were still sporting goatees anymore, just beards. But the glasses... only one other person she had seen before had had glasses. But he was way too old too old, definitely. Not like could have been anything, anyway.
But this guy, he looked... cute. For someone who'd she only heard about from her dad and other surviving colleagues, it was sort of surprising. Shouldn't he look a lot older than just... one or two years older than her? Not something to really think about at the moment though, she could notice he was already beginning to stir. She stood back up, and moved towards him. She crouched over the man, and stared at him more intently. She could already see his eyes begin to open back up, light coming into them. She smiled for the second time today, even as she began to reach over to his one hand.
"Doctor Freeman I presume?"
~End~
More to come in the following time and such. Critique/praise/criticism is always appreciated. Thank you for reading this.
