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Ok, this is a story I started a while ago. I've decided to start working on it again. You lucky SOBs. Lol.
Anyways, here's the story, though it isn't much: This takes place after the Half-Life story has ended. The G-Man disappears, and reappears years later. He kidnaps Gordon and begins to control his mind with new powers.
Chapter One: G-Man Says...
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Gordon looked around. Where was he? It was…not the lab. But then, it could never be the lab. Black Mesa was gone. He was back to being a freelance scientist. Although it resulted in a drastic pay cut, he was alive. He couldn’t say the same for his town. Or the nearby towns. Actually, he couldn’t say the same for the whole south-western part of the United States.
Yes, he had failed his mission in protecting Black Mesa. Yes, he had failed in protecting his city. And yes, he had failed in protecting the whole country. But he had succeeded in protecting his life. And that had to be worth something.
Back to the situation. Gordon had been walking down the street to the Philotic Web Research Center, and suddenly he wasn’t. As far as he could tell, he wasn’t anywhere. He had just ceased to exist. It didn’t make any sense, but there was nothing around him. Nothing at all. There wasn’t darkness. There wasn’t light. It wasn’t black, and it wasn’t white. It was just…empty.
Gordon couldn’t feel the ground. That didn’t mean he felt like he was floating. There was just nothing around him. No gravity, no gases, no ground, no anything. Gordon didn’t even have to breathe. It was almost like everything had gone away. Like time had stopped, yet he was still there. But that couldn’t be true. Otherwise he’d still be in the street, only everyone would have stopped.
“Hey! Is anyone out there?” Gordon tried yelling. No answer. He didn’t even here his own voice. No echo, no vibrations, it was just as if he hadn’t moved his mouth but nothing happened. But obviously it had an effect, because a person appeared in front of him, and judging by the perspective, he was about twenty feet away. A light that seemed to come from nowhere, but everywhere at the same time illuminated the human.
Gordon froze. He recognized that face. He recognized that posture, and those cold, menacing eyes. A single word came out of Gordon’s mouth, unheard, but the figure understood it.
“You.”
The figure made the smallest movement, and a stronger light beamed out, bathing Gordon with a bright, hot, white light. The figure was the G-Man, a mysterious person who had spoken to Gordon less than ten times, yet was a former partner in the inter-dimensional battle.
“Yes, Mr. Freeman, it is I. I’ve handed in my Medal of Honor in return for a much more rewarding power. I am the half-ruler of parallel dimension, one not yet explored by the backwards scientist of America. I have gained ownership of the Zoc’t’vic dimension, which is a dimension far superior and technologically advanced compared to Earth. That is where I gained the power to come here, Mr. Freeman, and bring you with me.” The G-Man smirked, waiting for Gordon to ask the question that they both knew he would ask.
“Where is here?”
“Ah, yes. I knew that question would come into play. The question asked in every sci-fi novel, movie, or game. Now it is being asked here, in the real world. Well, Mr. Freeman, where we are is far beyond your comprehension of the form of where. We have traveled to a semi-dimension, a dimension without the properties of a dimension yet. It is the same as if you had been in your universe before the Big Bang. That is as close as I can explain to you what this is.”
“So this is a universe that hasn’t yet expanded?”
“No, Mr. Freeman,” the G-Man allowed a small, half-patronizing, half-sinister chuckle before continuing. “This is a completely void universe. Every subatomic atom and piece of matter is reading your mind faster than you can think of things. You see, every particle in this universe needs a job. But, Mr. Freeman, they don’t have a job, do they? So, as soon as they have chance for a job, they take it. Almost like you, isn’t it, Mr. Freeman? Already, in the past five minutes that we’ve been talking, trillions of particles have combined to form billions of objects, but because you do not hold the images in your mind, they are simultaneously destroyed as soon as they are created.”
The G-Man looked to his left, where a planet the size of a baseball appeared.
“You see what I mean, Mr. Freeman? I just created a whole civilization, complete with five species, space travel, and of course, a religion where they worship me.”
He waved a hand, and the planet imploded.
“And now, as soon as they were about to launch their first ship to embark on a three-thousand year long quest for other intelligent life, they’re dead. I killed them, Mr. Freeman, but it wasn’t important, was it? I created them; so therefore, I have the right to kill them. For them, though, they had lived for millions of years. Time creates interesting warps in an undeveloped universe, doesn’t it, Mr. Freeman? They had a whole history on their evolution, beginning from small arthropods that breathed through their own skin.”
Gordon glanced around. “Why did you bring me here? I thought that we had moved down different paths!”
The G-Man glared at Gordon, seemingly angry at his short temper. “Mr. Freeman, we had moved down different paths! I have brought you here to pass on a little message for me. It’s quite simple, really. I’ll tell you what to say, and you, Mr. Freeman, will tell the other people about the apocalypse that is imminent for them. Will you cooperate, Mr. Freeman?”
Gordon spat at the man. Or, tried to. The spit simple flew roughly three inches, and them shot straight back down Gordon’s throat. “Bite me,” Gordon said as he gagged on the self-attack.
The G-Man smiled slowly, and chuckled once again. “Well, Mr. Freeman, it appears that I’ll just have to pass the message on to people myself, won’t I?” The man began to laugh.
Gordon didn’t understand what he meant, but it was creepy. Next thing he knew, he was staring as his body, but he was still in his body. The body he stared at melted away.
“Mr. Freeman, I’ve created a new you, a you which I have the power to manipulate. I have combined my spirit with yours, so that we share the same body.” Gordon said.
“What the-! You can’t do thi-“ Gordon started to yell.
“Yes I can, Mr. Freeman. I can, and I did. If you do not cooperate, I’ll just take total control, won’t I?”
Gordon knew that the G-Man wasn’t lying. He knew that if he didn’t keep his mouth shut, then he’d be trapped in the darkest corner of his mind. Knowing that, Gordon shut up.
“Yes, Mr. Freeman, that’s the spirit. Now, let’s get up of here, Mr. Freeman, and prepare the world for their doom.”
Without another word, Gordon was back on the sidewalk, exactly where he had been. Exactly where everyone else had been. Had time stopped, Gordon wondered.
No, Mr. Freeman, time hadn’t stopped. As I said before, an undeveloped universe created interesting warps in time. You really should listen, Mr. Freeman, G-Man said inside of his head. Staying silent, Gordon continued walking down the street.
After all, what the G-Man says goes.
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Yup, yup. I'll post Chapter Two once at least one person has commented on it. I have six chapters previously written, and I'll continue it on from there.
-BM
Anyways, here's the story, though it isn't much: This takes place after the Half-Life story has ended. The G-Man disappears, and reappears years later. He kidnaps Gordon and begins to control his mind with new powers.
Chapter One: G-Man Says...
------------------------
Gordon looked around. Where was he? It was…not the lab. But then, it could never be the lab. Black Mesa was gone. He was back to being a freelance scientist. Although it resulted in a drastic pay cut, he was alive. He couldn’t say the same for his town. Or the nearby towns. Actually, he couldn’t say the same for the whole south-western part of the United States.
Yes, he had failed his mission in protecting Black Mesa. Yes, he had failed in protecting his city. And yes, he had failed in protecting the whole country. But he had succeeded in protecting his life. And that had to be worth something.
Back to the situation. Gordon had been walking down the street to the Philotic Web Research Center, and suddenly he wasn’t. As far as he could tell, he wasn’t anywhere. He had just ceased to exist. It didn’t make any sense, but there was nothing around him. Nothing at all. There wasn’t darkness. There wasn’t light. It wasn’t black, and it wasn’t white. It was just…empty.
Gordon couldn’t feel the ground. That didn’t mean he felt like he was floating. There was just nothing around him. No gravity, no gases, no ground, no anything. Gordon didn’t even have to breathe. It was almost like everything had gone away. Like time had stopped, yet he was still there. But that couldn’t be true. Otherwise he’d still be in the street, only everyone would have stopped.
“Hey! Is anyone out there?” Gordon tried yelling. No answer. He didn’t even here his own voice. No echo, no vibrations, it was just as if he hadn’t moved his mouth but nothing happened. But obviously it had an effect, because a person appeared in front of him, and judging by the perspective, he was about twenty feet away. A light that seemed to come from nowhere, but everywhere at the same time illuminated the human.
Gordon froze. He recognized that face. He recognized that posture, and those cold, menacing eyes. A single word came out of Gordon’s mouth, unheard, but the figure understood it.
“You.”
The figure made the smallest movement, and a stronger light beamed out, bathing Gordon with a bright, hot, white light. The figure was the G-Man, a mysterious person who had spoken to Gordon less than ten times, yet was a former partner in the inter-dimensional battle.
“Yes, Mr. Freeman, it is I. I’ve handed in my Medal of Honor in return for a much more rewarding power. I am the half-ruler of parallel dimension, one not yet explored by the backwards scientist of America. I have gained ownership of the Zoc’t’vic dimension, which is a dimension far superior and technologically advanced compared to Earth. That is where I gained the power to come here, Mr. Freeman, and bring you with me.” The G-Man smirked, waiting for Gordon to ask the question that they both knew he would ask.
“Where is here?”
“Ah, yes. I knew that question would come into play. The question asked in every sci-fi novel, movie, or game. Now it is being asked here, in the real world. Well, Mr. Freeman, where we are is far beyond your comprehension of the form of where. We have traveled to a semi-dimension, a dimension without the properties of a dimension yet. It is the same as if you had been in your universe before the Big Bang. That is as close as I can explain to you what this is.”
“So this is a universe that hasn’t yet expanded?”
“No, Mr. Freeman,” the G-Man allowed a small, half-patronizing, half-sinister chuckle before continuing. “This is a completely void universe. Every subatomic atom and piece of matter is reading your mind faster than you can think of things. You see, every particle in this universe needs a job. But, Mr. Freeman, they don’t have a job, do they? So, as soon as they have chance for a job, they take it. Almost like you, isn’t it, Mr. Freeman? Already, in the past five minutes that we’ve been talking, trillions of particles have combined to form billions of objects, but because you do not hold the images in your mind, they are simultaneously destroyed as soon as they are created.”
The G-Man looked to his left, where a planet the size of a baseball appeared.
“You see what I mean, Mr. Freeman? I just created a whole civilization, complete with five species, space travel, and of course, a religion where they worship me.”
He waved a hand, and the planet imploded.
“And now, as soon as they were about to launch their first ship to embark on a three-thousand year long quest for other intelligent life, they’re dead. I killed them, Mr. Freeman, but it wasn’t important, was it? I created them; so therefore, I have the right to kill them. For them, though, they had lived for millions of years. Time creates interesting warps in an undeveloped universe, doesn’t it, Mr. Freeman? They had a whole history on their evolution, beginning from small arthropods that breathed through their own skin.”
Gordon glanced around. “Why did you bring me here? I thought that we had moved down different paths!”
The G-Man glared at Gordon, seemingly angry at his short temper. “Mr. Freeman, we had moved down different paths! I have brought you here to pass on a little message for me. It’s quite simple, really. I’ll tell you what to say, and you, Mr. Freeman, will tell the other people about the apocalypse that is imminent for them. Will you cooperate, Mr. Freeman?”
Gordon spat at the man. Or, tried to. The spit simple flew roughly three inches, and them shot straight back down Gordon’s throat. “Bite me,” Gordon said as he gagged on the self-attack.
The G-Man smiled slowly, and chuckled once again. “Well, Mr. Freeman, it appears that I’ll just have to pass the message on to people myself, won’t I?” The man began to laugh.
Gordon didn’t understand what he meant, but it was creepy. Next thing he knew, he was staring as his body, but he was still in his body. The body he stared at melted away.
“Mr. Freeman, I’ve created a new you, a you which I have the power to manipulate. I have combined my spirit with yours, so that we share the same body.” Gordon said.
“What the-! You can’t do thi-“ Gordon started to yell.
“Yes I can, Mr. Freeman. I can, and I did. If you do not cooperate, I’ll just take total control, won’t I?”
Gordon knew that the G-Man wasn’t lying. He knew that if he didn’t keep his mouth shut, then he’d be trapped in the darkest corner of his mind. Knowing that, Gordon shut up.
“Yes, Mr. Freeman, that’s the spirit. Now, let’s get up of here, Mr. Freeman, and prepare the world for their doom.”
Without another word, Gordon was back on the sidewalk, exactly where he had been. Exactly where everyone else had been. Had time stopped, Gordon wondered.
No, Mr. Freeman, time hadn’t stopped. As I said before, an undeveloped universe created interesting warps in time. You really should listen, Mr. Freeman, G-Man said inside of his head. Staying silent, Gordon continued walking down the street.
After all, what the G-Man says goes.
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Yup, yup. I'll post Chapter Two once at least one person has commented on it. I have six chapters previously written, and I'll continue it on from there.
-BM
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