Here's an old fanfic of mine that I found, I may actually write more, depending on how everyone reacts to this one.
Chapter 1: Awakening
Gordon Freeman awoke to the sound of a whispering voice, a seemingly lulling comfort to his nocturnal dreams. For once he felt calm, alert, and...rational. He looked over to see a man who appeared to be roughly in his mid-fourties, with long, black, untamed hair that lay on his sunken chest, and beady brown eyes that seemed to study his own with intelligence. "It appears who have come to yourself, Mr. Freeman", said the man, his tone slightly mocking. He took a now empty syringe from his gloved hands and waved it in front of Freeman's eyes saying "Salvation never looked so simple, wouldn't you agree?". Gordon couldn't do anything but nod. He sat up slowly, taking in his surroundings. The room he was in was covered in a Buddhist mural design, although the bright colors were slightly faded by the dull candlelight.
Several mountings on the walls glared back at him almost angrily, representing figures from oriental mythology. "An odd passtime for someone a leading a revolution among men, I'm sure you woud agree with that also", the man observed absently while dispatching the latex gloves he wore into a grungy wastebasket.
"Allow me to introduce myself, in case your mental state has rendered you forgetful. I am Dr. Greg Filter, pioneer researcher and lead scientist in your organization, which you have deemed 'Soul Fly'. And you", here he waved a finger mockingly "are a very, very powerful man who leads thousands of people across the world. You were also mentally insane until just now, and if it weren't for that serum I just injected into you, we would all be in very serious trouble".
The doctor was interrupted in his speech when a tall, muscular man walked into the room. His attractive features were dimmed by the thick, dark circles under his eyes and his sullen, absentminded expression. "How's the big man doin'?", the tall man asked irritatedly.
Dr. Filter gave an audible sigh, but turing to Gordon with an affable, almost humourous expression. "And this would be your caretaker William Becker, he has done his job very well, but his services will no longer be required", Dr.Filter's tone returned to its mocking nature. Becker's eyes flitted from Dr. Filter to Gordon. "Whatever, I was just checking up on him like you asked", Becker seemed to get irritated again, but he turned and left without so much as another word. "You'll have to forgive Mr. Becker, he's a bit under the weather at the moment", Dr. Filter grinned. "Come, we have much to cover in such a short time, the hour of your reckoning approaches". Gordon stood unsteadily for a moment, then regained his balance before catching up with the rather odd man who had awakened him, not from his sleep he realized, but from a now dormant insanity.
Chapter 1: Awakening
Gordon Freeman awoke to the sound of a whispering voice, a seemingly lulling comfort to his nocturnal dreams. For once he felt calm, alert, and...rational. He looked over to see a man who appeared to be roughly in his mid-fourties, with long, black, untamed hair that lay on his sunken chest, and beady brown eyes that seemed to study his own with intelligence. "It appears who have come to yourself, Mr. Freeman", said the man, his tone slightly mocking. He took a now empty syringe from his gloved hands and waved it in front of Freeman's eyes saying "Salvation never looked so simple, wouldn't you agree?". Gordon couldn't do anything but nod. He sat up slowly, taking in his surroundings. The room he was in was covered in a Buddhist mural design, although the bright colors were slightly faded by the dull candlelight.
Several mountings on the walls glared back at him almost angrily, representing figures from oriental mythology. "An odd passtime for someone a leading a revolution among men, I'm sure you woud agree with that also", the man observed absently while dispatching the latex gloves he wore into a grungy wastebasket.
"Allow me to introduce myself, in case your mental state has rendered you forgetful. I am Dr. Greg Filter, pioneer researcher and lead scientist in your organization, which you have deemed 'Soul Fly'. And you", here he waved a finger mockingly "are a very, very powerful man who leads thousands of people across the world. You were also mentally insane until just now, and if it weren't for that serum I just injected into you, we would all be in very serious trouble".
The doctor was interrupted in his speech when a tall, muscular man walked into the room. His attractive features were dimmed by the thick, dark circles under his eyes and his sullen, absentminded expression. "How's the big man doin'?", the tall man asked irritatedly.
Dr. Filter gave an audible sigh, but turing to Gordon with an affable, almost humourous expression. "And this would be your caretaker William Becker, he has done his job very well, but his services will no longer be required", Dr.Filter's tone returned to its mocking nature. Becker's eyes flitted from Dr. Filter to Gordon. "Whatever, I was just checking up on him like you asked", Becker seemed to get irritated again, but he turned and left without so much as another word. "You'll have to forgive Mr. Becker, he's a bit under the weather at the moment", Dr. Filter grinned. "Come, we have much to cover in such a short time, the hour of your reckoning approaches". Gordon stood unsteadily for a moment, then regained his balance before catching up with the rather odd man who had awakened him, not from his sleep he realized, but from a now dormant insanity.
I mean… A guy who doesn’t talk, with no training (hazard course is O.S.H.A. bs and we all know it), goes through a very traumatic experience and all of a sudden is a killing machine… He snapped. He is on the right side, but nuts. Kind of like Father Gregory….
