The crying echoes that stream through your head as you walk by broken windows and turned over desks, a thousand nightmares presented before you as you once again enter the darkness, 17 years ago you were pulled from this place by a force you still are unaware of, night after night as you toss and turn in your bed, as you feel the claws of death creep upon you once again.
"What infernal force has brought me here again" goes through your head as you reach a sign with the words "Black Mesa" written on it, around you scattered lies the remnants of a war, fired rifle shells and bodies of both scientists and soilders lay before you.
falling to your knees, the snapshots of scientists crying for your assistance through radios and the sounds of soilders calling for back up as you nail bullet after bullet into their soft flesh. the sounds as bullets tear through internal organs and cries of pain as your rivals hit the ground is almost unbearable. you wish it was all over. until you hear a voice you somewhat remember from your past. "Keep moving Mr Freeman.. you must keep moving" regaining stability you shake away your memories focusing on this voice. "Was that voice real?" you ask yourself over and over again, making no progress on where you remember this voice from, you continue your way through the rubble of your distant past, the confusion of how your here stills doesn't quite make sense to you but you have no choice but to keep moving through the darkness. as you finally stand immersed in the pitch black you see an illuminated figure walking towards you, never before have you felt anguish like this, raising your shotgun slowly as the figure gets closer and closer, it feels as if an eternity has passed when the figure, a man in a blue suit finally reaches you.. "Mr Freeman it is time to keep moving. you must keep moving" you yell as loud as you can as this figure, no response comes as the figure turns around and begins walking back into the bleak darkness. suddenly the figure stops and the words "Prepare for Unforseen Consequences" leaks from his lips as he dissapates from existence.
these words immediately awake you from your sleep, your in your room, lying in your bed at your house. everything is well as you lay in your sweat patch of your bed. the words "Prepare for Unforseen Consequences" dissapating almost as quickly and easily as the man in the blue suit had disappeared. getting up from your bed you walk to you cupboard, these words continuously cycle through your head, driving you into madness, you open your cupboard slowly as if you have locked painful memories away. theres lies your future present and past. your once brand new HEV suit lies in the dusty corner of your cupboard, almost coated in the blood of the innocent and evil. as you pick it up and get back into it for the first time in 17 years it's as if you've never left it. probably because over these 17 years you haven't had a good nights sleep nor a day where you don't relive the memories of Black Mesa. you walk to a broken mirror of your room, the suit fits you like a glove, after what feels to be an hour you turn from the mirror and walk outside to a wartorn world. fires blasing from houses across the road and the sounds of combine soilders running through the streets and gunfire echoing through the night.
You hear a soilder calling to you from across the streets on the ground below him lies a familiar sight to you, a crowbar, the soilder is pointing at it. "Come pick this up for me putrid human"
as you walk towards the now laughing soilder your fists clench and your slow walk becomes a swift dash, the soilder now realising your going to kill him raises his gun to you, your clenched fist swings at his face knocking him to the ground with a thunderous sound, the soilder still clenching the gun with one hand and the other in front of his face. you pick up the crowbar and drag the soilder into a nearby dark alley, other soilders hearing the combines cries for help as you belt him with the crowbar come running towards the alley.
with the dead soilders blood splattered across your face your bend down and pick up his hand gun. looking out from the alley you see 10 maybe 15 soilders standing outside guns pointing towards you. a smirk grows on your face as you hammer in another magazine of ammo into the gun. time ceases to exist as you walk from the alley. you raise your gun to the combine soilder infront of you and pull the trigger. you watch as the bullet enters the skull of the combine. as the soilder hits the ground blood swirling away from his body the words "Game Over" escape your mouth. the soilders begin firing without mercy but no avail, you remain standing. time has now really stopped and the man in the blue suit again walks towards you from an unknown time and destination. "Well hello Mr Freeman. it is really that time again", not understanding a thing that has happened to you within these few hours you see your world slowing blacking out on you as the man in the blue suit looks deeper and deeper into your soul. his cold stare penetrating you, freezing your movements and returning you to stasis. the last thoughts that go through your head are those from your dream "Keep moving Mr Freeman" you somehow eerily realise that this won't be the last time you see the man in the blue suit.
I am really tired now, i felt like creating a story about a dream of Gordon's and a return to stasis, it is kinda short and misses some detail but tell us what you think
"What infernal force has brought me here again" goes through your head as you reach a sign with the words "Black Mesa" written on it, around you scattered lies the remnants of a war, fired rifle shells and bodies of both scientists and soilders lay before you.
falling to your knees, the snapshots of scientists crying for your assistance through radios and the sounds of soilders calling for back up as you nail bullet after bullet into their soft flesh. the sounds as bullets tear through internal organs and cries of pain as your rivals hit the ground is almost unbearable. you wish it was all over. until you hear a voice you somewhat remember from your past. "Keep moving Mr Freeman.. you must keep moving" regaining stability you shake away your memories focusing on this voice. "Was that voice real?" you ask yourself over and over again, making no progress on where you remember this voice from, you continue your way through the rubble of your distant past, the confusion of how your here stills doesn't quite make sense to you but you have no choice but to keep moving through the darkness. as you finally stand immersed in the pitch black you see an illuminated figure walking towards you, never before have you felt anguish like this, raising your shotgun slowly as the figure gets closer and closer, it feels as if an eternity has passed when the figure, a man in a blue suit finally reaches you.. "Mr Freeman it is time to keep moving. you must keep moving" you yell as loud as you can as this figure, no response comes as the figure turns around and begins walking back into the bleak darkness. suddenly the figure stops and the words "Prepare for Unforseen Consequences" leaks from his lips as he dissapates from existence.
these words immediately awake you from your sleep, your in your room, lying in your bed at your house. everything is well as you lay in your sweat patch of your bed. the words "Prepare for Unforseen Consequences" dissapating almost as quickly and easily as the man in the blue suit had disappeared. getting up from your bed you walk to you cupboard, these words continuously cycle through your head, driving you into madness, you open your cupboard slowly as if you have locked painful memories away. theres lies your future present and past. your once brand new HEV suit lies in the dusty corner of your cupboard, almost coated in the blood of the innocent and evil. as you pick it up and get back into it for the first time in 17 years it's as if you've never left it. probably because over these 17 years you haven't had a good nights sleep nor a day where you don't relive the memories of Black Mesa. you walk to a broken mirror of your room, the suit fits you like a glove, after what feels to be an hour you turn from the mirror and walk outside to a wartorn world. fires blasing from houses across the road and the sounds of combine soilders running through the streets and gunfire echoing through the night.
You hear a soilder calling to you from across the streets on the ground below him lies a familiar sight to you, a crowbar, the soilder is pointing at it. "Come pick this up for me putrid human"
as you walk towards the now laughing soilder your fists clench and your slow walk becomes a swift dash, the soilder now realising your going to kill him raises his gun to you, your clenched fist swings at his face knocking him to the ground with a thunderous sound, the soilder still clenching the gun with one hand and the other in front of his face. you pick up the crowbar and drag the soilder into a nearby dark alley, other soilders hearing the combines cries for help as you belt him with the crowbar come running towards the alley.
with the dead soilders blood splattered across your face your bend down and pick up his hand gun. looking out from the alley you see 10 maybe 15 soilders standing outside guns pointing towards you. a smirk grows on your face as you hammer in another magazine of ammo into the gun. time ceases to exist as you walk from the alley. you raise your gun to the combine soilder infront of you and pull the trigger. you watch as the bullet enters the skull of the combine. as the soilder hits the ground blood swirling away from his body the words "Game Over" escape your mouth. the soilders begin firing without mercy but no avail, you remain standing. time has now really stopped and the man in the blue suit again walks towards you from an unknown time and destination. "Well hello Mr Freeman. it is really that time again", not understanding a thing that has happened to you within these few hours you see your world slowing blacking out on you as the man in the blue suit looks deeper and deeper into your soul. his cold stare penetrating you, freezing your movements and returning you to stasis. the last thoughts that go through your head are those from your dream "Keep moving Mr Freeman" you somehow eerily realise that this won't be the last time you see the man in the blue suit.
I am really tired now, i felt like creating a story about a dream of Gordon's and a return to stasis, it is kinda short and misses some detail but tell us what you think
