Portal 2 Remember: 1What does one do when stuck in the middle of nowhere, having no memory of being in the outside world before, standing in a large field and clutching to a burnt cube that has been your only memorable friend? Where does one go? Where could one go? Did they even have a family, a home or someone they knew to help them? The chances of finding at least some sort of civilization would take days, even weeks of continuous walking. That meant no food, no water and even pushing their way through the night just to get moving. One had to start off somewhere even with that one tug inside the heart that gave hope on where to go and what to do, it was better than nothing. One step is all it takes to start the journey of one's lifetime even if what they can remember of their life was just bits and pieces of lost memories. With this in mind, a step was taken and the tired girl with the giant cube began her long walk to where her heart was telling her to be somewhere safe somewherMore Like This
Portal 2 ChelleyThe stroke of a soft cheek.More Like This
Bright everything is too bright every part of the body hurts she tried to move, roll away from the light. Two things stopped her. One was the throbs of numbing pain in her back and chest. The other was two, warm and slightly damp hands, one cupping her face and the other gently gripping her shoulder to assist her in rolling onto her back. An annoyed and pain filled sigh leaked from her mouth while trying to force her eyes open. Her vision was blurred, having to shut her eyes tightly to attempt clearing it. Not only was her vision bad, her hearing was worse. All she heard were slurred, quiet noises, slowly becoming clearer as her mind began to awaken.
The noises became clearer, bit by bit. It was a voice gentle, slightly panicked and thankfully, not robotic. "Ah, all right! You're awake now good! That's very good, so we don't have to call the morgue or that would have been bloody disastrous." The vision cleared and a ma
Portal 2 - ResolutionIt wasn't going as planned.More Like This
It wasn't going as planned at all, and as much as he'd have liked to blame her for that (brain-damaged like a fox, yes), with her leaping about and her clever plot to coat the room with portal surfaces and her terrible rudeness in admitting all these other idiots into their private battle, he knew that that wasn't really the answer.
So far, she'd evaded everything he'd thrown at her. Quite literally. And deep down inside, a part of him knew that he hadn't quite been giving it his all. He was aiming poorly. He knew she was a good jumper. He consoled himself with the thought that his aim would get better over time, but really deep down, a part of him knew why he'd been failing.
He didn't want to win. His hearthis heart, not the rage or the code or the foul chassis pumping this insanity through his system, making him part of itselfit wasn't i