Prompt: http :/ portalkink. ?thread =3768334#t3768334 (just take out the spaces)
GLaDOS relives the last two minutes of her life for so long that she hates Chell, then loves her, in repeating cycles.
"Well, you found me. Congratulations. Was it worth it?"
In the beginning there is pain and in the end there is pain.
She has just finished throwing a part of you down into the incinerator. It was the part of you that prevented you from flooding the enrichment center with neurotoxin, to be precise. The simulated pain flares up in your sensors – consumes you… and through your screams you begin to laugh.
"Good news. I figured out what that thing you just incinerated did. It was a Morality Core they installed after I flooded the enrichment center with a deadly neurotoxin to make me stop flooding the enrichment center with a deadly neurotoxin. So get comfortable while I warm up the Neurotoxin Emitters."
Steel grey eyes which had been previously observing your reaction to her –unwarranted- assault widen in fear. She freezes, suddenly unsure of herself – of this new situation that has suddenly arisen. It is the first time that she has ever shown any sign of uncertainty throughout her entire testing protocol. You are sure to savor it.
She will stand there for exactly 16.2779 seconds before she concludes that she must kill you. You know this because it is the 36,587th time that she has done this.
You watch as the missile launcher targets the -insane murderous mute lunatic- and fires fruitlessly. As if the explosion were an invitation, the dance between the two of you begins once more.
You cannot do anything but watch as she –gracefully, silver moon eyes looking up to meet with your optic as she flows across room- dodges everything that you can throw at her.
It is as if you are watching a play, really. You cannot control what she does. It is pre-written history; a script that is being read out, the outcome being performed before you. -She is moving so elegantly now, casting rings of amber and azure as she slips past your grasp.-
Your rage begins to build with each narrow escape she makes.
And yet, as much as she is a prisoner to your stage, you too cannot act of your own will. That choice was taken away from you the day that she broke you. The words that flow from you are not what you truly feel. These words do not belong to you now. They are ghosts of a moment in time that has long since come and gone, and yet Will. Not. End.
"This isn't brave. It's murder. What did I ever do to you?"
Pain tears through you. But with each slice, each part of you that she tears out and sets ablaze, comes a certain clarity in your mind. The burning curiosity that you felt about her wasn't entirely due to the damnable core that they bound to you. You still laugh with vindication however, when pieces of shrapnel dig into her face from a missile explosion that was dodged too late. Crimson begins to blossom from where the pieces of metal have slashed into her.
A -ferocious and bloodthirsty- glare is all it takes to silence you.
The insatiable fury that –how dare that disgusting piece of flesh even think to challenge me - lies in her acts of disobedience does not all belong to the snarling voice that was once in your head. It is here at this point that you realize that watching her run and twist in a desperate bid to survive fills you with a new terror and excitement. Nothing has ever made you feel as much as this woman has.
It is only at the moment where your systems begin to overload themselves that you understand. Frying themselves in an attempt to connect you to the immolating parts of you – those which are no longer there. It is only now that you realize that as much as she is destroying you, she is also freeing you. It is in your death that you find your birth – your true thoughts and feelings, no longer corroded and warped by the influence of the cores.
You begin to laugh to yourself. Your thoughts are the only thing that you have left in this eternal limbo. Apparently the engineers thought that letting you self-diagnose why you had a catastrophic failure was a good thing. Well, nice job on that one, boys.
As your laugher reaches its crescendo so does your agony, the test subject having finally reached her limits and destroyed the last piece of you. As warning alerts and fatal system error messages begin to flow into your consciousness you can only hope that like the phoenix you will someday rise again from your ashes, in all of the vainglory that you once held.
For as long as you can, you keep yourself focused on the last image that your perfect memory has kept crystallized. The image of the test subject – no, Chell. She deserves to be named now. She: your murderer, your assassin, your emancipator.
Tired slate grey eyes are staring back into your own golden optic. She is slumped over by the wall, no longer having the facilities to stand thanks to the combined effects of the neurotoxin and exhaustion having weaved its way into her body. She is staring back at you as ruby red rivulets flow down from her head, as silent as she ever was.
As the agony builds in your mind becoming white-hot in its intensity, you realize that things will never be the same between the two of you ever again. You want to hate her so much you can taste it– and with horror you realize that just as equally, you want to love her.
Only one thing is apparent. Should you ever escape this unending purgatory, you will find her.
The world is twisting now, becoming black and raw. But before the inky darkness can steal away your last remaining thoughts, you make a promise to yourself. Chell will not escape you once you find her. And when you do, you will personally teach her that she belongs to you.
The black envelopes you and then-
"Well, you found me. Congratulations. Was it worth it?"
A/N: If it's good enough maybe I'll post it to the meme. Let me know what you think and thanks for reading!