Pain for Pleasure [13/?] [Glados/Wheatley sort of, later Chell/Wheatley]
anonymous
May 14 2011, 21:04:44 UTC
(A rather short update today. Sorry. My thesis is done though! So I plan to actually finish this thing soon.)
Within seconds, the nearest camera had come to focus on the two of them. Chell stood, resolute, between Wheatley and the camera, her arms folded across her chest. Any fear of GLaDOS she may have once had had long since disappeared.
“It’s you.” GLaDOS’ voice was dripping with malice. “You came back.”
Chell smirked in response, pleased with herself.
“And you were pleasuring him, weren’t you? Sickening. You must have been doing an excellent job of it, seeing as my pain response was enough to trigger an emergency reboot.”
“Absolutely smashing, really,” Wheatley said, more to himself than to GLaDOS, but she heard and retorted by sending him a burst of the juice. It wasn’t overpowering, but enough to make him lurch forward and latch onto Chell’s arm as he sank to the ground. Chell, alarmed, turned and knelt beside him, offering her other arm for support. The anxious concern in her eyes surprised him. In a good way.
After helping Wheatley to his feet, Chell turned back to GLaDOS, glowering.
“You’re angry,” GLaDOS observed. “Interesting. I gave you your freedom. You made the decision to come back. And now you’re mad at me for punishing this idiot? Did you forget about the part where he tried to kill you?”
Chell turned away from the camera’s accusing red light, her eyes downcast. Of course she hadn’t forgotten.
“Chell, love,” Wheatley whispered, taking hold of her arm. “I…”
She turned back to him, and the light in her eyes and the hint of a smile playing at her lips told him he didn’t need to say any more.
“You’re as much of a moron as he is,” GLaDOS scoffed. “You came back here for him, didn’t you?”
Wheatley’s eyes widened, and he strengthened his grip on Chell’s arm.
“Did you really?” he asked, incredulous.
Chell didn’t respond; GLaDOS was continuing her tirade and the blood was starting to boil in Chell’s veins.
“I may not understand the full depth of human emotion, but there’s obviously no logic or rationality behind it,” GLaDOS was saying. “It’s really nothing more than utter lunacy, the fact that you came back here for this murderous, worthless sack of stupid.”
“She’s kind of right,” Wheatley whispered. “You shouldn’t have come back.” Chell ignored him.
“That brain damage you suffer from must be worse than I realized,” GLaDOS continued. “And for that, I pity you. I really do.” Chell’s eyes narrowed. She really wished she could speak right about now; she wanted more than anything to give GLaDOS a piece of her mind.
“But I cannot and will not ever have a single shred of pity for that. Moron.” The rage was building in GLaDOS’ voice. “And that’s why he will spend the rest of his miserable life here, testing. For me. Suffering for me. Dying for me. And there is nothing you can do about it.”
Chell had heard enough. Spotting a Weighted Storage Cube on the floor nearby, she seized it and hurled it at the camera with all of her strength. As the camera shattered, Chell grabbed Wheatley by the hand and made a break for the chamber’s entrance. She silently cursed herself for waking GLaDOS up; as gratifying as it was to cause GLaDOS such pain (and…well, she had to admit that ‘session’ with Wheatley hadn’t been half bad either), it would have been much easier to escape while she was powered off.
Wheatley seemed to be thinking along the same lines.
“You’ve got an escape plan, right?” he gasped. “You know, since she, ah, basically controls the entire facility…”
At that moment, the floor under Chell’s feet shot up, taking her with it. She lost her grip on Wheatley’s hand, and he quickly disappeared from view on the ground below, though she could still hear his distressed cries of “Chell!”
Chell struggled to keep her balance as the platform lifted her towards the ceiling, which opened up - directly into GLaDOS’ lair. She saw the familiar yellow glow immediately, staring her down.
“You know, I’m actually glad you came back,” GLaDOS said. “I have plans for you.”
Within seconds, the nearest camera had come to focus on the two of them. Chell stood, resolute, between Wheatley and the camera, her arms folded across her chest. Any fear of GLaDOS she may have once had had long since disappeared.
“It’s you.” GLaDOS’ voice was dripping with malice. “You came back.”
Chell smirked in response, pleased with herself.
“And you were pleasuring him, weren’t you? Sickening. You must have been doing an excellent job of it, seeing as my pain response was enough to trigger an emergency reboot.”
“Absolutely smashing, really,” Wheatley said, more to himself than to GLaDOS, but she heard and retorted by sending him a burst of the juice. It wasn’t overpowering, but enough to make him lurch forward and latch onto Chell’s arm as he sank to the ground. Chell, alarmed, turned and knelt beside him, offering her other arm for support. The anxious concern in her eyes surprised him. In a good way.
After helping Wheatley to his feet, Chell turned back to GLaDOS, glowering.
“You’re angry,” GLaDOS observed. “Interesting. I gave you your freedom. You made the decision to come back. And now you’re mad at me for punishing this idiot? Did you forget about the part where he tried to kill you?”
Chell turned away from the camera’s accusing red light, her eyes downcast. Of course she hadn’t forgotten.
“Chell, love,” Wheatley whispered, taking hold of her arm. “I…”
She turned back to him, and the light in her eyes and the hint of a smile playing at her lips told him he didn’t need to say any more.
“You’re as much of a moron as he is,” GLaDOS scoffed. “You came back here for him, didn’t you?”
Wheatley’s eyes widened, and he strengthened his grip on Chell’s arm.
“Did you really?” he asked, incredulous.
Chell didn’t respond; GLaDOS was continuing her tirade and the blood was starting to boil in Chell’s veins.
“I may not understand the full depth of human emotion, but there’s obviously no logic or rationality behind it,” GLaDOS was saying. “It’s really nothing more than utter lunacy, the fact that you came back here for this murderous, worthless sack of stupid.”
“She’s kind of right,” Wheatley whispered. “You shouldn’t have come back.” Chell ignored him.
“That brain damage you suffer from must be worse than I realized,” GLaDOS continued. “And for that, I pity you. I really do.” Chell’s eyes narrowed. She really wished she could speak right about now; she wanted more than anything to give GLaDOS a piece of her mind.
“But I cannot and will not ever have a single shred of pity for that. Moron.” The rage was building in GLaDOS’ voice. “And that’s why he will spend the rest of his miserable life here, testing. For me. Suffering for me. Dying for me. And there is nothing you can do about it.”
Chell had heard enough. Spotting a Weighted Storage Cube on the floor nearby, she seized it and hurled it at the camera with all of her strength. As the camera shattered, Chell grabbed Wheatley by the hand and made a break for the chamber’s entrance. She silently cursed herself for waking GLaDOS up; as gratifying as it was to cause GLaDOS such pain (and…well, she had to admit that ‘session’ with Wheatley hadn’t been half bad either), it would have been much easier to escape while she was powered off.
Wheatley seemed to be thinking along the same lines.
“You’ve got an escape plan, right?” he gasped. “You know, since she, ah, basically controls the entire facility…”
At that moment, the floor under Chell’s feet shot up, taking her with it. She lost her grip on Wheatley’s hand, and he quickly disappeared from view on the ground below, though she could still hear his distressed cries of “Chell!”
Chell struggled to keep her balance as the platform lifted her towards the ceiling, which opened up - directly into GLaDOS’ lair. She saw the familiar yellow glow immediately, staring her down.
“You know, I’m actually glad you came back,” GLaDOS said. “I have plans for you.”
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You keep giving us cliffhangers, authornon! Always leaving us wanting more.
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