InvaderKali

The sun rose again, continuing it's never-ending cycle across the sky, mindless of the new struggle that came with it. Lily had stopped crying some hours ago but still lay on the bed, her shoulders and hips aching from the awkward position, her blankets stained with tears and blue face paint. She was late, and it was getting later. Wordlessly she rolled off the bed and stumbled into her small bathroom to scrub her face in the cracked, stained sink. She dressed mechanically, shrugging on her pack and shaking out her hair, the ornaments in it clicked together quietly, as though desperate to break the silence. Johnson Nash said nothing as he ha

"No offence, but I don't play well with others." Immediately Steve's hackles raised, and he looked Tony up and down, his eyes lingering for a moment on the glowing device in his chest. "Big man in a suit of armour. Take that away, what are you?" He asked. "Uh." Tony pretended to consider it. "Genius billionaire playboy philanthropist" He finished with a smirk. Thor stood to the side, watching the men bicker, and chuckled. Tony, Always happy to have an audience, gave Steve another self confident grin and turned his back on the Captain. It wasn't in Steve's nature to start a fight, but his nerves were still raw with the realisation he wasn't

Again Lily's dreams were restless, and again she was back in that awful swamp. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, the memories of her last dream frighteningly vivid in her mind. For a moment she wondered if she should move, or stay where she is, if she walked she didn't know where her feet would take her. But if she stayed still…She didn't know what fate would bring to her. She stood her ground. It was /her/ dream, she was completely aware of that, and if it was her own mind should she not be safe? It was this thought that kept Lily where she was, even as goose bumps raised on her arms and the cold seeped between the meta

For once Lily's dreams were quiet, if still somewhat unsettling, but it was a welcome change from the visions of death and blood she often suffered. She was waist deep in cold, murky water. Green sludge clung to her legs and clothes and thick mud pulled at her feet, sometimes past her ankles, threatening to drag her under should she stop too long. For some time she only walked, there seeming to be no end of the water that chilled her to the bone and left stinking, oily residue on everything it touched. Finally she found dry land, but the chill of the water was only replaced by the chill of the wind and thick wet fog that wrapped around her l

Rivet City. It may have been a safe haven away from the eyes of the Enclave, but to Lily it was only another prison. The thick metal walls hid the inhabitants but subsequently hid the outside world. The open space, the sky. It reminded Lily too much of Raven Rock, and she had began to suffer from claustrophobia and had recurring nightmares in which she was dragged back to the labs to suffer further horrors that she didn't dare imagine in her waking thoughts. She never ventured far from the area known as the Weatherly Hotel, she could see the looks the residents gave her, their hushed whispers wherever she travelled. Already her caps were dwi

Enclave Scientist William Anderson stood proudly, if somewhat nervously beside the oversized water tank. The water was murky, only revealing a dark shape that glided easily though it, Lakelurk in shape, but those were only found in the Mojave wastes. And the shape was far too small, too lithe. "The creature was created usingThe Human Acceleration Project. We took the-" Autumn interrupted the scientist with a wave of his hand. "Show me." He ordered, his southern drawl giving him a irritated, almost bored, tone. William nodded, coughing quietly as he adjusted his tie, then rapped sharply on the thick glass. The shape paused in its lazy circle

-Power up initiated- "Okay! Don't panic! Alright, stop panicking!" Wheatley cried, clearly frantic with fear. "I-I can still stop this. Oh, there-There's a password…" Chell stood frozen as she watched the machine reassemble itself, only vaguely aware of Wheatley and his futile attempts to hack the password. Sweat dripped off his forehead as he battered keys and mumbled to himself. A wall suddenly slammed up around them as a mechanical voice intoned from nowhere -Power up complete- Wheatley audibly gulped and jerked his hands away from the keyboard. "…Okay, okay okay. Listen, alright. New plan. Act natural. Act natural, we've don

A small cynical grin tugged at Chell's lips as she shifted the weight on her back. She felt light breaths on her neck, yet the constant chirring and whirring of electronics had only quietened, not silenced completely as Wheatley slept. Again she started to lose herself in thought, it was clear the 'man' wasn't completely human, yet nor was he completely a machine. He breathed, felt pain and clearly had emotions. He was SLEEPING, and not in a standby mode way of sleep, if the quiet mumbles in her hair were anything to go by. Unless it /was/ a standby mode, and he was simply programmed so well. GLaDOS was a machine, but the way she had bullied

The moon reflected on the water of lake Mead, illuminating the ripples and small waves that lapped at the edges. Lily perched on a boulder, hugging her knees, ankles crossed as she stared out at the water, lost in thought. She would never swim again. She didn't fully understand it herself, something about the implants, too heavy, she surmised, having very little knowledge of such things. She couldn't float, the weight of the artificial legs had almost dragged her to a watery grave the first time she had attempted it. So now she sat, numb, silently mourning another freedom lost at the hands of the Enclave. It was only after some hours she re