THE RETURN OF URBAN FICTION! Created 18 years ago2005-12-27 10:57:18 UTC by monster_urby

Hey guys. This is another of my fan fiction threads but this time the story really will depend on you. Below are three introductions to 3 different stories. The first is based on HL2 the second on HL1 and the third is of my own creation entirely. Only one of the stories will continue. Which one is up to you. From there on it will continue like my last story as a multiple choice story.

You'd better be in a reading mood if your gonna check this thread out.

--HL2 related story--
--Norton's Blog--
--Day 1--
--The Revolution of City 12--

I remember the way the combine were on edge on the morning of the rebel uprising. There were more metrocops on the streets on this particular day than any other. Its like they knew it was coming. Why they didn't mobilize sooner I will never know. All I do know is that they were caught off their guard by the "Free Man."

Me and Boyd were waiting for our train to City 12 that afternoon when the reports of several, large scale attacks on outposts in City 17 came booming through on the stations announcment system. The messages were rushed and panicked. Combine guards started to shift around on their feet, uneased by the disturbing reports. Hell, they even started to attack citizens who so much as looked at them funny.

I remember watching as two grunts dragged a woman and her husband into a corner of the platform and opened up on them with their machine guns until the clips were empty. It was a truely horrific sight. The bodies were reduced to bloody pulp and the concrete walls around them were devasted and splattered with brain matter. Boyd didn't stand for it. He rushed at the two soldiers with a broken beer bottle he had found on the floor. I didn't even notice until he let out a howling cry. The conscripts both reloaded their weapons and fired rounds into his body. The shots ripped out of his back and shattered the cinder wall behind us. Blood sprayed into my eyes and I was blinded. I fell back against the wall and slumped down into a crumpled ball. I could hear the footsteps getting closer and I waited for the shots.

Suddenly there was a shuffling on the steps at the opposite end of the platform. A barrage of gunfire was fired in both directions until there were two loud thuds not far from where i sat. I wiped my eyes and waited for the smoke to clear. The two sentries were flat on the floor, blood pumping out of the gaping wounds in their bodies onto the tile floor. Sombody was approaching me with their hands outstretched. I grabbed their arm and climbed to my feet.

"Good to see we got one guy out of it." the figure said "Come on. You are now part of an operation to liberate City 11."

I remember thinking that I didn't wan to fight for their cause. I wanted to mourn Boyd's death properly, although the rebels used that against me too.

"Was he a friend of yours?" said another of the figures, kneeling beside the remains of Boyd's corpse.

"Yeah." I said

"Then you will fight to avenge him."

This guy had known me for less than twenty seconds and already he had taken charge of me. I understand that it is wrong to judge on a first impression but this guy wasn't even trying. As the smoke cleared I could see the men clearly. There were three altogether. The officer was stood in front of me. He looked pale and tired, while at the same time looking like he could make a combine elite cry. A scar ran down the side of his face from his lip to the left of his forehead, blinding the eye as it passed.

"That's quite a scar." I said.

"Antlions." He said. "Little bastards when they get up close."

At the time i thought that this was bullshit. All the stories I heard about the antlions resulted in one less man or woman. Nobody ever fought out on the outside and survived to talk about it. At least thats what we all believed. The truth was once you were out of the city walls there was no point going back.

"Captain Gregory McConnell." he said "We'll get you over to the base on the outskirts and get you into shape. Ok?"

"Yeah," I wanted to tell him to shove it up his arse but he looked like he would kill me if I tried anything. "sure thing."

"This is Private Larry Hoskins and Private Simon Bates."

He pointed over to the other men. Hoskins was the medic, he was looking over the remains of the bodies in the corner. Bates was the radio operator who was checking over his gear. He paused as he felt something in the side of the radio pack.

"Shit!" he yelled

He slung the pack from over his shoulder and looked at it close up. He threw the pack onto the floor. I hissed across the gritty floor before coming to rest at my feet. There was a bullet hole in the side spewing out smoke.

"Calm down private." McConnell piped up. "Just be sure to pick up another at the base."

"Yes sir."

"Jesus Bates." said Hoskins "Thats the third time this week."

"Hey fuck you Larry!" Bates was red in the face "I can count how many times my shit's been hit."

"Consider your self lucky Bates." McConnel interupted "It could have been your leg. Stop this squabbling anyway. Grab you gear and lets move out."
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--HL1 related story--
--Dr. Henderson's Blog--
--Day 1--
--The Big Day for Sombody Else--

I placed my empty coffee mug on the table. Opening up the spreadsheet that I had seen far to many times before I glanced at the clock in the corner of the screen.

"8.00am" I said. "Time to start again."

"What?" Peter was sitting behind me.

"Just thinking out loud." I said

I began the tedious process of punching the results of the previous nights simulation into the spreadsheet.

"Anti-Mass Spectrometer - 80%"
"Extra Boost (Must not exceed 100%) - 25%"

"---WARNING : Spectrometer Boosted to 105% Continue Y/N?---"

I wasn't even thinking when the message popped up on the screen. Surprised I glanced at the papers to check whether there had been a calculation error. Below the 25% boost was a small note penned in.

"25% increase authorized by Dr. W. Breen."

I continued somewhat cautiously. Pressing the keys very slowly.

"Sample Origin Sector? (Xen.1 - Xen.15)?"

Scanning the sheet I found the sample had come from 'Xen.9.' I continued, completely oblivious to what Xen was.

"Sample Reactivity - 100%"

"---WARNING : Possible Resonance Cascade Scenario! Continue? Y/N?---"

Again I scanned the sheet of paper.

"RCS safety protocol in place. Dr. W. Breen."

I had no idea what a resonance cascade was, being a level 1 tech, so I continued.

"---Simulation In Progress---"

The simulation process took at least 10 minutes everytime so I dashed to get another coffee. On my return a message was blinking on the screen.

"---Simulation Complete---"
"---Efficiency 100%---"
"---(Note that efficiencies do not include Cascade or Flux probability!)---"

"Hey," I turned to peter. "Check this out."

"Woah, Call Sector C!" he squeaked.

"Will do."

I phoned through to the Anomalous Materials Lab to tell them the good news. Finally after all these months the experiment could take place. The guy on the end of the phone was very excited.

"Great Scott!" he yelled "Thank you Docter Henderson!"

No sooner had I put the phone down there was a crackle and the power cut out.

"Great," said pete, his smile turning to a frown "looks like its gonna be one of those days."

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--Unrelated story--
--Sgt. Demalo Cashima's Story--
--6th March 2056--
--Clearing Out Ballerville--

Demalo looked out over the street, surveying the situation. Limbs and pieces of human carcass lay strewn across the cement floor, blood smeared in all direction by pure force or dragging. The creatures had made short work of the civilians in this part of town. He raised his bolt action rifle, the barrel up in front of his face, aimed at the sky. He reached round into his side saddle pack and pulled out his beyonet. He slowly clicked it into place just as somthing scuffled in one of the shops to his left.

"OH FUCK NO! PLEASE!" A man screamed for his life as he burst out of the front door of a chemist and ran towards Demalo. "PLEASE HELP ME!"

The windows of the chemist shattered as one of the beasts hammered itself through after its prey. It was one of the bigger ones. Its moist, armour plated back shimmered in the dim light as its six heavy legs rushed across the floor, its vertical mouth gnashing furiously. Even with Demalo's formidable accuracy the poor guy didn't stand a chance. Within seconds the creature was upon him, its antennae rattling in delight. His screams got even more high pitched as it took him into its jaws.

"ARGH! OH SHI-" With a loud crunch the creature slammed its jaws tightly around the guys head and torso

Demalo didn't even flinch as the guys body was mashed into paste and swallowed into the creatures hideous maw. His legs were left standing and slumped to the floor adding to the excessive carnage in the street. The creature looked up and raised its armour plated brow. It spotted Demalo at the end of the street, its single green eye glistening with the thrill of quenching the intence hunger these things carried. Another man was just another fresh meal. The rotting remains of the dead would be left for the scavangers later.

"Demalo?" His headset crackled into life "Whats the situation on Diamond Street? Over."

"One Flat Top." Demalo said "Nothing serious."

"Good. Finish it and get back over to the square."

"Roger."

The Flat Top was rattling its antennae again, ready for another quick feast. It rushed across the street, stepping over the decaying mounds of flesh and organs. Demalo didn't hesitate. He aimed down his sights. He fired a shot into the creatures head, it flinched but continued running. He flicked the bolt up, rejecting the empty shell, clicked it back and fired again. The bullet hit the creatures armoured brow, smashing through the pulsating eye. It stopped in its tracks and bolted back, falling onto its topside with its legs writhing in the air. Demalo ran up and jumped onto the stomach, plowing his beyonet between the chest plates into the soft heart. The Flat Top let out a scream as Demalo sliced the blade upwards into the throat severing several veins and creating a gushing fountain of green blood. The creature slashed and kicked furiously into the air. Then it began to calm and finally the limbs went limp.

Demalo stepped back onto the concrete street and turned towards the end of the street. Gunfire was coming from the square. He reloading his rifle and swung it round onto his back. He began running towards the square, his long leather coat flapping in the icy breeze. Nearly at the end of the street Demalo stopped. The ground was rumbling under his feet. It got more intence until Demalo could hear the sqeaking metal tracks of a mercinary tank just around the corner.

The Mercinary patrol came the end of the street. The 4 grunts marched in front of the tank. Their armour and urban camoflauged uniforms left absoltutly no skin on display. They were armour plated knights with glowing red eye lenses. The turned and spotted Demalo in the middle of the street and reacted in the only way that hardened mercinary drones knew how. They raised their weapons. One of them raised his hand to the radio panal on the side of his head.

"Come with us or you will be destroyed! Comply!"

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So there you go. This is a really long fuckin post. I'm shattered.

So the choices.

A) HL2 story

B) HL1 story

C) Urb's Story

happy voting.

B

B for the win.

ZOMG!

Oooo! there is gonna be a rivalry between the two fics.
And like internet gangwar over TWHL territories...yeh..

yah!!! B pwease!

B's looking to be the stronger competitor. Seems you all want to go back to the BMRF. Withdrawal symptoms methinks. A few more hours and I'll stop the vote.

Also note that because I get very little time to do these things with work (and soon University (Woohoo*)) I will be posting short bursts, which is good because it means more choice.

*Sarcasm

B

Sigh if I say B i'll be just like everyone else who seems to copy the upper post so A.

B, good job Urbanebula, looking forward to some more great reads. just don't let me end up writeing this one to

Jk

just don't steal my reader base, vote tally's been pretty low.

*M_Gargantua stares at Habboi

B for M_grag is already writing a story on Hl2

B!!!!

I know its taken bloody ages for me to post. This part was done about a week ago. Trying to access the net has been murder.

--Dr. Henderson's blog--
--Day 1--
--The system crash--

The automatic door squeaked and moaned against its rollers as it was opened by hand. A beam of light cut through the darkness as Peter returned to his desk with a flashlight.

"No lights out there either then?" I said, despite the fact that I already knew the answer.

"Well," he said, leaning backwards on his leather desk chair "Dr. Wilson says its probably just a power cut but I overheard somone say that the trams have stopped on the entire northbound sector of the facility."

"What about the Sector C Test Labs?" I asked, not really caring at all.

"I don't know. Nobody can get in touch with them." Peter turned his chair to face his blank computer screen. He placed the flashlight on his desk, shining onto the right hand side of his keyboard which created a line of black trapezium shapes on the wall on his left. He looked at them and smiled. Pushing his keyboard back he placed his hands infront of the beam of light and proceeded to amuse himself by making shodow puppets on the wall. "Mind you I doubt this experiment will be different from any other."

"What do you mean?" I asked

"We'll give them the technical data they need, some other guy will send the sample up, some bottom rate research assistant will help out with the practical work and the senior professors at Sector C will take all the credit." He slumped back in his chair and looked up to the ceiling. "We won't even know how it goes. They'll just call us up in 2 days time and ask us to do the same thing again."

"So basically you hate your job?" I said "You want to be higher up."

"Well yeah," Peter launched himself back up straight and stared me in the face. "Each month when I get my 3 days outside of this place I always go to this little bar down the road from my crappy apartment and there is always a couple of my best buddies there."

"So?" I said, waiting for the point of his rant.

"So," his tone was sharp "they all talk about the stuff they do all day at work or at home."

"So?"

"Would you give me a break and just listen?" Peter was obviously hung up on something. "I've lived in this underground laboratory for 329 days for each of the past 4 years. I type information I don't even understand from a sheet into a computer, call up some brainy science jockey to tell them what the computer tells me and then I hear nothing more of it. When my friends ask me what I do all day all I can say is 'I don't really know' and they always look at me like I'm a lunatic."

"If your unhappy just leave." It wasn't really helpful comment but its all i had.

"I tried that. I wanted to go into selling insurance." he said, his head was in his hands "When I told them I used to work at Black Mesa they basically said I was overqualified and that they couldn't afford to pay for my services. Nobody feels liable to take on an ex-BMRF employee because of the wages they pay here. Not even Micros-"

He was interupted by an electrical hum. The lights flickered back on and the computers beeped as they loaded the boot records.

"Hey." I said, in the light I could see his sad expression "Are you alright?"

"All I need is a change." he said "I want something different to happen someday. I want action and adventure."

"I know." I didn't know at all. I'd only been here for 6 months and the thought of working in a high security underground lab still excited me. It was just to put his mind at ease.

"I'm gonna take this thing back." He waved the flashlight as he got out of his seat and headed for the door.

I thought about what I could do.

A) Go with Peter and try and cheer him up

B) Let him go and sort himself out while the computers are booting

C) Get more coffee

D) Go and talk to Dr. Wilson and find out whats going on with the rest of the facility

(ok guys, remember that the disaster is imminant so wherever Henderson ends up in the next section will seriously affect his situation when it hits)

A).

a)
nice chapter Urb..

but one of the things you forgot to make Peter say in his rant was 'and why do we all have to wear these rediculous ties?!'

C) who says they are wearing ties?, they could be like that guy in Blueshift walking out of the laundry room, tieless

A. If he gets coffee He could get burnt if the ground shakes

but guards like coffee, maybe one will die and drop his gun

But maybe a gaurd may think hes a zombie if zombies start poping up and he might get shot

A)
The bevrege mechines don't work anyway so he can't get coffie. It might be dangerous to go to Dr.Wilson since there is going to be an explosion soon.

2 people are better than one, I would rather go with Peter so I'm not alone, bnecause what would you use as a decoy if there was no one else

A it is. Writing it tonight.

A nicely done chapter Urban

Noooo! I wanted to vote for the 3rd one. Nuts, ah well. Good stuff.

--Dr. Henderson's blog--
--Day 1--
--The system crash--

?Hey Pete.? I said, darting out of my chair. ?Cheer up buddy.?

?I?ll cheer up when I actually have an eventful day for once in my life.?

?Hey,? I said ?Careful what you wish for. For all you know an eventful day in Black Mesa could mean anything from an explosion to a chemical leak.?

?It would still make a change.?

We reached the security desk at the front of hour sector. The lobby of sector A was one of the most attractive. Much older than sector C, sector A was built when the facility had a bigger budget. The glass doors at the front led to the transit system and all day you could see people going back and forth on the trams through the windows. About half way from the door to the desk 2 structural pillars shot up from the floor into the ceiling. They were lined with marble tiles, which were as clear as a bathroom mirror. Where the floor would be cheap lino in sector C here it was tiled. Dark black tiles that always looked wet and reflected the entire room upside down.

Officer Mitchell, the guard behind the desk was on the phone. Dr. Wilson was behind him with a younger scientist, possibly another trainee. Mitchell put the phone down and turned on his swivel chair to face Wilson.

?Sector C says the systems there haven?t been affected. The experiment is already underway. They?re just waiting for their research assistant to get over there from the dorms.?

?Very well.? Wilson gestured the younger scientist over and they disappeared through the door to the left the desk back into the labs. The offices were through a door to the right.

?Got your flashlight Joe.? Said Pete, handing it across the desk.

?Oh, thanks buddy.? Mitchell looked up. ?What time are you on till??

?Six tonight.? Said Pete

?Catch me later and I?ll buy you a beer.? Mitchell?s face disappeared behind a copy of the Black Mesa times.

Suddenly the ground started to tremor. The lights hanging from the ceiling started to sway slightly. They flickered on and off.

?What the Hell?? I asked

?Probably just a tram going by. Happens all the time.? Mitchell said, not looking up from his paper.

?Wait,? Pete was looking at the Tram timetable. ?There isn?t one due to Sector A for 2 more hours for the lunch run.?

The ground shook again, more drastically this time. Green lights were flickering from outside the glass doors and a shadow bolted across the platform outside.

?What?s going on?? I asked

Another jolt and the marble tiles shattered off one of the pillars as it buckled, dropping dust from the concrete supports above.

?We gotta get out of here.? Said Mitchell as he darted up from his seat.

?Where can we go?? yelled Pete

A) Run to the tram platform

B) Run to the offices

C) Run to the labs

D) Stay put.

Short I know but I gotta get ready for work.

Try and find a Barney. I'm gunna say 'A' for the quickest and safest way for that, then 'B'.

I need more votes!

Oh and @seventh:

I'm gunna say 'A' for the quickest and safest way

Safest? ahem...

Green lights were flickering from outside the glass doors and a shadow bolted across the platform outside

Oh, right, they're right by the platform. Fine, go for the offices.

B Please.

B

B

B

B) Can't change it now!

B

C) make shit go boom!

B.

so this is where all my voters are

so this is where all my voters are

not guilty.

B it is but I'll have to write it tomorrow night (Friday) cos of work.

and while you wait cast a vote on mine, I need a tie breaker