First Mission
"Eeeee!"

Her feet clicked. Echoed. Carried her.
She moved down the great steel hallways with great agility and precise movement. The smell of roast alien hovered. Filled with adrenaline. Blood pumping stronger than ever. I walked down the tunnels. Watching, waiting, listening. Searching, for something – but what? I had just heard it, like it stood beside me. It fled. Now I hunted it. It was my prey. It was mine.

The clicking grew to a faster rate. She was running. Each breath stronger, and louder than the last. Closing the gap.

The end of the tunnel. Five doors.
She walked to one. Slowly, pushed it open. Peering through the small crack separating the wall from the door. Darkness. No light. Nothing to guide her. She opened it fully, and entered the room. Using the light from the room she just came from, she made her way further.

Scratches. Rapid feet movement. They were running. She aimed her weapon. Pulled the trigger. Four shots later, they covered her. With great disgust, she wiped them off. Clearing her visor to see.
More feet ran down. She followed, keeping tabs on the noises. Waiting for the perfect moment to make the attack. Hoping they didn't know she was there. Quietly, noiselessly, and swiftly. She followed the sounds.

Hidden away in a corner, they listened to her. Watching her. Their eyes darting, preparing. Claws out, saliva dripping from their fangs. They waited for her. The moment also upon them. They watched her breath fog the lens. The way her eyes staring, pupils narrow, darting, fear filled within them. They heard the faint whimper, the soft cry, and the scared child within.
Feet from them she was. They were hunting. Not her. The claws, and fangs, were ready. The strike was now!

The claws pierced her body like razors. The blood trickled down her face. The eyes of a child wide and narrow. The pain etched onto the face, frozen in time.
Her limp body fell. Lying cold, and hard on the floor. Memories flooded her mind. Thoughts, and hopes. Wishes, and wants. Needs, and fears. Just as the memories, the blood oozed out. The golden suit, tarnished red. The fearful green, cracked.
Her eyes slid closed. Her world became dark. The sounds drifted silently away.

Whispered voices. Muffled sounds. My eyes opened slowly, and the pain rushed onto me. Like a needle piercing my side, it ran, unidirectional up my body. The pain now became overwhelming. I could hear voices, yelling. They called out, but no one seemed to answer. The pain now blinded me, a silvery silence passed across my eyes.

"She was a lucky one, that one there."

I could hear them talking. Realizing my life. I sat up. A white room, no color, what so ever. I could feel my heart racing. My blood pumping twice that of normal. They all seemed to not notice me. Was I alive? Or dead? Would I ever see my beloved Adam again?

Had this first mission been a mistake?