Prologue
My eyes felt strained, my hands numb, and my feet cold. I could feel my arms and legs grow weak. My head felt heavy and hot, my back sore. My heart raced, my blood flowed fast and my mouth twitched.
Standing in the pile of knocked out, armored bodies scared me; yet all the same exhilarated me. Blood and mud was plastered across my violet armor. I couldn't see out the left side of my visor with how many times it had been beaten. I reached up and started to pull off my air-assault issue helmet.
A loud pop and my curly, black hair tumbled free down my neck. I wiped sweat out of my brown eyes and took a deep breath. I tucked my hair behind my ears and took a look around. I could hear the sounds of some of the men and women below me stir.
"You win again Liz… Now, will you help me up?" A man below in blue armor asked me.
"Oh but James, you were the first to fall. I think you've rested enough to get yourself up." I said with a cheeky smile as I extended a hand to pull him up. My arm almost gave out from his weight. "Man James, you need to lay off the chips!" I laughed.
He took his-Recon issue-helmet off and I couldn't help but stare into his amber eyes. He wiped sweat off his brow and ran his hand through his golden hair. I looked away from his eyes, I knew he was smiling.
Then I started to climb out of the pile of bodies, James right behind me. A man groaned with pain where his elbow was twisted back and his knee was bent the wrong way. A women in white armor looked like she was wearing a deep red, but it was all blood smeared across her armor. She didn't even flinch as James took a wrong step and his foot landed on her right arm.
After about a minute of trying to get out of the several bodies on the ground, we finally made it out of the twenty armored bodies. I opened a door that was now unlocked and together we entered a clean room with several medical stations, doctors and researchers waiting for us.
"Liz, you certainly have gotten stronger." The closest one said as he took James helmet and began to repair the cuts on his face. Another comes up to me and simply looks at me and walks away while a researcher takes my helmet for repair. I laughed to myself. Though my body hurt it was only from the exertion of the battle, not any wounds; though I was handed a large bottle of water.
I could feel James's amber eyes staring at me while three doctors worked on patching him up. I watched several doctors go into room we just came out of. I lost track of them after fifteen. I smiled wide at that.
After an hour, I was sent to my quarters to rest. My body felt like dead weight by that time. The moment I landed on my bed, I was out. Dreaming of fighting monsters, I couldn't tell what they were, but they were evil and out to destroy us. They were blobs in my dream, shapeless evil. But when I woke up, I knew that wasn't just a dream, something was going to happen…
