Stillness.
Stillness was the first thing she felt as she awoke to the sight of looking up into the blue, cloud-littered sky. What she experienced next was a horrendous pain that started to wrack her entire body. She wanted nothing more than to grit her teeth with sheer anguish, except her jaw, and most of the left side of her face, felt agonizingly contorted and... broken. Stretching her tongue out to at least her lips, she lapped up a sour liquid leaking from the side of her mouth that she quickly realized was blood. Normally she would be fine with tasting the stuff, but this blood was her own blood.
She was a half-mosquito, half-human mutant created by a man named Dr. Genus in a location known as the 'House of Evolution', and she knew that she had failed the mission she was assigned by her creator. Her mind felt blurry and distorted, but it soon began to remember back to how she got here, or, at the very least what her last thoughts were before she awoke in this strange place.
That blonde-haired cyborg-guy was the powerful, but ultimately unworthy opponent she was facing at her full, blood-bloated power, and she herself was zipping toward him through the air with speed to rival a bolt of lightning. She was about to put an end to his annoying existence with a gleeful, if not somewhat crazed smile painted on her face. She was about to win the day for Dr. Genus, as ordered.
Then a monstrous blow of some kind, one she didn't see nor notice was coming her way, hit her. And all had gone black.
Oh... why does my entire body hurt? she thought to herself sorely, before letting out a loud, lolling moan that broke the peaceful silence surrounding her. More feeling began to return to her, and with it came not only more pain, but some strength as well. Using what little energy she had to lift her damaged head, the Mosquito Girl managed to look around to discover what sort of surroundings there were to blanket her view, and saw she was sitting at the bottom of a large crater that stretched fairly wide. At the edges of the crater's circling top sat some trees with greenish leaves covering their branches, telling the unfortunate creature that she was probably in a forest somewhere. It was only when she looked down to her own self that her bloodshot eyes widened tremendously in pure shock.
Her entire, mostly-exoskeletal body, starting at the mid-stomach, was gone. Ripped straight off, and nowhere in sight. The force of the blow that struck her, whatever it was, must have been powerful enough to have rent her in two. Her legs, long and deadly in their own right, along with her blood-storing abdomen, had vanished. She tried to move her arms, but when her eyes shifted to the left and right, only then did she discover that those were gone as well, leaving shortened stumps in their wake.
The Mosquito Girl, limbless and helpless, simply sat there with only the moist soil and earth she lied upon, and the agony that burned throughout her body for company. She thought about screaming, if only to let the world know of her torment, but the genetically-induced instincts that rested within the deepest recesses of her mind told her how pointless of an action that would be, and she remained quiet. She knew she was far too weak to attempt and regenerate such a massive portion of her body, having spent most of her energy in that fight with the cyborg, and when she tried using her ailing mind to call out to any mosquitoes that had a chance of being within the immediate vicinity, of which to command to bring her fresh, rejuvenating blood, none heeded her, which could only mean she was too feeble to manage even that.
How utterly shameful... she thought to herself with a saddened sigh, the fullness of her predicament set upon her like a pack of hounds. Dr. Genus thought so highly of me. And I've... failed him! I've failed him, I'm broken in the middle of a place I do not know of, and I'm so very, very hungry. But... there is one thing I can do...
Mustering all the power within her weakened body that she could, and with an audible grunt, the Mosquito Girl managed to just roll herself over until she was off of her back, and on her chest. Pointing her head to the dirt with the small, black, retracted proboscis sticking from her forehead and in between the extra pair of compound eyes sitting there as well, it started to expand and stick into the ground. Like a digging tool, the appendage began to stab, push and shovel bits of dirt aside with every motion from her cranium until a person-sized hole had begun to take shape a few minutes later. From there, the mosquito girl began to inch her white-and-black body into it headfirst, and dug further until she knew she was at least a dozen feet below the earth.
She was going to enter an unmoving state of body and mind that would fully heal her with time, but would render her catatonic in the duration it took at well. She remembered Genus mentioning something about how he added such an ability to her just in case she sustained a near-mortal injury, and while she didn't pay that much attention to his complex words beforehand, it now appeared as though it would serve her well.
She allowed her animalistic instincts to take over from here, and what was left of her fragile form began to sift around for a comfortable spot in the deep, compact hole she was in. And once she was all set, just before entering her hibernation, before falling into the comatose state that would return her to full health, and before her eyelids closed a final time, her last sentient thoughts turned toward that wretched cyborg she was once meager moments away from destroying.
When I awaken, I'll finish the job, and redeem myself in the Doctor's eyes. A wicked grin managed to form itself on her shattered jaws, and she let out a small, girlish laugh. Hopefully, it will be soon... it will be soon... soon... soon...
And then, with a final burst of breath, the Mosquito Girl went still as darkness overtook her.