A/N: Some of you thought I was ending it with 10, didn't you? But Michael still dreams, and forgets.
Dislcaimer: Don't own it.
Day Eleven:
I run through the forest, my white hair catching on stray branches, but in my pursuit I cannot care. This human… she runs before me with such grace. I have never known so exhilarating a hunt. But it will come to an end, and I will feed upon her.
It is a shame that so fine a warrior should die, but she must. If I do not feed soon, I will become too weak to hunt again, and none of my companions are compassionate enough to take pity on me and help. They are my rivals, and would sooner see me dead than alive to prove myself superior. If I do not defeat this warrior, I will die.
Her feet, swift as a deer's, catch on a downed log. Her descent seems to slow time, and I watch as her determined features shift to shock and then fear before she hits the ground. I do not wish to feed upon her in such a manner. Only a prisoner should die down on the ground, quaking with terror.
But I do what I must to survive.
o-o-o
I watch in fascination as an Iratus Bug crawls up the side of a tree, its sharp claws devastating the trunk. There was little cause for me to fear; only a starving bug would attack a Wraith, and we were skilled in repelling them.
How could it be that a species such as ourselves had evolved from this creature? Grudgingly, I find myself grateful that humans existed, if only so that this ingenious animal could utilize their strengths to become something more.
The bug takes its leave, as do I.
o-o-o
Needles drawing blood and injecting a foul, burning substance in my veins. Human voices cry out while strong arms hold me down.
They will suffer! These foreign humans will die for what they inflict upon me!
o-o-o
I breathe a sigh of relief, stepping back from my work. The bridge of the ship appears no different, but beneath the surface, improved technology hums serenely. The dying systems, last replaced a century ago, were slow, unresponsive, and utterly inferior to their ultimate replacements.
It is rare that I can take such pride in my work, but I do now. My hive is small, true, but we are gifted with intelligence.
My queen was pleased when she heard just how precise the ship's maneuverability would now be; just how accurate our readings would become. To be in her favor is the greatest achievement one such as myself can hope for.
Pleased, I leave the bridge, and return to my quarters to rest.