Sirens blared their head-splitting tone. Red lights along the ceiling flashed. A white blur zoomed across the monitor screen.

"Subject 2847 is heading to the East Wing," a voice informed over the loudspeakers.

2847 ran as fast as she could. The layout of the Laboratory Facility Building projected in her mind like a movie at the theatre. She did a sharp turn, not bothering to slow down to go round the corner. The sound of her heart thundering in her ears made it hard to hear.

The sound of rushing footsteps echoed into the hall she was in, bouncing off the deadend. She pressed her furry body against the cold wall, wrapping her tail around her leg.

An army of guards - all clad in dark armour and carrying large guns - ran past the hall. They weren't even bothered about stopping to check it. Once the guards were gone, 2847 let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. She poked her head out from around the wall. Her wolf-cat like ears flicked around to catch any sound.

Nothing besides the deafening sirens.

A smirk spread across her dark rose coloured muzzle. 2847 sprinted back the way she came. She knew her new plan would work… at least… that's what she hoped.

Subject 2847 kept running, taking all the routes that didn't have any cameras, until she got to the Northern Port.

She paused, her magenta eyes scanning the place for a suitable spacecraft. When her eyes landed on a dark silver ship, she ran over to it. The loading ramp was automatically opening when she got within a few feet of the ship.

"Subject 2847 is in the Northern Port," that same voice informed, "I repeat! Subject 2847 is in the Northern Port!"

The ramp was only half down when she leaped into the ship. She hastily pressed a button as her brown knee-high cargo boots hit the floor. As 2847 ran to the cockpit at the front of the ship, the ramp began closing again. When she reached the console, she flicked switches and pushed buttons. She knew how to fly a ship; that's one of the things she was modified to do.

Sweat trickled down her white-furred face. Her eyes stung. She growled, wiping her brow with the back of her hand.

"C'mon," she mumbled in her English accented voice, "Attempt 2,847 is the charm!"

The engines roared to life, sending a smooth vibration throughout the hull.

"Yes," she shouted.

"Subject 2847! I order you to stop!"

2847 looked over to the Port's huge doors. There stood the army of guards. In front of them was a man - a humanoid being with black horns and rough red skin. His black eyes stared into hers.

She shook her head and laughed. She put on one of her favourite songs, "Fight Song" by Rachel Patten, playing it through the ship's external speakers.

She plonked herself in the pilot's seat. She grabbed hold of the controls.

"This is my fight song,Take back my life song,Prove I'm alright song," she sang as she guided the ship off the ground.

"My power's turned on,Starting right now, I'll be strong,I'll play my fight song,And I don't really care if nobody else believes,'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me!"

Subject 2847 punched the controls forward, catapulting her off into space.

Some of the guards began shooting at the ship, though it was already gone. The red-skinned male held up his hand. The shooting stopped.

"Let her go."

"But, General Vex-"

"That ship has a tracker on it," Vex said slyly, "Follow her. We will show her what happens when you disobey orders." A crooked, evil smile spread onto his face, "Get to your ships. Let's go have some fun."

*

2847 sighed deeply as she cruised through the open space of the galaxy. All her life she had been trapped there. She thought she knew what she wanted to do, but, now that it came down to it, her mind had been wiped clean.

She put the ship's autopilot on, sitting back in her chair. Her magenta eyes glittered like the stars as she stared out into space - the brown around them bringing out their colour. All she knew was the inside of that Facility. She had never seen beyond its grey and white walls. If she was asked to describe the beauty of her new surroundings, she wouldn't be able to find the words.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded. 2847 nearly jumped out of her seat. A blue holoscreen popped up from the console. A fleet of red dots were coming up behind… and fast!

2847 swiped the screen to the side, "Damn it, 2847! Why did you think you could escape these fools?!"

She turned autopilot off and grabbed the controls. While punching them forward, she looked for any signs the ship had weapons.

Nothing.

"Of course you grab the only stupid ship in the whole bloody fleet that has no weapons," she scolded.

While it was still scanning, 2847 found something. She had to do a double take. A dim yellow light flashed under the console. She quickly ducked her head to see. When her eyes landed on the small metal device, she quickly sat up again, hitting the back of her head in the process.

She growled in frustration, "A tracker?! You've got to be kidding me!"

"Enemy Ships Have Locked Weapons" the ship's mechanical voice announced.

"Fudge nuggets!"

BOOM!

The ship shuddered at the various explosions on the shields. 2847 cringed.

"Shields at 25%"

Her eyes went wide, her pupils narrowed as her ears drooped in fear.

"Great! Now I'm gonna bloody die," she shouted shakily, "Thanks a lot, General!"

BOOM!

"Shields at Critical Levels"

2847 knew what she had to do. She quickly brought up the interstellar comms, turning on her distress beacon.

"Hello?! Can anyone read me," she yelled over the explosions, "My coordinates are Q29.E47.S2! Repeat, Q29.E47.S2!"

A dark, spine-chilling laugh came over her speakers. Her dark rose-tipped ears flattened in defeat. Her aqua hair fell over her right eye as she hung her head.

"Why do you call for help," General Vex sneered, "It is pointless. If you wanted to leave the Facility, you could've asked. I would've gladly killed you there."

2847's eyes pricked with tears. She sighed as she slid down the wall, her dark blue jacket going up her back, taking her black singlet with it. She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her bushy tail around her legs. She fiddled with one of the many pockets on her black, near-skin-tight pants.

"You can change your mind if you wish. I will give you til the count of three… one. Two…"

2847 shook her head, a tear rolling down her cheek, "I'd rather die than to go back there."

"Three," General Vex continued, "Time's. Up."

The last thing she heard was the metal hull being blown apart.