[hider=Misson rating F]Krysthane sat in her hospital bed staring out the window dully. How had it all gone so wrong? It had been their last mission before graduating, their final senior mission. It had been just an A rank mission, not a cakewalk but nothing they weren't ready for. Exterminate a pack of grim that was getting dangerous. A long ride in a helicopter and they'd dropped right into the forest, all they had to do was follow the path of destroyed foliage. They rushed in, attacking in their normal formation against groups of grim. Laughing and joking as they killed them. They'd never seen it coming.

Krsythane looked at her broken legs, her arm with its shattered bones, never to be used properly again. She'd been told she'd barely be able to walk, her days as a hunter were over before they even began. Krsythane looked at the keen edge of the scapel she held with her one good hand, attached to an arm encrusted in a cast. She'd held all their lives, and dropped them. The scapel quickly [i]snicked[/i] through the tubes attached to her body and they fell to the ground limply, dripping liquid onto the floor. Seconds later a quiet beeping sound began, one that would alert someone to come help her, but far too late. The scalpel blade lightly touched the skin of her neck, trembling ever so slightly, guided awkwardly by her wrapped arm. Why didn't they know to stop her? It didn't matter. She never should've made it out anyway. 

One gentle push and the green hospital gown was quickly stained the same deep red as her hands had been since she'd left that mission. Her eyes stared at the red flowing liquid, for some reason it didn't hurt at all. There was just an overwhelming sense of relief. This was her last mistake, she didn't have to worry about it anymore. Nurses rushed in too late to do anything. Krysthane watched them with her dying eyes, no light left them, for the light had left when her team mates did. Maybe if she was lucky, it would join them.[/hider]