The scream of the trooper was horrifying. He was twisting on the floor and screaming for the sweet release of death. There was nothing I could do. The cause of this suffering was as clear as his scream: he was corrupted.
And, unfortunately, so was I.
But there was a difference: I was corrupted, but protected. But it was growing. Growing, eating me from the inside. I had to hide my face; it had changed. I couldn't recognize it anymore. This corruption, this fatal illness has been around for years. I wasn't the only one, though. It took my friends, too. But now I'm alone. Alone with this condition, this fever. It doesn't have a cure, it will kill me someday.
But before that, I must fight it. I must fight it because I'm the only one that can stop this. All my other friends...they are gone. It took them. That thing...it's an exact copy of me. It knows my moves, it knows my weaknesses, it knows me.
But now, I must face it, even if it kills me. It will kill me, anyway. It took the other bounty hunters. It will do the same with me. This feeling of dread, the feeling of impending doom. The feeling of no escape.
I must, for I am the bounty huntress, Samus Aran.
(This story is credited to a person called DarkMartio)