Dance in the Dark
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1 through F › Avatar
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
5,739
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own James Cameron’s Avatar. It all belongs to him. I’m not making any money off writing this story either.
Chapter Two
Dance in the Dark
Flora_Winters
Disclaimer: I do not own James Cameron’s Avatar. It all belongs to him. I’m not making any money off writing this story either.
Summary: Can a true love survive destiny? Grace has a nephew and he’s sort of crazy. Don’t worry. He has good reasons. Language, MM, OC, Violence
Chapter Two
Kerry held a small rock in the smooth palm of his pale hand, looking it over with accusing blue eyes. The valuable mineral had been named Unobtanium, and what little he held in his palm could fund two years of higher education at almost any top university back on his dead planet.
The big men with their even bigger guns had taken Na’Vi lives in order to obtain what he now tossed up into the air and caught between both hands. (Well, not that piece. It is just a small chunk off an even bigger piece.) It made him begin to wonder who else had died, besides Tom, in order for him to be doing just as he was now doing.
The very air his lungs needed and the food he digested was being funded and paid for with the blood of a secret war. All of this had been made possible through exploitation and death.
For a moment, it was as though he could hear echoes of distant screaming. It chilled his blood and caused him to shiver down to his toes. The fine, near translucent hairs on the back of his neck and arms prickled and stood up. It was a feeling he didn’t like.
Kerry wasn’t stupid. He knew the truth, and he did listen, even though his aunt accused him otherwise all the time.
The Avatar Program was just an illusive smokescreen to make the RDA look good. It made the corporation look all shiny in the eyes of the governments funding the Pandora expedition. But, the real truth was; nobody but his aunt and her team gave a fuck about the Na’Vi and their goddamn trees. The real reason for the occupation of Pandora was to mine for profit and damn anyone or anything trying to prohibit that.
The more he thought and sulked on it, the sadder and more pissed off he slowly became. Tom had to have walked in on something darker than hell, and it had gotten his brains blown out the back of his skull. It was the only logical conclusion his disturbed mind could come up with.
He carelessly dropped the small hunk of crap back onto the metallic table with a clatter and turned away. It was all because of this stupid rock that he would never again feel Tom’s arms around him or taste his kisses upon his lips. All he could see was flesh torn apart by bullets and a thick pool of dark blood.
The memory of the smell had him put his hand to his nose and glare up at the ceiling. Tom had looked so empty and discarded. That which had made him Tom had no longer been present. That spark of life and feeling was forever gone and there was nothing he could do to bring it back.
He stomped his right foot down as hard as he could, and put his hand as tightly as he could over his mouth, in order to muffle his rage scream. The last thing he wanted was for someone to hear him. It wouldn’t do for him to scream and not be physically hurt upon discovery. He didn’t want to have to see the good doctor again. He was kind of creepy.
With his head lowered, he stalked out of his aunt’s personal quarters. She didn’t like for him being in there when she wasn’t around to keep an eye on him. His aunt had this thing about people touching things that didn’t belong to them. So, he had merely touched the rock. It belonged to no one. So, he had broken no rules. Let her yell at him and he would tell her so. She liked when he would fight with logic, instead of raw emotion.
“If you want to win,” she had once told him. “You must fight to the point where the other side can’t open their mouths without sounding as stupid as they look.”
That was why she was the doctor and everyone else licked her jungle boots. And if you were to really piss her off, she just made sure there was more mud to lick. She was just that kind of person. Dr. Grace Augustine didn’t get mad, she simply made you sorry and fearfully apologize for ever being birthed.
His stomach was full and he felt a little sleepy. He was happy that he had passed Norm’s quiz. His aunt would have very little to fuss at him about.
But, he was a mite bit upset over what that solider had voiced in the cafeteria. It still made his flesh crawl with a large amount of disgust. He was never going to step foot in there again, not until he had the power to make fools like that shit their pants in fear. He wanted to be able to simply look at a man and cause the bastard’s bowls to empty right on the spot.
He made his way back to his own little room and decided that it was now time for a bath. He felt dirty and didn’t like it at all.
Violet light washed over him when he opened up the door. He stepped on something and looked down. It was a small, white envelope.
He bent over and picked it up. He flipped it over, opening it with a quick tear.
It was from Norm.
You did really well today. All you have to do is study what you’re told and then do your best. Pay no attention to what those idiots said. They’ll probably be dead soon anyway. Accidents happen.
Also, your aunt told me that she would like for you to come to her lab later tonight. She has something she wants to tell you. I wanted to be the one to tell you, but she thought it would be best if it came from her first. It is nothing bad, depending on how you choose to look at it.
Study hard,
Norm
Kerry cocked a pale, thin brow. What the fuck was it now?
He quickly chose not to dwell on what his aunt had to tell him. It couldn’t be anything bad. He had done nothing as far as he could remember. Norm would have at least told him something, or at least warned him sooner.
It was probably something stupid. He would just roll his eyes and go on.
He dropped the letter onto his unmade bed, snatched up his plastic bag, and walked back out for a good wash and scrub. He made sure to lock his door behind him.
~*~
The almost round pool of water shimmered like a green jewel being held up to the light of a full moon. The pool’s edge was lined with strange yellow flowers with white centers, and the surface of the pool gently bubbled like soup over a low flame.
A beating of drums filled the perfumed air and there was a distant booming of deep thunder. He knelt down at the edge of the pool, amidst all the sweet scented blossoms.
It was dark, save for the emerald glow from the pool. The dense forest around him began to magically light up with many exotic and wild botanical colors he had never seen before. The green light caused his shadow to dance tall and alien.
He carefully leaned over the edge, reaching slowly down to feel the water with his hand. He never made a sound when a large hand rose out of the green light, gently snatching hold of his wrist. He simply smiled and allowed himself to be pulled in and under.
~*~
Kerry blinked his eyes and slowly lifted up his head. He was still in the tub.
He stretched out with a soft yawn and just sat there, looking down at the white hair between his legs. Even the downy fine hairs on his legs were pale as snow. It made him wonder what Tom would think if he were here to see him now.
Tom would probably tease him about trying to be a fair haired Snow White and toss a manufactured crimson apple right at his head. The impact would knock him out and Tom would have to kiss him more than once in order to bring him to.
He shook his head. It was a fantasy that would never happen.
The water was beginning to cool and he carefully stood up. The tub could sometimes get break-neck slick. He reached for his blue towel and began to dry off.
His aunt had demanded this little bath be made just for her back in the day. A woman like her needed her privacy. He now got to use it as well, as long as he cleaned it afterwards.
He put fresh clothes on and headed back to his room with his pack slung over his shoulder. He was going to read a book until it was time to go see the great and terrible Botanist of Pandora. He loved the title of the old book, too.
Poison: A Little Lady’s Guide
“Just a spoonful of arsenic helped put my abusive husband down. It was a mercy killing. Really! Well, it was far better than giving him forty whacks and getting his blood all over my nice carpet, let me tell you. What? What do you mean? You don’t believe me? Is this the face of a lady who would lie to you? I was merely thinking about the carpet.”
Oh, he howled with laughter. And then he turned the crinkled page.
To Be Continued…
Author Note: Hello, everyone. Thank you so much for your reviews. They mean so much to me. I’m really having fun with this story. I can’t wait for my survival guide to come in. I’m also going to order the jewelry as well.
-Flora
Flora_Winters
Disclaimer: I do not own James Cameron’s Avatar. It all belongs to him. I’m not making any money off writing this story either.
Summary: Can a true love survive destiny? Grace has a nephew and he’s sort of crazy. Don’t worry. He has good reasons. Language, MM, OC, Violence
Chapter Two
Kerry held a small rock in the smooth palm of his pale hand, looking it over with accusing blue eyes. The valuable mineral had been named Unobtanium, and what little he held in his palm could fund two years of higher education at almost any top university back on his dead planet.
The big men with their even bigger guns had taken Na’Vi lives in order to obtain what he now tossed up into the air and caught between both hands. (Well, not that piece. It is just a small chunk off an even bigger piece.) It made him begin to wonder who else had died, besides Tom, in order for him to be doing just as he was now doing.
The very air his lungs needed and the food he digested was being funded and paid for with the blood of a secret war. All of this had been made possible through exploitation and death.
For a moment, it was as though he could hear echoes of distant screaming. It chilled his blood and caused him to shiver down to his toes. The fine, near translucent hairs on the back of his neck and arms prickled and stood up. It was a feeling he didn’t like.
Kerry wasn’t stupid. He knew the truth, and he did listen, even though his aunt accused him otherwise all the time.
The Avatar Program was just an illusive smokescreen to make the RDA look good. It made the corporation look all shiny in the eyes of the governments funding the Pandora expedition. But, the real truth was; nobody but his aunt and her team gave a fuck about the Na’Vi and their goddamn trees. The real reason for the occupation of Pandora was to mine for profit and damn anyone or anything trying to prohibit that.
The more he thought and sulked on it, the sadder and more pissed off he slowly became. Tom had to have walked in on something darker than hell, and it had gotten his brains blown out the back of his skull. It was the only logical conclusion his disturbed mind could come up with.
He carelessly dropped the small hunk of crap back onto the metallic table with a clatter and turned away. It was all because of this stupid rock that he would never again feel Tom’s arms around him or taste his kisses upon his lips. All he could see was flesh torn apart by bullets and a thick pool of dark blood.
The memory of the smell had him put his hand to his nose and glare up at the ceiling. Tom had looked so empty and discarded. That which had made him Tom had no longer been present. That spark of life and feeling was forever gone and there was nothing he could do to bring it back.
He stomped his right foot down as hard as he could, and put his hand as tightly as he could over his mouth, in order to muffle his rage scream. The last thing he wanted was for someone to hear him. It wouldn’t do for him to scream and not be physically hurt upon discovery. He didn’t want to have to see the good doctor again. He was kind of creepy.
With his head lowered, he stalked out of his aunt’s personal quarters. She didn’t like for him being in there when she wasn’t around to keep an eye on him. His aunt had this thing about people touching things that didn’t belong to them. So, he had merely touched the rock. It belonged to no one. So, he had broken no rules. Let her yell at him and he would tell her so. She liked when he would fight with logic, instead of raw emotion.
“If you want to win,” she had once told him. “You must fight to the point where the other side can’t open their mouths without sounding as stupid as they look.”
That was why she was the doctor and everyone else licked her jungle boots. And if you were to really piss her off, she just made sure there was more mud to lick. She was just that kind of person. Dr. Grace Augustine didn’t get mad, she simply made you sorry and fearfully apologize for ever being birthed.
His stomach was full and he felt a little sleepy. He was happy that he had passed Norm’s quiz. His aunt would have very little to fuss at him about.
But, he was a mite bit upset over what that solider had voiced in the cafeteria. It still made his flesh crawl with a large amount of disgust. He was never going to step foot in there again, not until he had the power to make fools like that shit their pants in fear. He wanted to be able to simply look at a man and cause the bastard’s bowls to empty right on the spot.
He made his way back to his own little room and decided that it was now time for a bath. He felt dirty and didn’t like it at all.
Violet light washed over him when he opened up the door. He stepped on something and looked down. It was a small, white envelope.
He bent over and picked it up. He flipped it over, opening it with a quick tear.
It was from Norm.
You did really well today. All you have to do is study what you’re told and then do your best. Pay no attention to what those idiots said. They’ll probably be dead soon anyway. Accidents happen.
Also, your aunt told me that she would like for you to come to her lab later tonight. She has something she wants to tell you. I wanted to be the one to tell you, but she thought it would be best if it came from her first. It is nothing bad, depending on how you choose to look at it.
Study hard,
Norm
Kerry cocked a pale, thin brow. What the fuck was it now?
He quickly chose not to dwell on what his aunt had to tell him. It couldn’t be anything bad. He had done nothing as far as he could remember. Norm would have at least told him something, or at least warned him sooner.
It was probably something stupid. He would just roll his eyes and go on.
He dropped the letter onto his unmade bed, snatched up his plastic bag, and walked back out for a good wash and scrub. He made sure to lock his door behind him.
~*~
The almost round pool of water shimmered like a green jewel being held up to the light of a full moon. The pool’s edge was lined with strange yellow flowers with white centers, and the surface of the pool gently bubbled like soup over a low flame.
A beating of drums filled the perfumed air and there was a distant booming of deep thunder. He knelt down at the edge of the pool, amidst all the sweet scented blossoms.
It was dark, save for the emerald glow from the pool. The dense forest around him began to magically light up with many exotic and wild botanical colors he had never seen before. The green light caused his shadow to dance tall and alien.
He carefully leaned over the edge, reaching slowly down to feel the water with his hand. He never made a sound when a large hand rose out of the green light, gently snatching hold of his wrist. He simply smiled and allowed himself to be pulled in and under.
~*~
Kerry blinked his eyes and slowly lifted up his head. He was still in the tub.
He stretched out with a soft yawn and just sat there, looking down at the white hair between his legs. Even the downy fine hairs on his legs were pale as snow. It made him wonder what Tom would think if he were here to see him now.
Tom would probably tease him about trying to be a fair haired Snow White and toss a manufactured crimson apple right at his head. The impact would knock him out and Tom would have to kiss him more than once in order to bring him to.
He shook his head. It was a fantasy that would never happen.
The water was beginning to cool and he carefully stood up. The tub could sometimes get break-neck slick. He reached for his blue towel and began to dry off.
His aunt had demanded this little bath be made just for her back in the day. A woman like her needed her privacy. He now got to use it as well, as long as he cleaned it afterwards.
He put fresh clothes on and headed back to his room with his pack slung over his shoulder. He was going to read a book until it was time to go see the great and terrible Botanist of Pandora. He loved the title of the old book, too.
Poison: A Little Lady’s Guide
“Just a spoonful of arsenic helped put my abusive husband down. It was a mercy killing. Really! Well, it was far better than giving him forty whacks and getting his blood all over my nice carpet, let me tell you. What? What do you mean? You don’t believe me? Is this the face of a lady who would lie to you? I was merely thinking about the carpet.”
Oh, he howled with laughter. And then he turned the crinkled page.
To Be Continued…
Author Note: Hello, everyone. Thank you so much for your reviews. They mean so much to me. I’m really having fun with this story. I can’t wait for my survival guide to come in. I’m also going to order the jewelry as well.
-Flora