Dance in the Dark

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 Six

Kerry stood before the glass window, watching a few of the avatars playing a game of ball with each other. Their movements were swift and their body language graceful. It made him wonder what it would feel like to wake up inside such a powerful and imposing form. Their muscles were sleek and their blue flesh was glossy from sweat and the humidity. It looked to be so warm and wonderful on the other side of the thick and confining glass.

One of the lone avatars spotted him watching and grinned at him with a hint of sharp fang. He knew the Na’Vi to have really long and sharp canines. Their teeth reminded him about one of the old books he had once read. It had been a tale about an immortal blood drinker known as Dracula. He would drink the blood of the living in order to stay young, handsome, and vital. It was the only way for the tragic character to survive in a world of glitz and shiny glam.

The avatar came up to the round window and pecked on it with a large blue hand. That hand could easily pick him up by his head and toss him for several yards. He knew how strong the hybrids were. It also made him wonder just how strong a pure Na’Vi was.

The blue face stuck a pink tongue out at him, making him feel as if he were some kind of caged animal in a long-ago-zoo. So, he gave the avatar the middle finger, cocking his head to the side with a grin of his own.

The avatar laughed, shaking his head. He wondered who the guy was. His aunt had so many trained people running about in blue skin these days.

Amber eyes sparkled in at him, due to the light from the alien sun. There was much amusement within those honey warm depths. It really made him begin to wonder who was walking about in that form.

Slowly turning away from all the fun and freedom, he made the sudden choice to go and see Tom’s avatar. He knew it wasn’t Tom, but it was the closest thing to be near to him. It was nice having one of his journals, but it wasn’t the same.

Making sure that the violet markings on his flesh were securely covered, he walked by another window, where an avatar was running on a treadmill and a female was jump-roping. They were talking and laughing with each other. He couldn’t hear them, because all the glass was completely soundproof.

His aunt had banned him from entering the lab where the avatar linking machines were. She had done this because she had feared he would touch a shiny, flashy button out of morbid curiosity, and royally fuck something up. So, he had no clue who most of the people in the avatar program were.

He just knew that most of these people were used for fieldwork and interacting with the locals. Even though interacting with the locals was now a thing of the past. People tend to get pissed the fuck off when you shoot at them.

Coming to another window, he stopped for a moment. Inside was an avatar playing with a baby hexapede. It was one of the most beautiful animals he had ever seen.

The six-legged blue deer was eating out of the female avatar’s hand, even allowing her to hold it like a small child would a robot puppy. It was the cutest thing ever and his heart yearned to hold it as well. He wanted to play with it, too.

He looked down at his feet and wanted to sigh, but quickly thought against it. He knew what would happen if he did. A deep depression would rapidly sink in and he would get nothing done.

He was struggling to build up some walls, in order for him to stand as strong as possible for when Tom’s twin arrived. He wanted to be able to look into those same eyes and not flinch away in horror.

He just hoped meeting Jake wouldn’t throw him off his sudden guard. The walls he was constructing around himself were made from numbing ice. If he became like the ice, then he wouldn’t feel anything. He didn’t want himself to feel anything when he finally had to come face to face with the mirror image of his murdered lover. It was hard enough just going and seeing the alien form Tom would have worn when out in the wild jungle beyond the metal gates of Hell.

Walking into the empty lab, the only sounds were the mild humming of machines and the soft echo of water, when one of the hybrids moved in their endless dreaming. He slowly walked up to the large tank, gazing deeply into the alien blue face of Tom’s avatar.

This would be the body Jake would wear. Tom’s avatar would be filled with his brother’s spirit and be able to open its eyes and move about.

It all suddenly felt so terribly wrong. This was Tom and someone else was going to be wearing what was left of him.

That painfully handsome face turned to him with closed eyes. It was like gazing in at a ghost.

The long, muscular legs kicked a little bit, making the large feet twitch. His eyes followed the light blue stripes, studying the different patterns in which they made.

Long hair, darker than a black sky, billowed about like strands of liquid midnight. He wished he could run his fingers through it. He wanted to touch the avatar, feel its warmth.

Removing his fitted glove, he put his pale hand up against the warm glass. The fluid inside was like that of body temperature. It was the same warmth as that of a woman’s womb.

“I want to go outside,” he whispered, looking away when the avatar’s front was completely exposed, showing off just how well endowed it was. “I wanted to go outside with you more than anything…”

He had wanted to know what it would have felt like to make love from within another body. He had wanted to feel the warm rays from the Pandora sun on the alien flesh he would have gotten to wear. He had wanted more than anything to just be with Tom out there.

Every time Tom had gone out into the jungle, he would stay behind and secretly pray to some god he didn’t believe in. It wasn’t the jungle that needed to be feared. He should have feared the “civilized” in this place.

He turned around and slid down the smooth surface, until he was sitting on his knees. He knelt his head, looking down at his pale hand, marked with violet poison. In the darkness of his shadow, his skin softly glowed.

It was cold.

He had been so warm once. Now, he felt so terribly cold. He was just a shadow, weakly glowing in a deeper shadow of what could have been a wonderful brightness.

He wanted revenge.

He wanted to run away and never come back.

That was what he wanted, but that was near impossible. The security checks were too tight. He’d never make it out without getting caught.

Turning around and looking up, he saw that Tom’s avatar had its long tail wrapped several times around both muscular legs. For a moment, his heart melted. It was so cute.

“Hey,” a sudden voice startled him, making him turn his neck so quickly it popped. “I thought I’d find you here.”

Norm was standing in the open door, looking at him with some concern on his tired face. He must have been up late all night again, working on the samples his aunt was sending back from being out in the field. She’d been out there for almost thirty hours now.

“Study time?” He asked, rising to his feet, rubbing his neck.

Norm nodded. “How are you feeling today?”

Kerry rolled up his sleeve, showing off the violet markings upon his flesh. “I didn’t need to turn the light on in the bath this morning. Just think of all the energy I saved.”

Norm snorted, stepping in. The door slid shut behind him. There was a look on his face.

“What?” Kerry asked, scratching the back of his head.

Norm smiled. “Would you like to see your avatar?”

Within that smallest of heartbeat in time, the near silent hammering in his chest was louder than thunder. He had no words. All he could do was nod his head.

His avatar was finally ready. He would soon be able to do what Tom could only write about in his journal.

Following Norm out the doors, he thought back to the entry he had read earlier this morning to the light of his own bioluminescence. He put the tips of his index and middle finger to his lips, smiling at the fond memory.

Tom’s written words came flowing back through his memory and he turned back just before the doors could close behind him. The sleeping avatar’s right hand was slightly raised, moving at if it were waving at him.

/This evening, I lead Snow White into the privacy of the gardens, where we talked among the blossoming trees. The boy walked the manicured paths, weaving in and out of dancing shadows like some kind of ghostly nymph.

I think green would be the best color on him. A dark and mysterious green. The kind of green that cloaks this beautiful rose’s sharp thorn that has mercilessly pricked the very core of my heart.

We talked for what felt like forever and then a tear fell from a blue star. I instantly wiped it away without thinking, tasting what once could have been a precious diamond from an endless ocean upon my tongue. It was the sweetest jewel I’ve ever tasted.

I pulled him closer, cupping a smooth cheek in the palm of my hand, placing a kiss under his left eye. Before I knew it, I was kissing him, and he had his arms around me, kissing me back with so much need it was scary. It was as if he were drowning, and I was a raft.

It felt so right.

I couldn’t let him go, but somehow he suddenly pushed away, breaking free from me. The look on his beautiful face was a mixture of happy radiance and fearful shadow.

A miserable note escaped from between his bee stung lips and he ran from me. I went after him without even stopping to think about what it might look like.

He was alone and Scarred.

He needed me.

He was running so fast and blindly.

He was swift and fast, but I caught him, holding his trembling and crying from as tightly as I could without hurting him. He spun around in my embrace, throwing his arms around my neck, holding me even tighter.

I could barely breathe as he wept against my hammering chest.

In my heart, I’m so happy.

He’d ran to me./

Kerry blinked, realizing he was waving back. His eyes were stinging.

The door slid shut.

Norm reached for his hand, putting the glove back on him.


To Be Continued…

Please review and tell me what you think. I’m sorry it took so long to update. So, here you go.

--Flora