THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO ARE GIVEN THE OPTION TO LIVE HOW THEY CHOOSE AND THERE ARE PEOPLE LIKE US. PEOPLE WHO WERE FORCED TO FIGHT IN ORDER TO SURVIVE. PEOPLE LIKE YOU AND I - WE WERE 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄.
( neteyam sully x fem!oc )
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FIRST BREATH.
━ ARTEMIS GASPED FOR AIR AT THE SUDDEN ABSENCE OF SUSPENSION FLUID. Her chest contracted as her lungs fought to collect as much air as possible. She could feel her heart beating in her ears and the rush of blood pumping through her veins.
She was alive.
Her face just barely surfaced above the substitute amniotic fluid that she floated in. The level of liquid was slowly decreasing which meant something had cracked the glass of the amnio tank. With her vision shrouded in darkness, Artemis could see little, but she felt everything. Her fingers and toes flexed to regain control from their previously vegetative state.
The teenage girl suddenly became acutely aware of the sound of gunshots and explosions as the gravity around her shifted. Artemis shrieked as the floor shook and the container began to roll. The glass around her continued to crack with every collision against the walls that surrounded her and more fluid escaped the tube.
With an abrupt stop, the opposite wall was torn open and the amnio tank rapidly rolled toward the light that poured in from the opening. Artemis's body dropped onto rough ground as the glass that surrounded her shattered.
The young girl groaned and shielded her eyes from the harsh change in light. Artemis winced as she rolled onto her side and glass dug into her skin. Her joints cracked when she lifted herself off the ground and was met with dozens of amber eyes staring at her.
Artemis looked down at her hands and was met with the sight of ten blue fingers. She blinked in realization of her circumstances. She had successfully transferred her consciousness and become a recombinant.
That's how I'm alive, but why am I not at Bridgehead City?
There were broken train carts on fire from fallen train tracks and mountains of metal rubble from exploded gunships. Crates of weaponry were pried open and the pungent smell of gunpowder and ash burned her nostrils.
Her eyebrows furrowed as she slowly spun around to see herself surrounded by Na'vi holding various weapons. They remained still and aimed their newly acquired weapons at her, threatened by the presence of the unknown human in a Na'vi body.
