I'll be nice... (Colonel Quaritch X M! OC)

You are dead

His conscience faded in and out for a couple of uncomfortable minutes, until someone recklessly dropped him onto a smooth surface. The sudden cold sensation spreading on his back and along his tail made him blink awake within seconds. He pressed them back shut in an instant. It felt like had stared right into a thousand suns burning into his skull, his eyes aching even though he kept them close for another moment or two. Mil'hō exhaled slowly through his mouth, focusing his mind on staying as calm as possible, though his temple was still throbbing from the hit he had taken by the strange Na'vi on the dock. A lot more careful, shading his eyes with one of his hands this time, he attempted to take a proper glance around. It took his eyes nearly a minute to adjust to the burning brightness. Nearly a whole minute in which he was utterly defenceless against any predators that might be lurking behind those iron doors. In a fluent, almost ghostlike motion he raised his shaking body from the table he had been lying on. The room was utterly strange and had an unnerving effect on him. The walls were blank and kept in a dull tone of grey, except one of them was entirely taken up by a huge, mirroring thing in which Mil'hō could make out his own reflection. His entire body looked tense, his eyes narrowed to slits against the beaming light, his tail pinned backwards and his ears folded back hardly against his head. He looked like an animal that had been lured into a corner and was about to jump at someone's throat. While carefully crawling toward the door the young Na'vi's gaze wandered across the ceiling, which had evenly arranged headlights on every free spot installed into it, flooding the room with this scathingly blinding light. Mil'hō's face twitched in discomfort when finally reaching the door and carefully tracing its surface with his shaky fingertips to find some kind of handle to grip or button to press. Although his hands couldn't find anything on the clean surface the door gave out a quiet hiss before gliding upwards to reveal a group of sky-people dressed in white coats and equipped with a variety of devices whose use the Metkayina did not want to find out in any way, shape or form. His tail jerked from left to right a few times, nearly hitting one of the scientists in their misshapen face. It took him a while to realize that none of them were wearing those masks he had seen attached to their heads when they arrived at the Awa'atlu dock. They were able to breathe in this cell? Could he inhale their air without struggling? For now it seemed to be that way. However he wouldn't rely on this fact for much longer. His plan obviously included leaving this bright hell as quickly as possible. He let out an angry growl, baring his teeth at the sky people that were slowly retreating a few steps. The young Na'vi began pushing forward though the group. It took him only a few heartbeats to realise that they were not making space for him, when suddenly he was lifted from the ground by his shoulders. A single glance up at his captor made him squirm in his grip in an instant. "Get out. All of you! This thing won't hesitate to kill you if you gave it the chance", the man barked at the sky people in white, in the language the young warrior couldn't understand. The murderous tone in his voice however only made the Na'vi resist more, kicking in the tall man's direction with his tail whipping through the air in jagged, rough motions. Mil'hō hardly noticed how the scientists left the room, leaving both Na'vi alone together. His focus was mostly occupied by the rough hands that held onto him and did not seem like they would give him free too soon. The young boy didn't even care whether or not he hurt himself anymore as he brought up all the force he could gather to make a run for the exit that was still opened, probably because the tall man had to leave this cell at some point. He was not supposed to though. "Not so fast", the stranger finally growled in Na'vi just before grabbing Mil'hō by his neck and hurling him back on top of the table he had woken up on. The Na'vi could feel his tail being twisted in the wrong direction by his own weight with a disturbing crunching sound, forcing a painful hiss out of him. "Stay down", though he hadn't even made another attempt for flight yet, the man placed his hand right on his chest, pushing him down on the cold surface effortlessly. "I want to talk. For now", staring down at the hand holding him in place Takyùn's son finally grasped why he could barely understand this man even when he spoke in Na'vi. He was a demon blood. There was a human version of this monster lying in a machine somewhere. Just like Jake. All the stories he had ever been told about the war slowly crept back into the back of his conscience. There had been a particularly ruthless military man, that had nearly killed Jake Sully and his wife. He knew there had been. Shaking his head from side to side, he tried to get a grip on the dark blue hand. "My name is Colonel Miles Quaritch. I work with those science-assholes", Mil'hō's expression darkened. This name. He bit his tongue to swallow the quiet sobbing sound that grew in the back on his throat. Neytiri had killed this man. She had shot him with two very precise arrows. Everything Neytiri aimed at died. Mil'hō knew the stories. He had grown up listening to them, devouring all those words about the legendary Jake Sully. His idol. There was no way this man could be standing in front of him right now. The two men stared at each other in silence for a couple of heartbeats. Mil'hō finally putting together all the pieces. The yellow eyes, the weaponry, the language.. but still. The most important point didn't fit. Like the little piece in your puzzle that would finally help you figure out the image you were supposed to be seeing. The young Na'vi stared right into this demon's eyes, not being able to read a single thought that might be going through this murderous mind right now. "You died! You are dead!", he finally just burst out. His voice was nothing more than a rough screech. These must have been the first words he had said to the Colonel. He hadn't spoken a single word since his ride with Ao'nung. How did that memory feel so far away from this place already? Naturally, he had been more or less knocked out for a couple of hours. But this laboratory or whatever you would call it just felt way too far from everything Mil'hō knew and loved. "Mh no. I am very much live. And blue", Quaritch showed his teeth in a calm grin, not even hearing the mistakes he made when speaking the boys language, whose face twitched in disgust. "Alive. You are alive. But you shouldn't be", he bluntly corrected the ten feet monster, who raised an eyebrow at the boys bravery-...Or stupidity. Mil'hō could feel how the pressure on his chest increased, while the colonel just stared him down for a couple of moments. "Aleif", he eventually tried to imitate the boy's correction. Mil'hō's reply appeared to have confused him for a minute, though he - as a trained soldier - caught himself rather quickly. "Whatever. I'm not here to talk about... this", he gestured down at his own body, before slowly retreating a couple of steps, his hand, however, still pointed at the Na'vi boy's chest. "I need you to talk me where Sully is hiding", now that the danger appeared a little less... immediate Mil'hō slowly raised himself onto his forearms to look up at Quaritch. His face did show a lot less emotion now, just like the soldier's. He had been through a hell lot of training himself. The whole situation had just overwhelmed him entirely up to this point. "If there's anything you want from me, it's that you want me to "tell" you about something. Not talk", Mil'hō bared his teeth provocatively, before gesturing the Metkayinan sign for "idiot" by forming his right hand to a fist, stretching out thumb and his fourth finger, before pushing his thumb against his forehead. The tall soldier pushed his eyebrows together confused. The younger one stared at him not blinking for a couple of moments. He obviously would not start explaining himself. If this guy wore the skin of a Na'vi, pretending to speak their language and expect him to communicate with him normally he should learn all of it first. Though he knew the forest-kids couldn't sign properly. To him that was a rather confusing thought as he couldn't imagine not having a way to communicate when you weren't able to or rather shouldn't make a sound. How did that work whilst they were out on the hunt? He had noticed the funny, wild noises the Na'vi with darker complexion had made when they had jumped into the water on their day of arrival. Perhaps there had been no one in their sky-machine that was able to understand the Metkayina language. The boys face turned as expressionless as he was able to bring himself to show. He clearly had a lot more issues piling on his shoulders right now than he had ideas on how to solve them. So the tiniest bit of advantage he could get his hands on made him feel a little more assured that he could survive all of this without taking any major damage. "It itched", he growled just as the Colonel opened his mouth to bring him to explain himself, not even letting him speak his mind. Quaritch, visibly frustrated by now, gently patted the dark weapon that rested on his hip - probably to remind both of them of his powerful position - before baring his sharp teeth in Mil'hō's direction. "I guess you don't understand... I don't have to make sure you stay in one piece. As long as you can talk, you'll be of use", he made a short pause, moving closer in a swift motion that felt way too dynamic to match his muscular physique. Mil'hō pulled his head back with a slow, more or less controlled movement. Even though his teeth looked quite similar, this man just frightened him in ways he hadn't known until this point. His tail whacked around wildly, though with the first shift a similar sharp pain like the one from before shot right though the boys spine. He couldn't resist the urge to sit up and immediately tried to get his weight off of his tail, which definitely felt twisted. "Get off. It hurts", his voice was merely a whisper, while the huge soldier roughly forced him back down, since he clearly did not want him to make another run for an escape. "That's not my problem, is it?", he snorted. His accent was a lot less obvious. He probably said that a lot. Mil'hō could feel Colonel Quaritch's fingers dig into his chest, the only thing he could focus on, though, was his aching tail that Ronal would have to take a good look at once he got back. If he got back. He blinked a few times as this thought crossed his mind. "I don't know anything about that Sully. You should just let me go", he advised the tall man with an angry growl, whose grin dropped in an instant, still baring his teeth at him, now rather staring at his throat than his face. The young Na'vi swallowed silently and tried to get a few more inches between their bodies, that were pressed together slightly after he sat up to relief some of the stress from his tail, that now just lay atop the table rather uselessly, sending an every so slight pain up his spine. "You will talk, you little shit. I don't believe you", Quaritch spat strange words of which Mil'hō could only assume they didn't mean anything positive for him. A calm, but unnerving smile spread on the older ones face. "I'll be nice. Once. Then I won't be", he wanted Mil'hō to properly understand him this time. He knew it. Even as he could feel one of his shoulders being pulled out of the joint that it belonged in, because the Colonel had grabbed him to turn him on his stomach and pushed his arm to his back to keep him under control, he knew it. This was him being nice. He tried his best to suppress the painful howl that built up in the back of his throat and instead nearly choked on the air he tried to inhale as quickly as possible to relief some of the pain shaking his entire body to its core. "Stop!- Stop that!", he choked up and clawed the hand of his unharmed arm in the table underneath him to steady himself a bit. He tried to move his body away from the predator behind him, which only made the throbbing pain in his shoulder worse. Quaritch slowly bowed down, his upper body nearly touching the boys back, whose muscles were flexed in pure agony. "You didn't want to talk to me. And now I'm only getting started", the dark voice Mil'hō despised so badly was filled with nothing but sick entertainment, forcing a quiet whimper out of him.