The Abandoned Sully. Avatar X Male Sully Reader

CHAPTER ONE. The First Steps To Revenge

You didn't remember your father.

You were only a few months old when Jake Sully left his planet, left you, in search of a fat paycheck— all to give you a better life, of course. At least that's what he wrote in the letters he left you, one for each year he was supposed to be gone. All 7 of them ended with the same words: "I love you my little Star. I'll come back for you, I promise."

But when your Seventh birthday arrived, all that came back for you was the news that your father had betrayed his people, his humanity, for a bunch of blue aliens. And the only thing you had left of him was the knowledge that he'd chosen a race of strangers over you, his only family.

And suddenly, all those years of waiting, all those years of hell on earth in the foster care system— they were all for nothing. Nothing but a broken promise.

So when the RDA approached you on the night of your birthday, right after you'd been kicked out of your latest foster home—for good this time—you'd heard them out. And when they'd offered you financial security, a new life, and above all, a chance at revenge against your deadbeat dad... Well, how could you say no?

Seven years later—one of intensive training and six of cryosleep—you stood on Pandora, the only true avatar among Quaritch's recom squad. Your real body slept soundly in one of the linking chambers, while you stumbled around in your fake one. Wearing the skin of one of the aliens your father had abandoned you for..
disconcerting, to say the least. Honestly? You hated it. You hated the lanky, unmanageable limbs and the sand blue skin. You hated the glowing yellow eyes that looked like they belonged to a cat and the Damned tail too. But the freakiest part was the braid. able to connect to the world around you like a plug being shoved into a charging port. You avoided using it as much as you could, despising the creepy white tendrils that grew out of it.
It freaked me out...

The forest was intimidating, too. You missed the jam packed cities of earth, the hard concrete floors of squat warehouses and the cold metal walls of towering skyscrapers. You missed wifi and cable, You missed the fucking Industrial Revolution and all its god damned consequences. Pandora was beautiful, sure, but it wasn't home and it never would be to you..  you couldn't understand why Jake Sully would choose it over Earth's familiar comforts, dying planet or not.

Except you could. You could, yet you didn't want to. Because then you would have to acknowledge that this place was better than you, meant more to him than you, and well, no shit... but you still didn't want to admit it. You were stubborn like that. Too proud for your own good, is what your "Friends" say at least.

A sound to your left pulled you of your thoughts, and your freaky new ears twitched in its direction. You frowned, reaching up and swatting the side of your head as if you could smack them into behaving normally. God, you couldn't wait to get out of this damn avatar.

You heard the sound again, and you raised your gun, speaking lowly into your com to alert the rest of your squad.

"We've got movement over here as well," Quaritch answered shortly. "You and Jhon will check yours out while the rest of us handle this. Copy?"

"You heard the sound again, and you raised your gun, speaking lowly into your com to alert the rest of your squad.

"We've got movement over here as well," Quaritch answered shortly. "You and Jhon will check yours out while the rest of us handle this. Copy?"

"Copy," you said, and a moment later, Jhon came clomping loudly through the underbrush, gun raised. You nodded at him, and then in the direction of the sound you'd noticed. He readjusted his aim, and the two of you closed in on your prey. Jhon moved aside a big purple leaf, and before he could react, a small, snarling animal jumped out at him and sunk its glistening fangs into his throat. He screamed in pain and shock, and squeezed the trigger of his rifle, spraying bullets everywhere. You hit the ground and covered your head with your hands, praying the moron wouldn't shoot you in his panic.