When a seemingly lifeless boy is saved by a girl.
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Ma'vona was once a beloved member of the Kame'tire clan, known for their profound understanding of Pandora's flora and unparalleled healing skills. Their expertise was so great that they could heal...
A/N: The English dialogues from here will not be in italics :)
♪ No Escape by Pinar Toprak ♪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Chapter Forty-One: Broken Will
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The darkness enveloped me, thick and suffocating. My body felt heavy, my limbs limp as if they weren’t my own. My body felt like dead weight, unresponsive, and foreign. I struggled to move, but the tightness of restraints kept me anchored in place, biting into my skin. My mind swam, teetering between consciousness and oblivion.
Echoes of distorted voices pierced the stillness behind my closed lids, the sound warping and glitching, making my head throb. I couldn’t make out the words, but the cadence was sharp, commanding.
The voices grew louder, glitching and overlapping as if filtered through a broken radio. My head pounded in rhythm with the chaos, and with immense effort, I forced my eyes open, the effort making my head spin.
The light was blinding at first, searing against the fog in my mind. I blinked slowly, trying to focus.
My vision blurred, the fluorescent lights above glaring harshly against the fog in my mind. Blinking slowly, the world around me came into view, blurry and unsteady, like a distorted dream. Shapes began to sharpen, and I fought against the weight dragging my head down. The haze began to clear.
And then I saw him.
My heart clenched.
Neteyam just stood there, his arms folded, his body still as a statue, his posture rigid and unyielding. For a fleeting moment, relief washed over me—until I truly looked at him.
His face was the same, yet so different. His hair, once long and braided, was now cropped short in the style of the sky people. The military uniform he wore clung to his form, adorned with weapons that gleamed under the cold fluorescent lights as he held a thick rifle in his hands.
But something was wrong—terribly wrong.
His eyes, once filled with warmth and life, now stared back at me with cold detachment. They were devoid of warmth, of life, of the kindness I once knew. They were sharp, calculating, and utterly foreign.
My breath hitched as I took in his unfamiliar, hardened demeanour. It wasn’t him—not the Neteyam I knew.
I tried to lift my head, but the restraints bit into my skin, keeping me bound to the standing metal slab under me.
"Somebody's finally awake," a mocking voice broke through the tense silence.
Mercer stepped into view, his presence suffocating. His smile was as vile as I remembered, a twisted mockery of joy. With that signature twisted smile he wore, he clasped his hands behind his back as he tore himself away. The man in the lab coat stepped aside, allowing Mercer to turn his attention to me.
