Extraterrestrial Attraction

New Growth

Na'vi

Eywa

'Harry's Thoughts'

Hey guys. I'm sorry for how long it has taken me to update. There is just a lot of things going on right now I legit can't deal with it any other way then writing, listening to music, reading comments, and crying.

I'm sorry if my sucky life gets morphed into some really depressing chapter, because things are going to get real.

Enjoy!
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Jake couldn't help but stare at the shivering body on the ground not even a few feet away from him.

"Why hasn't he woken up yet?" Jake ask no one in particular. Max shifted a bit on the bench next to his wheel chair, also unable to take his eyes off of his suffering friend.

"They don't know, nor do they care." Grace mumbled back, her arms gripping her abdominal region. Jake winced when his brain drew parallels to her other body and tbis body. The other body was gone, crushed under a giant tree. This body is breathing, even if she is still hurt.

"How's you stomach, Grace?" Jake asked, but regreted it instantly at the look she gave him.

"Between being crushed by a tree and then getting forcibly torn out of the link chambers, I would say I'm fucking fine you son of a bitch." She shot, venom coloring her words. Everyone was on edge in the small cell, but Grace was hurt.

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" Jake asked exasperated. It was the same argumant since they were thrown into the cell.

"Sorry doesn't cover this one, Sully. Shit like this doesn't just fucking blow over. They bombed Hometree, for fucks sake. You want to show you're sorry? Grow another giant fucking tree for them to fucking live in." Grace hadn't risen her voice at all during her speech, and she hadn't lost her voice once.

"I know." Jake mumbled. Grace opened her mouth, her face starting to turn a shade of pink out of anger.

"Guys, something is wrong." Max said, cutting the red haired woman off. Grace and Jake both looked at Max, only to see him looking at their fourth companion. They turned to look at Harry.

"What do you mean Max?" Grace asked hotly, not appreciating the fact that he had cut her off, even if it was unintentional.

"I don't know." He mumbled before walking over towards the down Ex-General. Max knelt down so his head rested just above Harry's chest.

"Room service." Jake turned around the familiar voice. Trudy had entered they warden area while pushing a cart. "Can't believe they are letting these traitors stay." She commented off handedly.

"That's what I said. So much bullshit." Their warden chuckled while bending over to look at what Trudy had in the cart. Suddenly, a gun is at the base of the garden's neck and Trudy is very roughly pushing him to the floor.

"You know what that is. Now, down on the ground." The warden complies, and Jake can't help but think that he would do the same. "All the way. There you go." The warden is all the way on the ground now, and it only takes seconds for Trudy to full on bask the back of his skull with the butt of her gun.

"Trudy!" The woman gives Jake a smirk before digging a card out of her pocket.

"Did y'all call for a rescue?" She grins, waving around the security pass before unlocking the door.

"Lets go!" Jake yelled, quickly using years of practice to make haste with his bulky wheel chair.

"Max!" Trudy yelled. Jake turned his head to look over his shoulder. Max was frantically smacking at Harry's face and giving the male CPR. "Max, we gotta go! Just pick him up!"