Sam hated his father, he was obsessed with his work. Time and time again he asked him what he was doing in those RDA labs but he would always answer his question with another question. This drove Sam barking mad. His father had been selected to go to Pandora to help with the Avatar Program, this was all Sam knew... and all he wanted to know.
Sam had been feeling ill one day and spent the day in bed, he quickly fell asleep. He dreampt that he was taken to his fathers lab and injected with some kind of syrum that burned worse than pouring alchohol on a fresh wound. Sam awoke at 2 am, sweating like he had just run a mile in two minuits and he felt a buring feeling in his right arm, he could have sworn it was a dream. The next day he woke to the sounds of birds chirping, the sound came from his alarm clock, he chuckled when the thought came accross his mind that perhaps the birds were real. He started his daily routine off by trying to find the will to get out of bed and make the short journey to the bathroom to clean himself up. After falling several times and swearing profusly Sam finnaly made it to the bathroom, he prepared himself for the usual "you useless garbage" speach that took place almost everyday infront of the mirror but this morning there was something different. His face was no longer as pale and his sickly grey eyes had a shimmer to them, he was still just as tall and skinny as ever. Sam stepped back from the mirror and quickly splashed some cold-recycled water in his face. He grabbed a towel and cleared his eyes, and prepared himself for another look in the mirror. This time he was sure he wasnt dreaming. He liked the "changes" he saw. The rest of the morning went as usual, eating breakfast alone and trying to find his school books among the piles of his fathers papers and research notes. But all the while his mind was still trying to figure out that crazy dream... if it could be called that.
That morning at school the local prick, Jesse Irsken, decided to play another game of "beat the hell out of Sam." Jesse was a freakishly large kid for 17 and was just as freakishly stupid. Sam was sitting on a bench in the schools recreation area when a heavy fist made contact with his shoulder. "Hey dumbass!" Jesse leared while his cronies stood by and laughed. He walked up to Sam while he was laying on the ground and gave him a cheap shot to the ribs. Sam coughed up a pool of blood, he could have cared less about the comments and the punch in the shoulder but now he was pissed off. Sam stood up and gave Jesse a menising look. Jesse backed away, he had no idea what was going through Sam's mind but he liked it, it was more fun when his victims actualy put up a fight. A small crowd had gathered but there were no teachers were in sight, no one could blame them, this was the worst school in the city. Jesse lunged at Sam and a huge meaty fist came flying his way, through some strange series of thoughts Sam actualy dodged the punch and landed his small fist right in the middle of Jesse' stomach. Jesse fell backwards and was almost frightened at the power of such a small person. He gave Sam a devilish smirk but that quickly dissapeared from his face as he soon turned green and ran to the nearest trash can to loose his breakfast. The small group that had gathered stood there stunned at what had transpired. Sam quickly gathered his things and headed straight home, he had no idea what had happened but he wanted to get home and sort it all out. Another day out of school wouldn't harm his 64% average mark and its not like he was going for an attendance record. The entire day he sat on the couch waiting for his father to return home, he knew that it wasn't a dream.