Thanks for checking out my story. Anyways I just want to get this out of the way real quick. This first chapter will not feature any of the characters from Avatar. The purpose of this chapter is to introduce the character I created specifically for this story. The following chapters will include Jake and the rest of the guys. Also this is my first story, and it will be a series whether anyone reads it or not. Please review, and enjoy. I love feedback of any kind, I don't care that this is my first story, be honest.
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar. I own only my original story points and the characters I created myself.
A Second Chance
Chapter: 1 Mr. Striker
So there I was, sitting in a dumpster in some dark alleyway after nearly getting killed for trying to stop a drug deal. What a day.
Lets turn back the clock a little bit, my names Jake, Jake Marcus Striker. I'm 22, live on the streets of what used to be the great planet of Earth (now turned in to a complete dump by years of pollution), and I'm a vigilante.
For the past few years Ive been trying to clean up the streets a little bit, well not literally of course, its a little late for that. I mean Ive been trying to make the streets a little safer. Today my crusade brought me now down a little alley where I met some dudes trying to load up some coke in to a semi. From what I could hear they were gonna get it out of the city, then ship it off all across the country. Unfortunately for me all I had was a machete and a baseball bat. However there was a lighter and a half drank bottle of alcohol next to me, just my luck.
Using my genius skills I quickly made a Molotov cocktail. I aimed my newly made explosive and threw it right into the back of the truck. Unfortunately the truck apparently also had about 4 barrels of siphoned gas in it. The truck lit up and sent fire and smoke everywhere.
"Well, not my strategy of choice, but more successful than usual." I said with a bit of pride in my voice.
Just as I was walking away three guys with guns came running out of the smoke and started shooting at me.
"God damn it why can't anything go smoothly!" I wasn't exactly surprised. Few of my missions didn't end with me either being chased at gun point, stabbed, beaten, or actually shot. The guys chasing me were sloppy, and there aim was mediocre at best. I ran for about half a minute, then jumped in a dumpster when I was out of sight. I heard them run by, and after about five minutes I decided it was safe and got out.
"This is gotta stop, whats the point of making a difference anymore." I tried to pretend I could change things, but things were beyond terrible. Earth was polluted, filled with crime, and completely void of any natural beauty. The only reason I became a self proclaimed super hero was because I didn't have any education past high school, and I ended up on the streets without a job as a result. I decided I wasn't going to break the law to make ends meat, that wasn't me. So I decided that since my own life didn't have purpose, I would try to improve everybody elses.
Anyways I'm rambling. You may be wondering how I survived without any income for the past six years. I've been living off of $200,000 that I was given for donating a blood sample for some government program. I didn't know what it was for and frankly I didn't care, it was five years ago and I had already been living on my own for a year when I did it, I needed the money. I was supposed to do something in the near future , but Its been five years. I think the governments forgot about me, just like they forgot all the planets problems.
I walked in to my apartment, it was cold and smelt bad. However as soon as I walked in something caught my eye. A letter placed on my table. Someone put a letter on my table, strange but I chose not to think about it. It was labeled Important notice, RDA I knew the name, they were the company that ran the mining operation on Pandora. I didn't know much about them, however I was intrigued so I opened the letter.
"Dear Mr. Striker. We are glad to inform you that we have a great offer for you. Several years ago you participated in an experiment, the purpose of this experiment was to determine whether or not you were capable of being a part of the AVATAR program. Your DNA was perfect and we would be happy to make you a part of the team. You will be given an Avatar body, with it you will join a team of our finest scientists (including the renowned Doctor Augustine) and explore the jungles of Pandora. You'll be making a difference, as well as plenty of money. Please contact us so we may prepare you a cryo chamber on the next ship. Thank you, RDA."
I was shocked. I was finally gonna get to make a difference. I was finally gonna see something other than skies of pollutants and oceans of waste. I was finally gonna get to leave my life of poverty and misfortune behind.
There was only one thing I could say. "I'm going to Pandora!"