(Another's note) Hello readers of Fanfiction, about to read Kid Avatar. As the creator of the first 'Kid Avatar', when I created that story, I thought what I wrote was good, but when a couple weeks pass by, I came to the thought of rereading what I wrote, but it turns out…there WAS a huge problem. From errors and to the point. So, I took it upon myself to rewrite Kid Avatar. And if any reader read the first Kid Avatar, I've made some big changes to the story, added a few new names, and given the story a more 'AVATAR' to it. So, well, enjoy…
Kid Avatar (Revision)
Chapter 1 – Life As We Know It
My name is Desmond Miles. And I'm a fighter at war. Between two groups: the first group, the humans, a.k.a., the Military. That run and operates the island that I live on. As far back as I can remember, the Military has been running things here for the past…50 years. Now, halfway in through the 22nd Century, things with them can't get any worse. Especially, with Colonel Benjamin Quaritch. What a douchbag. He doesn't care what he does to other, as long as he gets his way, things will get worse for the worst of him. And the other group, believe me when I say this, I didn't believe it myself when I first heard about it, 5 months ago on a calm, quiet night, a large rain cloud formed above the island, and in an instant bright light, the whole island turned off…and what was under that rain cloud, they called themselves…the Na'vi. An alien civilization. Yes. ALIEN.
So now, there's a war going on, between the Military, and the Na'vi. The Military, or Quaritch, wants them completely gone off 'his' island. That's either kick them out, or destroy them. The Na'vi will fight back at any costs to stay alive. Especially when there trying to fight for this placed to be called 'home' to them. But I think I'm getting a little ahead of myself. Why I don't I go back 5 months to when this all started. As I said before, my name is Desmond Miles…and this…is my story…
5 months ago…
Dream world…
A young Desmond runs around in an open field, playing around with a soccer ball. Kicking it, bouncing it on top of his head. Having fun. In the distance, his mother waves to him to be called over. Desmond smiles happily and rushes over to her. But as Desmond gets closer, the clouds above him get darker. He looks up and sees a giant rain cloud forming above him. Thunder clashes and Desmond looks at his Mother, not moving at all. He walks closer to her.
"Mom?" Desmond asks moving hand closer
Desmond's mom turns around, slowly disappearing in front of him.
"I'm sorry Desmond." Mother says disappearing
Desmond runs towards her and she completely vanishes.
"Mom! Come back! MOM!"
The thunder clashes even harder. Desmond looks up and sees the lighting. He screams up at the top of his lungs. And suddenly, wakes up.
Real world…
Desmond jumps up from out of his bed.
"AHH!"
He breathes heavily. Looks around the room. Wipes the sweat off his face. Time: 7:59 a.m. Location: Miles Residence. Date: March 23rd, 2159. Desmond throws the covers off him and walks to the window. He opens the curtains and sees the city in the distance away from his house. Desmond leans his head against the window and throws it back.
"Another day in hell…"
Desmond turns around and starts his day. He takes a nice warm shower followed by a good delicious, healthy breakfast. He goes on about his business. Looking at the monitor popping up from the contour seeing the Island News. It's the same old crap just different every other day. Desmond grabs his usual things to go on about his day: backpack, hover board, snacks, headphones and finally, phone. Desmond locks up before he leaves, throws down his hover board and, hovers away.
Desmond flies past his neighbors and other residents. Dennis Reed, a couple doors down, walks out of his house and spots Desmond flying past him. Dennis hops on his bike and chases down after Desmond. He comes up along side of him and the two pound fists into each other's hands. And another couple doors down, Sarah Marshall. Slips on her hover blades and catches up to the Two D's. Sarah pats on the back of Dennis's back, they say hey. Sarah rides up in front of Desmond and waves at him. Desmond smiles and Sarah floats right back on the side of him. The three ride their way down into the city and start there day…
Inside the City…
The three fly on by and into the park. They all put their little toys away and walk into the soccer field. Sarah tosses down a ball and the three start playing around. The ball flies over at Desmond.
"Here it comes!" Desmond yelling toward Dennis
Desmond spin kicks in the air and hits the ball hard at Dennis.
"Got it!" Dennis yells kicking it
Dennis slides on the ground and throws the ball at Sarah.
"It's all mine!"
Sarah jumps in the air and slams the ball back down at Desmond.
"Whoa!"
The ball goes past Desmond, bounces a few times and finally comes to a stop at a bunch of thugs walking around in the park. Desmond stops and looks at them. The gang leader, Brad laughs and picks up the ball.
"Well, well. Look at what I got here."
Desmond sighs and crosses his arms. Sarah and Dennis walk up behind him seeing the gang and Brad with their ball.
"Now, how about we play this game for a while boys. I mean, just finding the ball out here with no one playing it seems like fun now, doesn't it?"
"Come on Brad, give us back are ball." Dennis orders
"What, you suddenly loose one of yours?" Brad asks laughing
The guys laugh at Brad's joke. Dennis gets a little embarrassed about the joke. Desmond sighs and steps forward.
"We don't want an argument now Brad. Just give us back our soccer ball now."
"Or what?"
Desmond gulps. He takes another step forward.
"Or I'll make you." Desmond says with a strict look on his face
Brad bounces the ball up and down staring at Desmond still. He shakes his head and tosses the ball at Desmond.
"Whatever. Grab your balls back now." Brad says laughing
The boys laugh and Desmond narrows his eyes.
"You said 'balls'. That a plural. Meaning more then one. There's only one ball here genius."
Brad stumbles around with the right words to Desmond's correction. He waves his hand off at him and the gang leaves them there. Desmond shakes his head and Dennis comes up behind him.
"Thanks Desmond."
"(Shaking head) No problem Dennis. Brad's an idiot and a jerk anyway. You could have taken him."
"(Waving hands) Ah, no. If the situation goes that way, I'll leave him all to you."
"(Smiling) While you sit on the sidelines?"
"(Agreeing) Well yeah. I'll watch and you…kick the shit out of him."
Desmond laughs.
"Come on now."
The three start walking back. Sarah looks back and back at Desmond.
"Brad never comes here during the day. Especially when so many people around can see him." Sarah explains
Desmond looks back.
"Your right Sarah. Maybe we should call in the Military?"
"Well, they haven't caused any problems yet." Sarah explains
"(Bites lip) …Well…maybe. Let's follow them. See what there up too."
Dennis and Sarah agree with Desmond's plan. The three grab their stuff and catch up to Brad and his gang. The three keep their distance. Brad and his gang form a huddle and three see what they're doing.
"Unless Brad ate some 'Smart me up' cereal today or Brad got smart here guys." Desmond explains
"There up to something. For sure." Sarah says
"I don't see what they can do. The M.P.'s are everywhere." Dennis points out
"(Looks at Dennis) Where? (Looks around) I don't see them." Desmond says looking around
"(Pointing them out) One's there and the other's there." Dennis explains pointing at them
Desmond sees the M.P.'s and sees that there just standing around waiting for something to actually happen. He looks at Brad and his gang and they all split up.
"Something's happening right now. Dennis, give me a 'split up' and a 'search'."
"Got it." Dennis says walking away
"Sarah. Give me 'low' and 'high' tag team."
"On it." Sarah walks away and tales on of Brad's friends
Desmond watches in the distance at Brad. Brad looks at one of his friends and nods at him. The friend nods in return and runs ahead past the M.P.'s., he turns around and yells something at them.
"YOU GUYS SUCK AT YOUR JOBS! DO SOMETHING FOR ONCE YOU LAZY EXCUSE FOR COPS!"
The M.P.'s look at each other and the friend starts causing havoc around the park, knocking over trash bins, pushing people. The M.P.'s run up and go after him. Brad turns around and looks at one of his other friends. He nods and the friend starts knocking over the refreshment machines. Dennis comes up behind one of the friends and splits one of them up against the other, but quickly, searches his pocket and comes across a key opener to the refreshment machines. Sarah tag teams with Dennis and trips one of the friends over a bench. Brad sees how much of his plan is screwing up and starts to walk away. But the moment he turns around, Desmond's there standing right behind him with his arms crossed.
"Going somewhere?"
Brad flinches. Desmond tilts his head. Brad yells and swings his arm at him, but Desmond ducks and Desmond forces Brad over and into a bench. Desmond wipes down his shirt and walks over to the overturned, on his head, Brad.
"Nice little trick you tried to pull here. Very thought out. Even for a quarter brain like yourself."
Brad stares at the upside Desmond. Desmond looks up and kicks forward Brad's legs.
"Move your legs; you look disgusting lying like that."
Brad's legs fall forward. The M.P.'s run back and see the disaster in the area.
"What the?" M.P. asks
Desmond walks up to the M.P. He looks at Desmond and puts his hands over his cuffs.
"When you got distracted by Genius over there, a.k.a. Brad. He took it upon himself to try and steal off the refreshment machines over there." Desmond explains pointing past the M.P.'s
The M.P.'s look.
"Now here's the part where you arrest him maybe?"
The M.P.'s look at Desmond and one of them orders to call for back up and arrest the thugs and Brad. The one M.P. stays close to Desmond and calls out for a name.
"I guess we owe you one Mr.?"
Desmond crosses his arms.
"Miles. Desmond Miles."
The M.P. almost writes down the name and recognizes it. He slowly looks up.
"Miles?', Desmond nods, 'Any relation to Major Miles?"
Desmond nods.
"Yeah, he's my father."
The M.P. gulps and force shakes a hand with Desmond.
"Why thank you so much for your help Mr. Miles. You did a wonderful duty today. Good day." M.P. says nervously walking away
Desmond sort of smiles and watches the M.P. walk away with the thugs and Brad. Sarah and Dennis walk back to Desmond and watch everyone leave.
"You tell him who you're related too?" Sarah asks with a smile
Desmond nods.
"Yeah. Force shook my hand."
Dennis laughs.
"That reaction never gets old."
Desmond sighs.
"Come on guys; let's get on with our game."
Dennis and Sarah agree and follow Desmond back to the field.
At the Military Base across the island…
At the top floors of the base, Dr. Helen Augustine leaves the medical bay with a glass monitor in hand checking today's patients. Down the hallway, Major Jake Miles heads up to Helen.
"How are today's patients Dr.?"
Helen looks at Jake.
"Good Major. Full recovery. But I don't understand how your soldiers can get this injured in patrolling the City."
Jake shrugs.
"I don't know myself Helen. They must be up to something."
"Hmm."
It stays quiet. Helen pears over at Jake for a second and puts a pen in her pocket.
"I take it that you didn't just come by to ask about my patients Jake."
Jake rubs his hair back and sighs.
"No I didn't."
Helen smiles.
"I figured."
The two stop walking.
"What's the problem Jake?"
Jake sighs and looks back up at Helen.
"It's…Desmond."
Helen blinks.
"What's wrong with Desmond?"
Jake gulps in figuring out how to explain it.
"It's that…time of the year…"
Helen nods.
"Oh…right. That time."
Jake nods.
"Yeah…he doesn't…look at me or talk about it."
"Do you try to talk to him?"
"Of course, I just…"
Suddenly a soldier walks by between them and Helen guides Jake to her office.
"Here, talk in my office."
The two go to Helen's office. Jake shuts the door.
"He doesn't talk to me about it because…of what I did to him when it did happen."
Helen sits down.
"I see."
"And I believe he thinks of me as… 'What the hell kind of father am I to do that to his own son' theory."
Helen rubs her face.
"What did you do again exactly?"
Jake thinks for a moment.
"Uhh…it's been seven years. Feels like it still happened yesterday…I kind of…"
Jake almost says it but suddenly Colonel Quaritch barrages in the room.
"Major Miles!"
Jake gets up.
"Colonel Quaritch."
Quaritch walks into the room.
"I've been looking all over for you. You keep hiding like this from me I'll begin to think you're up to something."
Jake shakes his head.
"No Quaritch, of course not."
"Alright then. Come on, we got work to do."
"Right Sir."
Helen gets up and follows the two men out. Helen quickly grabs hold of Jake's arm and he looks back.
"Will talk again later, alright Jake?"
Jake nods.
"Right Helen. See you around."
"Later…"
Jake catches up to Quaritch. Helen leans against the wall and goes back into her office. She sits down and pulls up a monitor near her. She sighs softly and reaches for something in her desk. She pulls out a picture and stares at it for a moment. She sighs again and Helen stares at a photograph of Desmond and his mother in the picture together.
"Oh Desmond…"
Later that day…
Night comes along across the island/City. The gang, Desmond, Sarah, and Dennis ride along the sidewalk in the City. The City lights up from all the bright lights beaming against it. The buildings are tall and really white. Desmond stops in front of a popular bar and kicks up his board.
"And we're here."
Dennis and Sarah look up at the bar sign and look at Desmond.
"Again Desmond?" Dennis asks
"Yeah, why not? I like this place."
"Yeah, but were not allowed in." Sarah explains
Desmond smiles.
"Don't worry. I drop my dad's name off and they'll let me pass."
Sarah and Dennis look at each other and follow Desmond in. Dennis locks up his bike and Sarah throws her hover blades on her back. Desmond walks through the crowd and finds himself and his friends a table.
"Alright."
A waitress walks by.
"What can I get you three?"
"Soda." Dennis asks for
"Water's fine." Sarah asks for
"Uhh…beer."
Dennis and Sarah look at Desmond. The waitress looks at Desmond and sees how 'young' he is.
"Are you even old enough to drink?"
Desmond looks funny at the waitress.
"I wouldn't ask for it if I couldn't."
The waitress pulls out an I.D. pad.
"Please place your thumb on the pad."
Desmond rolls his eyes and sighs hard.
"Fine."
Desmond places his thumb on the pad and it scans his thumb. A green light pops up saying, 'Over the age'. The waitress nods.
"Alright. Soda, water and beer coming back."
Desmond sighs in relief and Dennis looks at Desmond.
"You had a forger system in your pocket, didn't you?"
Desmond looks the other way.
"I will not either confirm or deny that Dennis." Desmond explains looking back at him
Dennis rolls his eyes and looks off to the side at the giant TV screen. Desmond moves his eyes over and sees Sarah just…staring at him. Desmond shrugs.
"What?"
Sarah rolls her eyes and leans forward.
"Beer? Are you kidding me Desmond?"
Desmond leans back.
"What? I'm just getting the low down here. It's not like I'm hurting anyone."
"You're hurting me when you do this to yourself."
Desmond waves it off.
"Oh please."
The waitress comes back. She sets down each glass. The three hold up their drinks. Desmond toasts it.
"Here's to…' takes a while to think of something, 'Friendship…because…I couldn't ask for better friends…' Sarah and Dennis look at each other and back at Desmond, 'So…to friendship."
Desmond 'clings' against their glasses. Desmond takes a whiff of the beer and Sarah and Dennis drink their drinks. Desmond almost puts the glass against his lips and suddenly a man at the bar yells at a girl. Desmond turns his head and sees what's going on. The man slaps her and everyone in the bar doesn't do anything. Desmond gulps really hard and gets up. Sarah sees Desmond getting up and watches him leave.
"Where you going Desmond?"
Desmond just looks straight ahead.
"To help."
Sarah looks ahead of Desmond and sees what's going on. She quickly gets up and follows.
"Oh shit."
Desmond walks up quietly behind the man as he yells at the woman.
"You stupid bitch! Can't you get anything right?"
He hits her again. Desmond forms a fist in his right hand and taps the guy on the shoulder.
"Hey buddy."
The man turns around.
"What?"
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
He looks up and down.
"Mind your own business pip-squeak. Adults here are having a conversation. No business for a child." Man says looking back at woman
Desmond sort of smiles. He taps the guy on the shoulder again, hard.
"When I see an asshole hitting a defensive girl it turns out that it is my business to see a half ass man beat up people who are smaller than him."
He turns around again.
"Yeah, well, I'm looking at you and I defiantly see something smaller than me."
"Oh do you now?" Desmond asks moving closer
Sarah rushes in and pulls Desmond back.
"Desmond, don't. It's not worth it."
Desmond looks funny at Sarah. The man laughs.
"Yeah, listen to your little girlfriend here and mind your own business." Man says turning around
Desmond smiles and cracks his knuckles.
"Okay, three things. 1: she's not my girlfriend', Desmond reaches for the stool underneath the guy, '2: I suggest you schedule an appointment with a dentist', grabs hold of the stool, 'and 3: you wouldn't by any chance have a hard jaw now would you?"
"What?" Man asks turning around
Desmond narrows his eyes.
"I didn't think so."
Desmond pulls the stool out of under the man and his mouth hits the top of the bar hard. Desmond pulls back the man and slides him hard on the ground. Desmond backs up and the man rushes up with an angry rush of adrenaline running through him. He points hard at Desmond.
"You're dead!"
Desmond shrugs and the guy launches himself at Desmond. Desmond jumps out the way and at the same time, trips the man into the bar forces his head, to hit the far face first. Desmond wraps his arm around the guys head and slams him backwards against the ground again really hard. The man struggles hard with Desmond almost choking him to death.
"I can't breathe!"
"(Struggling) That's the point."
The woman looks down at the two. Desmond looks up at her.
"Say you're sorry."
The man struggles and Desmond, 'forces' a little push for him to say it.
"I'm, I'm sorry!"
"I didn't hear you."
"I'M SORRY!"
"Now mean it."
"I'M REALLY SORRY!"
Desmond slams the guys head into the ground really hard and gets up. Desmond wipes himself down and looks at the woman.
"Nothing's worse than having the strong pray on the weak like you."
The woman says nothing. The bar tender walks over and looks at Desmond.
"Get out of my bar before I call the M.P.'s."
Desmond looks at the bartender.
"Why are you kicking me out? He's the one who started it."
"Yeah well you're the one who sure as hell finished it. Now get out before I have you thrown out!"
Desmond blinks and puts his hands up.
"Hey, hey now. Don't get upset. I was just leaving." Desmond says walking out
Desmond leaves the bar and looks around at the dark night around him. Not much going on around him. Street lights are on, cars going by. Desmond slowly looks up and stares at the night sky.
All I ever do is try to help people. I try never to be the 'stronger' person. With a little hand to hand combat knowledge in mind, that really turns out to be helpful. Sometimes. But, what I did in there…was that even helpful? I seriously don't know…
Hey, hey, readers, first chapter of Kid Avatar. I'll try to post the second chapter as quickly as I can, work and school don't mix well with my free time. So well, Desmond is curious about himself about helping people, helping people can be very good in a way, or in a bad way as well. Next time in Kid Avatar, Chapter 2, Mysterious Cloud. See you next time.