In this chapter some more stuff happens, in my next chapter things will pick up even faster and then in the chapter after that! look out!!

A/N: This is chapter 3 of my first ever fanfiction. Please read and review! I hope you guys enjoy this!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar nor do I make any profit from this fanfiction. All characters, locations and related items are property of Twentieth Century Fox. I do however own Samuel Opel, Dr. Gregory Opel, Jesse Irsken, Jordan Reeme, Jason Stevens, Norman Wilson, and any other characters to follow.

Chapter 3

Sam grimaced when he realized that clothing for a 6'1" tall human wouldn't fit a 8'2" Na'vi/Human hybrid. But thankfully it was rather warm outside and a pair of old jeans made the perfect pair of shorts. Sam looked around for some t-shirts he got as promotional items in beer boxes and found one to his liking. The shirt was massive on any human but fit him quiet well. After thirty seconds with the scissors his tail fit through his jean-shorts easily.

Sam made his way to the door but stopped just before opening it and making his way outside, a thought ran across his mine, "How would people react to seeing a Na'vi on the city streets?" Of course about 99% of the general public knew of the existence of Pandora and the Na'vi, they were also aware of how the Na'vi looked... But what would happen if they were to see one at the cinema or at the local arcade? As soon as the thought came into his head it had gone, Sam needed some "fresh" air and he had his heart set on seeing the newest "Escape from Mars!" movie. He made up his mind, he was going outside and if anyone shot him a queer look he would rip their head off, lord knows he could with a body as strong as his.

As soon as he stepped out of the apartment complex peoples heads were turned his way, Sam didn't like the attention. Sam decided to stop off at his friend Jordan's house, he knew that its better to look strange with friends than to look strange on your own. Jordan only lived a few blocks away but Sam wished that it was right next door, so many people were making comments about him and he couldn't stand it.

After 6 blocks of hell he finally made it to Jordan's complex, he went through the scenario in his head of telling Jordan about what had happened a million times but each time it either ended up with Jordan screaming and running away or asking weather he was stoned or not. Sam preferred the second result.

He gave what he thought to be a light knock on the door but his new strength made a small dent in the metal door. Jordan answered the door and nearly fainted. They stood their stareing at eachother for what felt like forever before Sam piped up. "Hey Jordan, Sam here!"

Jordan was a smart kid and knew about the RDA's Avatar program, he thought that Sam got an Avatar, somehow. "Sam is that really you? or am I stoned?"

Sam laughed at his friends bewielderment, "you're probably baked man, for the past 5 years I've never seen you sober."

Jordan was indeed high but he was still able to function. "So you've got an Avatar... lucky bastard."

Sam looked at his feet then back at Jordan, "You gunna invite me in or am I going to have to stand out here looking like an idiot with my thumb up my ass?"

Jordan snapped out of his trance and stepped aside letting Sam into the small apartment. Jordan lived on his own, his parents kicked him out a year ago when they found out he was dealing at school. With all the money he made from that he was able to afford a small apartment. It's not surprising how many people turn to narcotics in a world like this. Sam looked around the apartment and found what he was looking for, he reached down and grabbed a slice of day old pizza off the table, it was cold but still good. It tasted even better with his new senses.

Jordan gave him a cross look and sternly said, "that was my breakfast ya douche."

"Sorry man but I haven't eaten for like two days!" Argued Sam.

Jordan looked at Sam, trying to take in what he was seeing. "So is this an Avatar?"

Sam sat on a chair that was almost dollhouse sized compared to him and took a deep breath. "No, this isn't an Avatar... My asshole dad decided to use me as a test subject in his latest experiment."

Jordan was confused, and rightly so. "Just one question Sam."

"Yea, what is it?" asked Sam.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Now Sam was confused, but he then remembered why he came here in the first place. "Thought we'd go hit up the scene."

Jordan lifted his right eyebrow and a smirk streaked across his face, "just give me two minuets and I'll be ready."

Sam and Jordan went about their usual idiotic behaviour in public as if they were still two humans. The looks that came their way were numerous. Some people took pictures or videos, others called friends and family to let them know what they were seeing.

Jordan looked up at Sam, "what's with them?"

Sam shrugged, "not everyone is as familiar with Na'vi and Avatars as us man, I wouldn't be surprised if the cops showed up!" Sam and Jordan laughed at the absurdity of that comment.

"Well shit, speak of the devil." Sam sighed.

Just then two police officers walked up to them, they were dumbstruck by what they were seeing before them.

One of the officers chimed in, "we got reports of two kids making trouble at the arcade, the owner said one of 'em was blue."

Sam decided to take advantage of his new "race." He confronted one of the officers, he was a tall man and very well built, as Sam approached him the officer put his hand on his gun and was shaking like a mad man.

Sam knelt down to eye level with the officer, "you think that just because one Na'vi was causing trouble at an arcade you think I did it? And what about calling me blue? Is that your little racist pet name for my people?"

The officers looked at eachother with wide eyes, they had just gotten off of their suspension for wrongly accusing a black man for stealing from a liqure store. They didn't want any more trouble.

The smaller officer then said, "were sorry boys, just stay out of trouble."

Sam stood back up and a smile streaked across his face, "glad you see it our way officers!"

They continued on their way, after about two blocks of silence Sam and Jordan looked at each other and started laughing, people continued to slow down and stare as they walked by.

"How the heck did you know that would work? You're one crazy sonofabitch!" Jordan said between fits of laughter.

Sam took a deep breath, "the cops here get in shit on a daily basis for racist stuff, ever read the news?" Jordan shook his head, of course he didn't read the news, he hated this city so much that he was almost in denial of its existence.

That night Sam wandered home in a drunken stupor, Jordan was smart enough to bring his backpac with some vodka, almost all of the kids in his city drank, it was the only way they could ignore the fact that their world was slowly dying... and so were they.

Hitting his head on every door jam on the way through his apartment Sam found what he thought was either a couch his bed or the dinner table. Whatever it was it was soft.

It was well past two in the afternoon when Sam woke up. His assumption was correct, he fell asleep on the dinner table and his fathers research documents made a very nice bedding. He hadn't been awake for more than five seconds before he heard a knock at the door. Grumbling as he made his was to the door to meet whoever it was.

Sam opened the door slowly only allowing his eyes to be seen, he saw two men outside, clean-cut and wearing work suits, then he saw their RDA name tags. Sam opened the door all the way to greet the men. They looked at him as if he were another human, Sam was almost happy to see them looking at him as if here werent a freak. Not that he cared what people thought about him but it felt nice not to have people gawking at him.

"Samuel Opel?" One of the men said acquisitively.

"yea that's me." Was Sam's reply, he should have said something a little more respectful but he was hungover.

The second man joined in, "We need to speak with you inside, we are here as per your fathers wishes."

Sam was bewildered but stepped aside to let the two men in. Sam shut the door and walked up to them, "what does Greg want you guys here for?"

The two men looked at each other then to Sam, "I am Jason Stevens and this is my associate Norman Wilson. The RDA was alerted to a Na'vi in the public eye yesterday and your father was certain it was you. We were sent by his request to make sure you stay in this apartment." Jason was a slightly short man with red hair, a ginger with pale skin and all. He was trim and filled out his suit very well. Norman was a very strong African American, he was incredibly muscular and was very tall.

"He would put up a very good fight against me." Sam thought to himself. "Wait, you guys are my babysitters?" Sam blurted out.

"In the simplest terms yes, we are here to make sure you do not leave this apartment complex." Norman said sternly.

"Great, a week with you guys... either of you two play video games?"

Jason and Norman looked at Sam for a second, then each other, they reached into their duffel bags and pulled out the latest gaming console along with a healthy assortment of games.

Sam was astonished. "You guys are alright, who wants a beer?"

And the plot thickens!!!

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