In case you haven't already noticed, I don't own Avatar.

Location: Pandoran Jungle, Outside Hell's Gate

Lewis Scott gasped as his entire AMP suit rocked backwards. The metal was damaged and the glass was peppered with spiderweb cracks. He opened fire on the thanator, but it barely reacted. Is this it? Is this how it's going to end? he thought.

The sounds of gunfire were increasing as several infantry soldiers opened fire on the six-legged beast. It received them like gentle taps. Lewis was terrified, as the thanator prepared itself for another attack.

"Hold your position! We're sending you a Scorpion now!" cried an obviously panicked voice on the radio. Lewis barely heard it, concentrating instead on his racing heartbeat and heavy breathing.

He fired again, catching the creature directly in the head. Activating his knife, he stabbed it twice in the soft underbelly. It cried in pain but kept going. The glass shattered, but adrenaline made Lewis ignore the dozen cuts he received. He fired desperately, making the thanator fall. It got up quickly. Lewis knew he had to act fast.

With all his strength, he brought the suit's foot down on the thanator. As the AMP rocked, but held its ground, he muttered a silent thank you to the inventor of the stability chip and stabbed the beast. Quickly, he aimed his gun, ready to deliver the killer shot.

"Ammunition is empty," announced the computerised voice.

Gritting his teeth, Lewis took the AMP's foot off the thanator. It reacted instantly, preparing to leap. Lewis desperately held up his gun and brought it down with all his strength on the thanator. He moved the suit forwards, trapping the beast between him and the tree. He held up the gun.

The thanator gasped as Lewis pushed the gun forwards. Dark purple blood splashed all over the tree as the thanator screamed its terrifying final scream. Lewis stabbed it one final time, then jumped out of the suit, gasping.

Location: Site 26, Hallelujah Mountains

Jake Sully slowly wheeled his wheelchair to the edge of the cliff. He needed some time alone.

I'll never walk again. I lost my Avatar. I am no longer a Na'vi. But I fought the humans. I fought a war that no one thought was fightable. I am no longer a human. I'm not a Marine. Not Toruk'makto. I'm no one at all.

He looked at the beautiful view. Banshees flew swiftly amongst the greenery, the wind blew slowly, rustling the plants.

He had fought for that beauty, that life, that perfection. He had lost. Now there would be another battle. No one would win. The humans would leave, but the Na'vi would lose thousands. Eywa would be harmed and the Earth would descend into chaos.

I became my enemy, fighting it.

The Na'vi had mourned the loss of Toruk'makto. Jake had mourned the loss of… of Jake Sully.

For who was he now? Hated by Quaritch, Parker and most of the other gun-toting morons. Trudy and Grace were dead. Even Neytiri didn't want him in the clan. He was no one at all.

War. War. Always war. He had seen enough war on Earth to last a lifetime. Then Pandora. Seeing Tsu'tey die, his toruk slain, Trudy's Samson crash. He hated the humans.

And yet (and there always was a yet) he felt some loyalty to the humans. Earth was dying. Unobtanium could save it. Could he really argue against that? Could he destroy his species?

You're a traitor. A traitor to your own species.

Suddenly, Norm's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Mate, you need to calm down. You were sounding like Quaritch."

Jake sat up straight. He realised that he had been talking out loud.

"I scouted out Hell's Gate a few hours ago," said Norm. Jake could tell it was bad news by the tone of his voice. "They're going all out. They've got the Valkyrie spraying pesticides everywhere. The Dragon was bombing the forest and they had bulldozers and AMPs and God knows what. They're really going all out. They'll do anything to win."

Jake turned to face Norm and paused. A very long pause. "Mines. They'll blow up hundreds of the Na'vi before they even reach the fence. Technology always seems cool, but it always ends up hurting people. The choppers killed people. Guns killed people. My Avatar killed people. Death. It always has to end in death."

He breathed heavily, then continued. "They're desperate. They'll use everything. Mines. Bombs. Fire. They'll gas them, I bet. You know how many that'll kill? How much pointless death? We'll do anything to survive."

Norm remembered something. "We?"

Jake looked down at his human body. After what seemed like an hour, he replied.

"Yes. We."

Date: 25 August, 2154

Location: Hell's Gate, Infirmary

Jack slowly opened his eyes as the world seemed to tilt beneath him. Bright lights stung his eyes.

"Wh-? Where am I?" he asked slowly.

"You're in the infirmary," said a gentle female voice. "You attacked two guards, trying to get to Quaritch. He…" she paused. "He wants to see you alone."

"I'll kill the bastard!" he shouted suddenly, startling everyone in the room. "He killed my sister! Lucy! She's dead because of that psycho!"

Quaritch walked towards the bed, deliberately maintaining an air of nonchalance. He was armed, Jack noticed. The doctors and nurses all, as if on cue, quickly left the immediate area.

"Listen up. You should be punished. You broke a guard's nose, and I understand that he's very keen to speak to you." He was speaking calmly, as if the entire situation was completely unimportant for him.

"But you're twin is dead. You saw her blow herself up. So I'll let you off. Now. Now only."

Suddenly, he moved in closer- to within twenty centimetres of Jack.

"I expect absolute obedience from you, now. You might think that the walls are closing in on you, that there is a darkness surrounding you. But Lucy wasn't stupid, and neither are you. There are risks on Pandora. Both of you knew that."

"Everyone deals with grief." Suddenly, he moved in closer- to within twenty centimetres of Jack.

"Everyone deals with grief. You may need to do it a bit faster than others, because of the ten-thousand-strong horde out there. And you will."

All Jack wanted to do was sleep, but then an idea came into his head.

"Sir, how do you know everyone deals with grief?"

Quaritch turned around. "Because I did."

Longer chapter today! Sorry for the late update, I was very busy on Monday. Unfortunately this story is postponed until January, because I'm going on holiday. Don't stop reviewing!