Blackwood's Hunt
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Jake looked on. Fire burned down the alien trees, and there were bodies from both species laying limp on the ground. His Ikran whimpered, looking at the death and destruction. Jake patted the creature, trying to calm it. "It's okay," he breathed.
He mentally told the creature to duck down, and it followed. Neytiri and Tu'sky were on the ground, shooting at the enemy. Neytiri looked to her mate, her face creased with worry. "I've got to find Quaritch!" he called to his mate.
Neytiri nodded, watching as Jake went south. Tu'sky jumped for cover behind a tree trunk, and the taller female Na'vi followed her example, and bullets sprayed. Neytiri looked to Tu'sky. "I have bad feeling," she breathed.
"What you mean?" Tu'sky asked over the explosions and screams.
"About Jhake and MilesQuaritch," Neytiri answered, standing up, and shooting at a soldier, and then she ducked for cover.
"Then we have to help," the other Na'vi said, ducking her head closer to the ground.
Quaritch rushed through the brush, his breathing hard. He glanced behind him, honing in on the sound of Blackwood's AMP. The clone jumped onto a tree, crawling to the crotch of the tree. It was perfect for hiding—Tu'sky had taught him that. He hid behind the foliage, waiting for Blackwood. And when he came into the clone's view, the colonel jumped on the AMP. Quaritch was wild—growling like a savage. Blackwood snarled, thrying to shake the clone from his AMP suit. That was when Quaritch pulled out his gun and fired, the bullets bouncing off the windshield. Blackwood lashed out his hands, groping for the man. He grabbed the clone, throwing him to the earth, even though he was still firing. Blackwood came over, smashing down his robot hands, just like he was trying to smash a bug; Quaritch dodging each move with surprising swiftness. Just then there was a screech, and a body flew at the AMP. It was an Ikran. It snapped its jaws at the machine. Jake jumped off his Ikran, and onto the AMP. Blackwood was startled by the alien creature that attacked him. The man swatted the creature with his robot hands, but the dragon-beast kept attacking. Quaritch smiled, and Jake landed next to him.
"You okay?" the once-Marine inquired.
"Of course," Quaritch said with a smirk.
The Ikran kept attacking, and Blackwood grabbed the dragon-like being, and threw it into a tree trunk. The creature screeched, and then fainted from the pain. Blackwood smirked, turning to the clone and the Na'vi. Jake hissed, his knife drawn. Quaritch had his gun drawn, aiming it at the AMP. Blackwood gave a hard laugh.
"So, ready for this?" the general asked with a smirk.
The general attacked with his AMP, and Jake jumped, clawing at the metal brute, and trying to knife the machine. Quaritch fired off rounds, the bullets bouncing off its metal skin. Blackwood grabbed the Na'vi, and threw him at Quaritch. The startled clone did not know what was happening until it was too late. They collided together, hitting the ground. The general smirked, approaching the two men. He grabbed both of them, Jake by his braid, and Quaritch by his arm, and moved to the ledge of the cliff they were on. He dangled them over the cliff, and dropped them. Blackwood let out a crackle, and walked away like nothing happened. It was too late when Neytiri and Tu'sky arrived. The taller Na'vi female looked to Jake's Ikran, horror on her face. She rushed to the animal, which began to stir. It growled, blinking its eyes.
"Where Jhake?" she asked the creature.
The Mountain Banshee stirred, shaking its wings out. When it let out a screech, it stopped to listen. Jake did not answer. It whimpered more desperately and there was still nothing. Neytiri's shoulders trembled, thinking the worse. And when the Ikran searched the land around them, and still could not find him, she knew it. He was dead. She cried out, dropping to the earth below her. Tu'sky's breath quickened. Quaritch's scent was there. She could smell it. But she could not find him. Tu'sky looked down, noticing something glimmer in the grass: Quaritch's cell phone. She picked it up, like it was something valuable, like a expensive glass vass. She then thought the worse, and glanced at her feet. She struggled to fight back the tears. She gripped the phone in her hands.
"We cannot say their names no more," she breathed, her tail limp.
Neytiri let out a more desperate cry, falling to the ground. Her cries became louder and louder. Tu'sky sunk to the other Na'vi's side, holding the woman tightly. The Ikran landed, whimpering loudly. It came over, nudging the two Na'vi females. It groaned in pain, and Neytiri held the snout of the beast.
"They with Eywa," Tu'sky breathed, drying her tears. "They with Eywa."
Neytiri looked to the other Na'vi, noticing her stiff nature. "Let your emotions go," she breathed, pulling the other Na'vi close.
Tu'sky shivered, trying to hold in her emotions. But soon it was too much to bear, and she wailed, hugging the female Na'vi. "We no longer say their names!" she wailed. "No! NO!"
Neytiri held Tu'sky, crying as well. The Ikran whined, wrapping its wings around them in comfort. All three of them ignored the explosions of the war, but only broke away when the fire caught up with them. Neytiri looked up, her cheeks wet. She pulled the Ikran close to her, and pushing Tu'sky on the other Ikran, and the beast flew off, and the fire ate up the plant life below them.
Say it, I'm evil. :p One more chapter, kiddies.