Bleeding Hearts

Bleeding Hearts

Part 6

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“You took everything from me,” my voice spoke through the machine he was using to watch his own death. There were tears in my eyes as I forced my dagger in his skull. My strength was able to force it in after three strikes, and his demons looked at me.

“I will do the same to you all,” I hissed at them.

The Colonel grabbed his human skull from his body and held it in his hands. It is tiny compared to the body he occupies now, and he crushed it in his hand.

“So this belongs to you,” He said without looking at me, my dagger in his hand.

He stared at it with a certain look within his eye. He looked conflicted and confused, but his own emotional turmoil did not matter to me.

“What’s the DNA request for, boss?” The demon asked him, and he finally looked at me.

“Just need to double check something when we get back,” He told him, avoiding the question as he continued to stare at me. He was studying my face, almost as if he had seen me before.

The eclipse had dawned upon us, and I started to think of what to do before their leader could take us with them. Their weapons are made for fast moving targets, so unless they were distracted, we could not just run. Tuk is still too small to defend herself, so I would have to prioritize her safety before anything else.

“Show me your hands,” the Colonel told me, to which I held them down.

He grabbed both my hands by my wrist while the other held me by my queue, and I clenched my jaw.

“Only three fingers,” he muttered to himself, and then looked at me. His hand reached for my hair and I tried to scoot away.

“Stay!” The demon demanded, his gun being held at the back of my neck.

My ears folded back to avoid his unholy hand, and grabbed a feather from my hair. It was one that Neytiri had braided into my hair.

“Do you know her?” He held up the feather and then the end of my sister's bow.

Which had the same feather.

“I will tear out your vocal cords and feed them to Zephyr,” I replied, my voice low and dangerous as it started to rain.

“Do. . .do you know where. . .” He tried to communicate with me but was frustrated.

The other demons could sense this and grabbed Kiri. They grabbed her by her restraints and held a gun to her temple.

“Kiri!” I yelled in a panic.

“Answer him or she gets a bullet,” Kiri whimpered, closing her eyes.

“It was a gift from my sister. She is the first woman to kill you,” I answered.

“The first?” the Colonel questioned.

I said nothing but stared at him. He was no man, nor could he ever dream to be Na’vi - he wears our skin but is nothing but hollow within.

That is why they are demons.

He got up and the feather hung between his fingers, keeping it in place. Before I could try and figure out my own plan, a call came deep within the forest.

Neytiri.

I had to keep a smile from approaching on my lips as the children recognized their mothers call. The demons assumed it was some animal, but they would regret ignoring the calls of a mother.

“Watch our six,” the Colonel told them and started to walk away. I was beside Kiri and Spider, being held by a demon woman.

My sister's calls were growing stronger, meaning she was growing closer.

Kiri started to pray to Eywa, hoping that we would all make it out alive. The demon yanked her hair, telling her to be quiet, but she ignored him. One last pull, I knew he had made a grave mistake.

And Neytiris’ arrow struck through his skull. The demon woman panicked, and her grip on me loosened. I turned around as she started firing her weapon into the trees and pushed it upwards. It avoided Neytiri completely, and I bit her wrist.

“Shit!” She yelled out in pain, letting her weapon out of her grasp as my fangs punctured her skin.

As she swung out at me, I ducked and ran into the forest. The eclipse would not be over for an hour and the darkness covered me well. I could smell the gas bomb that Lo’ak released, and climbed further into the trees.

The gunfire that once crowded my hearing had now ceased, and my ears flickered at the sound of a gun being reloaded.

He is beneath me.

One look downwards, and he was beneath the tree I had hidden myself in. The revived demon, the one responsible for my fathers death and for my familys’ grief.

“That you, Mrs. Sully? I recognized your calling card,” He called out to her, and I spotted my dagger in his pocket.

“Why don’t you come on out, Mrs. Sully? You and I, we’ve got some unfinished business.”

You will die before you reach her.

“Demon! I will kill you as many times as I have to!” She yelled out.

“Guess you’ve been pretty busy! Got yourself a whole litter of half-breeds! I met your sister too! She’s a real fiery one! I think we’d get along great,” He was taunting her, trying to coax her out.

My chance for revenge came as the guns sounded, and he got up to take his shot.

She was the first, and I will be the last.

I jumped down onto him, forcing my feet off of the tree and collided with his body. We fell downwards, and as he scrambled to try and get me away, I bit his neck.

I remained ontop of him as his hands went to my shoulders, trying to force me off, but the harder he pushed, the more blood I could taste.

He elbowed my throat, to which I gasped and let go, but I had grabbed my dagger and held it at his throat.

“Neytiri was the first, but I will be the last,” I sneered, forcing my thumb inside of his neck wound, and he cried out.

“Any last words, demon?” I brought up my dagger, ready to pierce his heart.

“Nina, I’m sorry.”

I was caught off guard, and that day, I would not have my revenge. Just as I was confused by his answer and the look of despair in his eyes, a gunshot sounded and my eyes widened.

The grip on my dagger loosened and it fell as I grabbed my shoulder. It was throbbing with pain and when I looked at my hand, it was covered in blood.

A sharp pain came from behind me, and all I could see was darkness.

fun fact: he actually cares

Can I please be tagged in the bleeding heart series? I love it so much!

Of course!

Bleeding Hearts

Part 3.

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Miles p.o.v

This body was mine.

But it didn't feel like it.

I felt like an imposter inside of a body meant for a Marine. We were made so that the direct influence of someone called Eywa would not stray us from our mission.

I felt my tail flick around, I felt my hands, and I could feel the ground beneath me.

But the name Colonel Quaritch did not feel like it was me.

"Colonel!"

"Yes, General?" I stood up, my hand going up to the end of my brow to salute.

"Are you dreaming? No? Then come on, I have a job for you," I nodded, following her lead but avoiding the low ceilings that were not meant for these ten feet bodies.

My squad was already present, staring at a video on repeat and they looked terrified.

"What's going ok? You're pissing your pants, Corporal?" I crossed my arms, approaching them.

"Might as well," He chuckled, "come, look at this."

"We received some of this feed from a helicopter," General emphasized some images of a Na'vi woman.

"She always shows up first. No matter who we send in, how many or even where we go in - she is always the first to show up and attack," She started playing the cam footage.

A Na'vi woman was the first on scene with a Banshee. It flew in from above and she launched a bow straight into the heart of the helicopter - blowing it to smithereens.

"Here," The next one, her Banshee grabbed the shooter and threw him off.

Before we could even see where she went, blood splattered onto the screen.

"Slit his throat," General commented.

And the last one, she was on top of a floating mountain and the helicopter prepared to shoot.

Easy target.

But then the damn Banshee flew in while he was distracted and launched it infront of her. She grabbed the pilot and dragged him out in front of the camera.

"Death to you all," She hissed something in their language before slitting his throat with her blade. He choked slowly, trying to fight back but it was a painful and slow death.

And she launched a dagger into the camera.

"She said, "Death to you all"," General added.

"We have no record of her, not even anything on if she attended Grace Augustine's school. Colonel, do you recognize her?" General asked me.

"The video footage is a bit shaky, but unfortunately I have not a damn clue who she could be."

But even the tone in her voice and the sound of it was familiar.

I had never seen her before, or maybe I had but my memories weren't fully back yet.

"She could be their lookout. Telling them before we even see her so they have the drop on us."

"That's very plausible, but once I send you out, I need you to find her," My ears went down at this and my gaze focused on the General.

"She's their alarm, and she will know much more information than we need. She's an asset, and I do not want you to leave until you capture her," General instructed.

And looked towards me.

"By any means necessary. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," I grinned, staring at the paused video.

She's a harmless little thing compared to us.

One tranquilizer and she's ours.

Bleeding Hearts

Part 7

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Miles pov

Years ago, on Earth. . .

The love of my life was dying.

At the age of ten, my love was diagnosed with lung cancer. It was unexpected, and it happened over the course of a week.

During class, she started to seize and she was taken away in an ambulance. Her lungs were filled with liquid and with hundreds of tests done, it was confirmed she has stage two lung cancer.

She was pulled out of school, but that didn't keep me from her. Every day, like clockwork, I took a bus to the hospital to visit room 23.

And over the course of a few years, she kept getting worse.

Her parents didn't want her to do chemo, but it was her only chance of living. Her eyes were sunken in, but the sparkle was still there. Her spirit was breaking but she was still smiling. Her curly hair was coming off in clumps but she insisted she looked better bald.

I wanted to see her get better.

I wanted to see her out of here.

"Nina," I said one day, catching her attention as the nurse finished taking her blood.

"Yes?"

"Once you're better, I'm gonna marry you," Her eyes widened.

"Wh-what the fuck? Miles, don't joke about stuff like that-"

"I'm not joking. I love you, and I've been in love with you since we were kids. I'll join the military and get us a house, and you'll never have to worry about anything ever again, I swear to you," She started to cry and at first, I thought my feelings weren't reciprocated.

But she kissed me and said yes.

I had asked her fathers permission beforehand. I wanted him to know that his daughter would be taken care of, and that I would always be by her side. Her mother was hesitant, but they both knew that if I waited any longer, I would regret never telling her.

Date nights were spent in her room. I would pick up her favorites and new things to try, just to see the reaction on her face when she found something else she liked.

One night, I had fallen asleep in the room. I was going to head home, since visiting hours were done, but she wanted me to stay.

I fell asleep with her hand in mine, my back getting used to the chair I would find myself taking naps in.

Suddenly, I heard a blaring alarm. My eyes snapped open and turned to Nina, who was seizing.

“Nina!” I tried running to her side but doctors were already forcing me out. Her eyes were on mine as I was being dragged out, and she tried speaking but no words would leave her lips.

“Please, help her!”

“You can’t be in here, Miles,” One of the nurses said, closing the door infront of me. I rushed to the side window, trying to see what was going on and luckily, they didn’t close the blinds. They turned her on her side, forcing out her IV and her body wouldn’t stop shaking.

You’ll be okay.

They’ll save you, just like they always do.

But her heart rate was going down. Rapidly.

“Hey!” I screamed, banging on the glass.

“Hey, don’t you give up on me! Nina, you need to fight!” Love can make you blind. I was so convinced that she would be out of there that I ignored how skinny she had gotten, and how pale she was. I wanted so badly to believe that she would get out so I could marry her that I didn’t even see it.

She wanted to die.

She was tired of fighting.

And it stopped.

The monitor that always beeps repeatedly, all day and everyday, had stopped.

That’s when the screaming started. I wanted it to be a nightmare. I wanted to wake up as my fists repeatedly hit the glass window, ignoring the pain and the blood. I couldn’t see reason because there couldn’t be any good one. What reason was there to take such a beautiful person away? What reason was there to take her away?

Why couldn’t I just see her smile one more time?

All those thoughts were racing through my mind as I stared at the DNA results infront of me.

Ninat’ia, a Na’vi, perfectly matched the DNA results of Nina Gonzales, who died in 2120.

This felt like a punch to the gut. Like the world was saying “fuck you”.

“Anything come up?” General Ardmore questioned from the doorway.

“Nah, just some bullshit,” I replied, trying to keep my composure as I clicked delete.

Just absolute bullshit.

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