Nothing's lost, no more pain

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

𝔸ℝ𝕐𝔸'𝕊 swift action sent her knife slicing through the air, catching Quaritch off guard as it grazed the side of his head. With a fierce determination, she seized the yellow container nearby, bringing it crashing down onto Quaritch's form.

Meanwhile, Neytan's desperate cries pierced through the chaos as he called out to Arya, "Arya!" his voice a beacon of urgency amidst the tumult. But his attention was abruptly diverted by the encroaching flames, their fiery tongues licking at the oil-slicked surface and encircling him and his children in the water.

"It's coming!" Tuk's panicked voice rang out, echoing the imminent danger. Spider's voice cut through the chaos, urging them to retreat to the safety of the ship. "Back. Back. Get back to the ship. Go!" he commanded, urgency driving their movements as they scrambled away from the encroaching inferno. Meanwhile, Arya grappled with Quaritch in a fierce struggle for dominance, each blow met with equal ferocity. But a sudden impact sent Arya hurtling backward, the force of the blow knocking her into the water. Undeterred, she quickly regained her footing, launching herself back into the fray.

As Neytan ushered his children toward the sinking vessel, a sudden surge of water threatened to pull Tuk away. "Dad, take my hand!" Kiri cried out, her hand outstretched towards her father. With unwavering determination, Neytan fought against the current, his grip tightening on his daughter's hand. But despite his efforts, the relentless force of the water proved too powerful, wrenching Tuk from his grasp and dragging her into the depths below of the vent. "No!" Neytan's anguished cry echoed through the water as he dove after his daughter, determination burning bright in his eyes. "Tuk!"

"Dad!" Tuk's voice echoed through the watery chaos as Neytan urged her forward. "Swim! Swim," he urged, his own strokes propelling him onward. Together, they reached a staircase, and Neytan gestured for Tuk to climb ahead. "Go, Tuk. Climb up," he instructed, following closely behind her as they ascended.

Meanwhile, Arya continued her fierce battle with Quaritch on the top deck, her movements precise and calculated. But Quaritch proved to be a formidable opponent, knocking her knife from her grasp and engaging her in a brutal hand-to-hand struggle. With a swift headbutt and a powerful kick, Arya managed to gain the upper hand momentarily, but Quaritch retaliated, sending them both tumbling as a small sub jolted, knocking Quaritch into the water below. Back in the tilting hallway, Neytan and Tuk struggled to maintain their balance as the ship listed precariously. Neytan steadied Tuk, urging her forward urgently. "Go! Go, go, go!" he urged, pushing her onward as they navigated the shifting terrain. With swift reflexes, Arya tore off her vest and wielded it as a makeshift shield just as Quaritch lunged at her, brandishing his knife menacingly. Reacting with agility, Arya swiftly wrapped her vest around Quaritch's armed hand and his neck, using it to restrain him and drive his head forcefully into the hard floor below. The impact reverberated through the deck as Quaritch grunted in pain, momentarily stunned by Arya's counterattack.

Meanwhile, Spider and Kiri scrambled to climb up the titling ship, their movements fueled by adrenaline and fear. "Keep climbing! Go!" Spider's voice rang out, urging Kiri to ascend as quickly as possible, his own movements mirroring hers as they sought safety amidst the chaos.

Quaritch struggled against Arya's hold, managing to break free just as she swiftly evaded his knife strike. Anger flared in Arya's eyes, and for a moment, she saw Neteyam's image in her mind, fuelling her determination to take down Quaritch. With a fierce growl, she launched herself at him, her movements fuelled by a potent mix of rage and grief. Meanwhile, Neytan and Tuk raced through the corridor, the water rising ominously behind them. Neytan frantically tried to open a locked door, urgency evident in Tuk's hurried pleas. "Open it!" she urged, the urgency of their situation pressing down on them.

As the ship tilted even further, Arya and Quaritch found themselves grappling on the stairs. Arya's keen eyes caught sight of a hanging chain nearby, and she seized it, wielding it as a weapon against Quaritch. With a powerful strike, she landed a blow on Quaritch, causing him to grunt in pain as Arya emitted an animalistic hiss of defiance.

Back at the locked door, Neytan finally managed to pry it open, pulling Tuk inside just as they were engulfed by the rushing water. Meanwhile, Arya continued her fierce battle with Quaritch, their struggle intensifying with each passing moment. Despite his bloodied and injured state, Quaritch refused to back down, swinging his knife at Arya with renewed ferocity.

Arya deftly wrapped the chain around Quaritch's arm, forcing him to stab the metal floor and disarming him in the process. But Quaritch fought back fiercely, delivering a brutal punch to Arya's face followed by a knee to her stomach. Neytan and Tuk, now atop tables and chairs, climbed desperately to higher ground, Neytan's urgent commands urging Tuk onward. "Climb! Go!" he urged, his voice laced with determination as they sought to escape the rising waters.

As Quaritch's kick landed, Arya was sent flying into a nearby submarine, the impact rattling her. Before she could recover, Quaritch was upon her, his fist crashing into her face with brutal force. Arya, undeterred, swiftly retaliated, seizing Quaritch's arm and delivering a powerful blow of her own. Meanwhile, Spider and Kiri, climbing desperately as the ship tilted dangerously, urged each other on. "We're rolling over! Go, go, go!" Spider's urgent words spurred Kiri to hasten her ascent. Neytan and Tuk, still climbing, struggled to maintain their balance as the ship's violent motion threw them against the ceiling, now the floor. "No!" Neytan cried out in alarm as they fought to stay aloft. Tuk's panicked cry pierced the chaos as Neytan guided her away from the encroaching water. As the ship completed its roll, Arya and Quaritch were flung into the water, the impact knocking Arya unconscious momentarily.

Spider and Tuk reached the centre of the ship, but Spider urged them onward. "Keep going!" he urged as they raced forward. "This way, this way!" he directed, assisting Kiri along the way. Neytan and Tuk hurried to a corner where they spotted a door. Neytan quickly opened it partially, and Tuk prepared to pass through. However, the force of the water outside caused the door to slam shut before they could escape. Neytan strained against the door with all his might, desperation evident in his voice. "Open it! Open it!" Tuk cried out, but the water's pressure proved too strong, and the door sealed shut, leaving Neytan submerged next to Tuk. "Dad!" Meanwhile, Spider and Kiri raced to higher ground on the ship, only to find themselves surrounded by the encroaching water.

Arya, submerged and disoriented, glimpsed fleeting images of her family and her beloved son, Neteyam, before her eyes snapped open. Quaritch surfaced for air, only to be pulled back down by Arya's relentless grip. As Neytan and Tuk swam desperately, Tuk's fear became palpable. "There's no way out!" she exclaimed in anguish.

Spider and Kiri surveyed their surroundings, a sense of urgency filling the air. "Stay together, okay?" Spider urged, clasping Kiri's hand tightly as the water continued to rise around them. "Stay together," he repeated, his voice strained with worry. However, as the ship descended deeper into the abyss, the force of the impact caused Spider and Kiri to lose their grip on each other.

Meanwhile, Quaritch attempted to land a punch on Arya, but she deftly dodged his attack. However, Quaritch swiftly wrapped his legs around her, attempting to strangle her. Neytan, scanning their surroundings in desperation, called out, "Oh, Great Mother, help us!" His plea echoed into the vastness of the sinking vessel.

As the ship collided with the ocean floor, Arya was momentarily freed from Quaritch's grip. Seizing the opportunity, she maneuvered behind him, locking her arm around his neck and her legs around his body to immobilize him. With a surge of strength fuelled by rage, Arya relentlessly tightened her hold, choking Quaritch into submission until he went limp. With a final shove, she pushed his lifeless body away, watching as he sank into the depths. Despite her victory, Arya's lungs screamed for air as she frantically searched for an escape route amidst the darkness and chaos of the sinking ship.

Kiri and Spider scanned the underwater surroundings anxiously, their eyes searching for any sign of their parents amidst the murky depths. Suddenly, their attention was drawn to Lo'ak, who approached them riding an ilu. "Bro!" Spider exclaimed with a mix of relief and concern, while Kiri relayed the grim news. "Mom and Dad... are down there. In the ship."

Lo'ak's eyes widened in alarm at the revelation, and without hesitation, he offered his assistance. "Grab on!" he urged, extending his hand to Spider. Spider, however, remained steadfast. "Bro, I'm good. Go!" he insisted, understanding the urgency of the situation. With a nod of understanding, Lo'ak and Kiri dove down towards the sunken vessel, Spider shining his flashlight to illuminate their path.

As they descended into the depths, Arya's consciousness began to slip away, her body growing heavier as she sank deeper into the abyss. Meanwhile, Spider and Lo'ak split up, each searching fervently for any sign of their family. Beneath the surface, Kiri activated the gill mantle on her back, allowing her to navigate the underwater environment more easily. Suddenly, she found herself surrounded by a school of fish, their graceful movements momentarily captivating her attention.

Amidst the search, Spider's flashlight revealed a startling sight: the figure of a male Na'vi body. "Neytan!" Spider exclaimed, his heart skipping a beat with hope. However, upon closer inspection, it became clear that it was Quaritch, his body twitching with the last remnants of life. Meanwhile, Lo'ak's diligent search led him to his unconscious mother, whom he swiftly swam up while holding Arya's arm.

Spider's initial frustration at the discovery quickly gave way to a sense of grim determination as he turned back to face Quaritch.

Lo'ak gently helped Arya to grasp onto a nearby metal pole, providing her with a lifeline as she gasped for precious air. "Mom," he said softly, concern etched in his voice. Meanwhile, Spider's frustration boiled over as he reached Quaritch, grabbing hold of his vest with a mixture of anger and determination. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, his emotions running high as he swiftly pulled the string of Quaritch's life jacket, propelling them both towards the surface.

As Lo'ak attempted to comfort Arya, urging her to focus on breathing, she called out his name. "Lo'ak?" she questioned weakly. In response, Lo'ak expressed his remorse, burdened by guilt over the loss of Neteyam. "I'm sorry, mom. I'm sorry about Neteyam. It's all my fault," he confessed, his voice heavy with self-blame.

Arya shook her head, rejecting her son's guilt. "No, son. It's not," she reassured him, her maternal instincts kicking in even in the midst of their dire situation. However, the reality of their predicament soon became undeniable as the water continued to rise, threatening their dwindling air pocket. "We're losing the air pocket. Come on. We've gotta move. We got to go, Mom," Lo'ak urged, his urgency palpable. Arya hesitated, knowing the gravity of their situation. "You know your way out?" she inquired, her tone resigned.

Lo'ak nodded, but his expression betrayed his concern. "I think so. But, Mom, it's gonna be a long breath-hold," he admitted, fully aware of the risks they faced. Arya's gaze shifted downwards, her heart heavy with a painful realization.

"I won't be able to go with you..." she murmured, her voice strained with emotion. Confusion clouded Lo'ak's features as he looked at his mother, only to spot the telltale signs of injury—a stab wound on her side. Arya grimaced, applying pressure to the wound in a desperate attempt to stem the flow of blood.

"No.. no, mom," Lo'ak protested, disbelief and anguish mingling in his voice as he grappled with the harsh reality of their situation.

Arya's voice trembled with emotion as she spoke, her words weighted with the realization of their grim circumstances. "I can't make it. You can. You can," she insisted, her maternal instinct urging her son to prioritize his survival. Lo'ak's resolve wavered as tears streamed down his cheeks, his heart torn between the desire to stay with his mother and the need to heed her words. "No," he protested, his voice choked with emotion.

Arya's smile, though faint, held a glimmer of reassurance as she sought to comfort her son in her final moments. "So, you gotta go right now," she urged gently, her strength fading but her maternal love unwavering.

Lo'ak's anguish was palpable as he pleaded with his mother, his desperation evident in every word. "I can't lose you too, Mom. Please, you are the strongest person I know. I can't lose you. Please," he implored, his heart breaking at the thought of losing his mother.

With a tender smile, Arya reached out to wipe away his tears, her touch offering solace even in the face of their impending separation. Meanwhile, Neytan and Tuk found themselves engulfed in darkness as the lights flickered out, igniting Tuk's fear.

"Papa, I'm scared," Tuk confessed, her voice trembling with uncertainty. Neytan's reassuring presence offered a glimmer of comfort in the darkness as he smiled and spoke, his voice calm and steady. "It is alright. Stay close to me. Stay close to Papa," he reassured her, his paternal instinct guiding him to protect his daughter no matter the circumstances.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

By: SilverMist707

I hope you enjoy it <3