Intimate Betrayal (Neteyam X Female OC X Lo'ak)

Lai'ras Sacrifice

"Mama?" Lai'ra's voice barely escaped her trembling lips as she reluctantly stepped forward, tears welling up in her eyes.
Their voice carried a sinister cadence. "Close, but no," they taunted, relishing in the torment they inflicted upon Lai'ra. Shadows danced in their eyes, devoid of the warmth and love that had once radiated from her mother's gaze. Lai'ra's heart shattered as the truth unfolded before her.
"No..." she choked out, her voice barely a whisper, as the tears spilled down her cheeks. The pain of the realization weighed heavily upon her, squeezing her heart with a relentless grip. This person, using her mothers' body as an Avatar, was nothing more than a cruel shell, devoid of the soul and love that once resided within her mother.

"Lai'ra... Lai'ra, come on, mamas. That's not Í'oíma," Lo'ak choked out, his voice trembling with a mixture of concern and desperation. He reached out, attempting to tug Lai'ra away, but she remained rooted to the spot, unable to tear her gaze away. Her mind waged a battle between the painful truth and the remnants of denial, immobilizing her in a state of anguish.
Lai'ra's heart pounded in her chest. Her gaze locked onto the Avatar, their eyes meeting in a chilling moment of recognition. The veil of anguish was pierced by a surge of raw fury that coursed through her veins, fueling a desperate need for answers and justice.
"My my... how you've grown little girl. I can't believe you've been alive all these years." The demon whispers as a devilish smile creeps up on her face.

"What have you done to my mother's body, demon?!" Lai'ra's voice erupted from the depths of her soul, a primal scream of rage that reverberated through the air. Her bow and arrow were pulled forth, and with trembling hands, she took aim, her eyes unwavering, fixed upon the demon's head.
The Avatar sneered, reveling in the chaos. "Oh, come now. You'd really kill your own mother? Tsk, tsk," the demon taunted, its voice dripping with a sickening blend of mockery and sadistic delight. The words struck a nerve, tearing at the fragile remnants of Lai'ra's heart.
Her hands trembled, a battle waging within her as she fought to steady her aim. The conflicting currents of love and horror swirled within her, tugging at her soul with a relentless force. The image before her of her mother, a twisted imitation that both repulsed and bewildered her.

"We got one of Sully's kids here. Get them," the demon's command echoed through the air, a sinister decree that shattered the moment of tense confrontation. In an instant, the stillness was shattered, replaced by a chaotic symphony of impending danger. The Recoms materialized, converging upon them with ruthless efficiency.
Lai'ra's heart raced with a mixture of fear and determination. She had no choice but to temporarily set aside her pursuit of the demon, focusing instead on the imminent threat that loomed before them. In the face of adversity her instincts kicked in.
Swift and fluid, Lai'ra moved with a grace honed by years of training. Her bow and arrow became extensions of her will, each shot a calculated strike. Her senses heightened, attuned to the chaos unfolding around her, as she fought to protect the people she loves and preserve the fragile flicker of hope that still burned within her.
Lai'ra's heart sank as her efforts proved futile against the overwhelming force of the Avatar Recoms. Despite her fierce resistance, she found herself overpowered, her body pinned down by the weight of her captors. The cold metal of a gun pressed against her temple, a chilling reminder of the day she was taken all those years ago.

Her gaze locked with Tsireya's, the anguish in her eyes mirrored by the tears streaming down her face. Lai'ra's voice strained with urgency as she shouted to her friend, her words a desperate plea for survival. "Reya! Get out of here!" The raw emotion in her voice reverberated through the air, pleading for Tsireya to escape the imminent danger.
Tsireya's eyes widened in horror as she witnessed Lai'ra being restrained, her heart torn between the instinct to flee and the loyalty that bound their sisterhood. Tears mingled with her determination as she struggled with the devastating choice before her.
"Kehe!" she yelled, her voice cracking with a mix of despair and defiance. The words echoed through the tense atmosphere, a final proclamation of her refusal to abandon them.
"Listen to her, Reya!" Ao'nung's growl reached Tsireya's ears, his face forced into the unforgiving ground. His voice urged Tsireya to prioritize her own survival.
"GO NOW, MA TSMUKIT!" Lai'ra snarled, her voice laced with both command and a heartbreaking tenderness. She fought back the waves of anger that threatened to consume her, her breaths growing shallower as she prepared herself for the inevitable. With a mixture of relief and sorrow, Lai'ra watched as Tsireya ran off, disappearing into the distance.
Her attention then turned to Ao'nung and Lo'ak, their faces etched with a shared sense of defiance mingled with resignation. Tears of anger welled up in the corner of her eyes, "I'm so sorry, guys." She whispers.

As the tension grew thick, Lo'ak's mind raced with thoughts of escape. In a surge of desperation, he summoned all his remaining strength and sank his fangs into the arm of his captor, eliciting a startled cry of pain.
Blood dripped from the wound as Lo'ak wrestled himself free from the weakened hold, adrenaline coursing through his veins. With a wild determination gleaming in his eyes, he broke into a sprint, his voice echoing with a resolute declaration. "I'm going to get help!"
"Son of a bitch! GO AFTER HIM!" The Recom holding Lai'ra down yells angrily.
"Fuck you!" Lai'ra snarled defiantly through gritted teeth, her voice a testament to her indomitable spirit. With a surge of determination, she strained against her captor's grip, desperately fighting to free herself. The taste of freedom lingered on her lips, fueling her resistance despite the odds stacked against her.  Then, a distant sound reached her ears—a helicopter approaching. Dread washed over her, freezing her in place as her heart plummeted into the depths of her stomach. She knew what was about to happen next. The realization sent shivers down her spine, her blood running cold.

Lai'ra's breath hitched as the approaching helicopter grew nearer, casting an eerie glow upon the scene. Panic surged through her, fueling a desperate plea that welled up from the depths of her soul. With tears streaming down her face, she turned her gaze towards the Recoms, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperation.
"Please! Please, let him go. Just take me, he's got nothing to do with this!" Lai'ra begged, her voice cracking with anguish. Her heart ached at the thought of sacrificing herself, but the love for her family compelled her to make this agonizing choice. She couldn't bear the idea of them both suffering the same fate, of him being tortured by the Sky People.
The Avatar, bearing an eerie resemblance to Lai'ra's beloved mother, regarded her with a twisted smile playing upon their lips. Her eyes, devoid of warmth and compassion, seemed to pierce into Lai'ra's very soul. In a chilling voice, she finally responded, their words laden with malicious intent.
"You know what? I'm feeling generous today and since you're being a brave little girl... I'll let him go." the Avatar said in a low voice, her eyes piercing into Lai'ra's.

Her heart sank, a mix of relief and despair washing over her. The weight of her sacrifice, the devastating reality of the situation, settled upon her shoulders. She had made a desperate plea, hoping for a glimmer of mercy, but now she had to face the consequences head-on.
"Kehe! Lai'ra, no don't do this!" The sound of Ao'nung's anguished plea pierced through the air, a desperate cry laced with worry and fear. Lai'ra's heart ached at the sight of him, still bound and helpless, yet she couldn't deny the flicker of hope that danced within her. She had made her choice, a sacrifice born out of love, and now it was time to face the consequences.
Tears welled in her eyes as their gazes locked, a silent conversation passing between them. Words were unnecessary; their connection ran deep, forged by shared experiences, unwavering loyalty, and a bond that transcended the trials they faced. In that fleeting moment, Lai'ra mouthed a heartfelt plea, her voice stifled by the distance between them.
"Be safe, please..."
Her whispered words carried a weight that reached beyond the physical realm, an earnest prayer etched upon her lips. She implored Eywa to safeguard her family.