Novel & Cerita Watching Avatar 1

AVA I have experienced betrayal. Kidnapping. Gas chambers. Death threats. Nothing chilled me more than seeing my own face blink on a screen, flawless, soulless, and spreading. "She is not real," I kept repeating. But the world did not care about reality. It cared about persuading. Julian stated that the avatar had already emerged on two ancient security camera networks in Berlin and Moscow, depicting shadow images of me roaming streets I had never visited. Genesis was not only replacing me physically. He was reinventing my past.

I rubbed his back, then his head, “at least I got you, guy.” He jumped up on the couch, curled up beside me, swallowing most of my legs. I grabbed the remote for the television and flicked through the streaming apps and their movies until I landed on one of my favorites, Jurassic Park. I sat there watching it, then found out there was a marathon going on, playing every single movie, even the Jurassic World movies. I decided to stay up and watch them until I passed out or my eyes grew too heavy.

I tapped it and the screen still lit with notifications. I opened it, my vision blurring, and I saw another video message notification from Ava. I hoped it wasn’t real live p**n this time around. The thought of her actually filming Nate's cock pumping in and out of her was insane, but then again, insanity was Ava's native language. The timestamp read twenty minutes ago. Through heavy-lidded eyes, I hit play.

Same number. You’re organizing it now. Ava frowned slightly. Stop watching me, she typed back. The reply came instantly. I’m not watching you. A pause. Then, I’m warning you. Ava stared at the screen. Warning. Not explanation. Not reassurance. Warning. Her chest tightened. Warning me about what? This time, the response took longer. Long enough for Ava to feel her heartbeat in her ears. Then: That the patterns you’re seeing are only the beginning.

The thing’s voice — gurgling, overlapping, triumphant — bubbled up from the puddle of shadow spreading across the floor: The blood… spilled within the nest… is the final key… You cannot hold back the tide, Alpha… The Great Leviathan wakes… and it comes to swallow the cradle whole. A blast of polar cold swept the room — and then the Avatar was gone. The shift back to human form was agony — bones grinding, shrinking, snapping back into place — until I stood three meters tall, panting, blood and frost coating my arm. The pain hit like a hammer — but I did not fall. I crawled — dragging the broken harpoon shard — toward Maya.

I said without thinking. Avatar’s gaze snapped back to me as he interrupted. “Careful,” he warned. “You are saying too much.” I pressed my lips together, cursing myself silently. Minutes passed. Each second felt stretched, heavy, unbearable. My heart refused to slow down, no matter how hard I tried to breathe calmly. The door opened again. The man who had left returned and shook his head. “Nothing outside.” Avatar hummed thoughtfully. “Interesting.” He walked closer again, crouching slightly so his face was level with mine.

“Then let’s dig. I’m done running from shadows.” Outside, in a black SUV two blocks away, Ava watched through a zoomed camera lens. She smiled. “You’ve taken the bait,” she whispered. “Let the game begin.”

Even they had not seen her face. "Avatar. My name is Avatar." She told him. She just watched the movie a few days ago. Kind of think it was cool. Her brain was still thinking of a way to get away from this stranger who did not want to let her go. And Amiya was afraid her father would order somebody to check on her in her bedroom. Because her father's house was far from town. She must call a taxi. But that was not a problem. The problem now was to ask this man to let her get off his body!

She heard the man whisper, not intending for her to hear apparently because when her head snapped up, he immediately busied himself with the TV. "You know me?" Ava asked him but it sounded more like a statement. He didn't answer and avoided eye contact with her. Suddenly, the opening scene of Beauty and the Beast lit up the screen. Ava squealed excitedly at her favourite movie and in relief that she had something to do.

Aurora POV Sitting in the front seat of the SUV, I watched in frozen horror through the side window as Simon and Luke dug a grave. In the movies, I had seen villains dig graves, and it always looked painless, but watching a human and werewolf dig a grave in the dark looked anything but easy. "Watching a human and werewolf dig a grave in the dark... Ha! That sounds like the start of a bad joke." I heard Ava whimper from the depths of my mind, swallowing my sob of relief, not wanting to alert my captors to her presence.