Okay, I'm well aware it's not perfect, but this was just an idea that popped up in my head. I fell in love with the avatar movie, and decided I'd try my hand at it. There's a chance I won't finish it, but I will try. Anyway, here it is and I hope you enjoy it.

+Death is Just the Beginning+

Someone once told me that life was just one big test. Those who leave early are the wimps, and those who live longer and make it to old age are the winners. I didn't believe them. I had seen to much death. Witnessed to many failures to believe they were failures. I couldn't call my parents failures. I couldn't call Sage a failure.

Since their deaths the only thing that mattered to me was life, and somewhere along the way death seemed much more a winner's way to go. It seemed a privilege. An escape from seeming like a failure. If anyone was a failure it was me, this world, these people. We had failed.

We had taken things for granted for way to long. Our hearts had grown bitter, our words sharper, and our minds duller. Living life till the very end just didn't seem so much the winners circle as death.

I had already lost so much. My mother and my dad, my grandparents, the love of my life. It hadn't taken that long either. They had been the winners. They had seen the world with different eyes. They never once took anything for granted. They had tried saving the world, whereas I had done nothing. An entertainer, what could that earn you in life; a big house, cars, money, sex, drugs. The spoils of becoming a great big star. They meant nothing to me anymore. They were just an escape from reality, from what was going on around me.

Our world was dying here on Earth. Long lines of species becoming extinct. Deep holes in the earth drilled straight down almost reaching the core, for what? Just a couple of rocks, or oil that we burn, and use to pollute the air. To destroy the very thing that kept us all alive. Going Green, had just kept going the moment the fad went out. My grandparents had once told stories how the earth once looked. It used to be lush with forests, overrun by animals, and that cities and people had just been dots on the map. They told me how we once had lived with the earth, instead of on top of it. They had told me how once we had tried to save our home. Recycling, electric cars, solar panels, organic food, those were the things that ruled their time. But that was in the past, before the new age came; before technology won out and the society began to grow outward into the rainforest; before we had cut down most of the jungles, and dug up the savannas; before we had melted most of the icecaps.

Grandma Morgan used to talk of the year 2012 and when it came along. Everyone thought that it was going to be the end of everything. They were right, but not in the way they thought. They let their fears take over them. They thought because the end was near they had the right to just give up, and stop trying to save, and instead prepare themselves for the end. They thought they had the right to enjoy the pleasures of life. They thought they could take everything without giving back, because there was no choice in the matter. What did it matter, they were near the end anyway. Fear had killed the earth, killed their souls, killed their hearts, and killed their courage.

It didn't stop them though. We kept on going even after 'The End' was over. They kept telling themselves they'd change it later, that right now was just a celebration. They were celebrating life, when in fact they were celebrating their death, their end.

Grandma Morgan had been one of them, and she had regretted it till her very last breath, just like Grandpa Parker; before the end though they had tried to save us. They had become teachers, and had tried to persuade the younger generation of my time that this was wrong. It had gotten through to some, like my parents, who later became scientists, and tried to convince others, and tried to find alternatives. They had been two of many of the firsts to visit Pandora. A, at the time, newly discovered plant like ours, only what ours had once been before people could write and read, when cave paintings and grunts and groans were the form of communication. Mom had said the people on Pandora were much different. She said they were intelligent, not with technology, but the life around them. They cherished the earth, and not once thought of harming it.

My brother Tommy took this to heart. He wanted to see this planet, and escape from this dead ball of dirt and polluted water. He worked hard, listened to his elders, and eventually got a full scholarship to one of the most well-known and studious colleges in the world. I had followed him being his triplet sister, and his favorite sibling other than our triplet brother Jake. He helped me get into the right classes to become like him, however my heart lied somewhere else. I wasn't one to learn what was already known. I was the one who wanted to create. To let other people learn from me. I was a writer, a singer, oh and a good athlete thanks to Jake. I had learned from both of my brothers. I had once been perfect. Everyone had wanted to be me. That was before I got into the business, after I had training in Na'vi culture, and diplomacy.

The business had led me down the wrong road. It had gotten me into more trouble than I can count. Drugs, alcohol, and jail time. Needless to say my family was disappointed in me. I had had a bright future and I had fucked it all up. Not like anyone else hadn't done it before. Such as the classics of my grandparents time, Lindsey Lohan, Brittney Spears, Chris Brown, and so on.

When I had gotten out of jail I immediately went back to work, after rehab of course, making more music, and books, ignoring my parents' protests to take a break and get back in touch with the family. Especially my brother Jake who was heading off to war. Then came the strain of the new virus that had been accidentally dug up down in what was left of the rainforest. It might have seemed new, but it was old, and our bodies weren't used to it. It killed off a lot of cities, but that didn't keep us down for long. It had been just for a year, and then everything was fine again, at least for some people. However, for Tommy, Jake, and I it would never be the same. Our parents had been down near the cities which had gotten hit by it the hardest. While trying to save people from the virus they had caught it. They hadn't survived. That was the first bodies we had to burn. Then came Grandma and Grandpa. Grandma's cancer finally took her out of this world, and Grandpa died of a broken heart, literally. Those were the last bodies to burn; at least that's what I thought.

Sage, he was the one man that had managed to turn me into a better person. He had taken care of me, when my brothers couldn't. He was also the one that got me back in touch with them. He was a marine, one of Jake's buddies, and Tommy's. Jake had introduced us at our Grandfather's funeral. We hit it off pretty quick. In a matter of six months he was already proposing to me, and then within seven weeks he was lying in a box as they pushed his body into the furnace. Jake was supposed to be watching over him out there, but instead Sage had thrown himself in front of Jake to save him when a foreign soldier had gunned them down. Sage hadn't made it, where as Jake had only gotten a minor injury. Well if you can call minor losing the ability to use his legs. He was paralyzed from the waist down.

I never really forgave him for Sage's death. Now it's been a year, and here sits my brother Tommy in front of me drinking a beer. He had asked me to come down to a pub nearby the studio with him so we could talk. He said he had something important to ask me. Looking into his 22 year old features it was hard to believe that all of what's happened to us had happened in such a short amount of time, however nowadays it didn't take 10 years for you to get a PhD. It only really took three. Our species had grown with knowledge, just not the common sense.

"So what's this all about," I asked downing my shot glass of tequila.

"You shouldn't be drinking that. You don't need to be relapsing," Tommy grumbled in front of me before taking a sip of his own drink. Rolling my eyes I pushed the glass away and deliberately pulled out a pack of USA Golds 100 lights. Pulling out one of the long white sticks I flipped open my lighter that held my record label's name stamped on the front, and clicked the small button. A stream of fire shot out as I stuck the cig between my lips and leaned forward toward the fire. Taking in a deep puff of it I shut the top of the lighter back into place and placed it on the table. Pulling the cigarette away from my lips I breathed out upward creating a cloud of smoke that instantly mingled with other people's that were doing the same within the room.

"Those will kill you," Tommy grimaced.

"What do you think I'm looking for," I replied forcing a smile as I flipped my light brunette hair out from in front of my face. Tommy just rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair.

"How have you been," Tommy asked sincerely as I shrugged my shoulder, "Good I guess."

"Have the nightmares finally gone away," Tommy questioned as I winced. He was doing this on purpose. He knew I lied about being okay, and he always knew how to get the truth out of me unlike Jake.

"No," I whispered.

"Have you tried getting help, or taking anything," Tommy asked leaning forward again.

"No money grabbing doctor who thinks he knows me will be able to help Tommy, and medicine will just make it worse. I don't need to be going on stage looking all drugged out," I spoke vehemently. Tommy just looked at me with sympathy in his eyes. He had always understood. He knew I hated doctors, and he knew I didn't believe any of their little tricks. I hadn't trusted doctors since Gran. Medicine I hated really trusted since rehab. I didn't trust myself to even be near it anymore.

"You're looking better," he replied changing the subject as he looked me up and down. I knew what he meant. I didn't look like skin and bones anymore. It had taken awhile to get my natural curves back, and not the skeleton look I had had when I had first went into rehab, "You're blue eyes stand out more two." That made us both smile, "At least one us triplets looks good." I shoved him playfully. He knew he was hot, because everywhere he'd go he'd always have girls coming up to him. He usually just said this to cheer me up, get me riled up at him and forget things for just a little while. He tried to make it seem like we were both 18 again sitting together in the library joking over how the professors Na'vi interpretations were awful.

"How's Jake," I asked as our laughter subsided from an earlier joke.

"He's been better. He refuses any help offered to him. He's all about doing it all on his own now. You know he really does miss you. He still feels guilty about what happened, and he wants you to know that, but Mia it's time you forgive him. It wasn't his fault and you need to stop making him think it was. He's lost just as much as you, if not more. Imagine if you were in his position, how you would feel," Tommy said trying to encourage me to forget the past. For just a moment he did make me think about it. For just a moment I put myself in his shoes. Shoes that probably would give me blisters and a colder heart than I already had. Jake had had it easier though. He was one of the triplets who had gotten away with anything, and hadn't really done anything in school. He had taken the easy way out by joining the marines. Look where that got him.

"Why are you here Tommy," I asked again as the seriousness returned. Sighing Tommy leaned back in his chair once more.

"I'm shipping out to Pandora within a week. I'll be gone for 15 years Mia, and I want you to come with me. They need a scientist, but they also need someone who has trained hard in diplomacy, and in their language. They need someone with brains in other areas. They got all the scientists they need, but they need a diplomat, someone who knows how to talk the talk and walk the walk and that's you," Tommy finally spoke as my eyes widen and my blood began to boil.

"I have other obligations, Tommy," I mumbled trying to keep the anger down in the pit of my stomach, instead of clouding my head.

"Mia, so what you're a big star here, but out there is something better. Something I know you're just as good at. If you stay here sis it's going to end up killing you. You're already dying look at you, but there, it's a new life. A life you need and deserve. At least listen before you shut it down completely," my brother begged as he placed his hand on my cheek to make me look him in the eyes, "I promise if you don't like it within the first year I'll get you shipped back, and you can start right where you left off." Taking a deep breath I stared him down. I took his innocent expression and his caring eyes into me and thought over what he was asking. After a couple of moments I nodded.

"We'll be working for this Avatar program. This program is being used to interact with the natives and lean more about them. The scientists there are making what's called an avatar. It looks, walks, and breathes like one of the natives, but it's got our DNA and our minds will be switched over into it's brain for a short period of time each day so that we'll be able to blend in with the natives, and hopefully gain their trust," Tommy tried to explain, but when he saw I wasn't following along he pulled out some papers from his backpack he had brought with him and slid it over to me. Reading it over some of it actually began to make a little more sense.

"So what, we'll both get our own Avatars," I questioned as he nodded enthusiastically, "These Avatars will only work with us and no one else."

"Wait a minute you're making it sound like they already exist," I said looking him squarely in the eyes.

"They do, and…"

"Wait a minute how did you even get my DNA to do this? You mean you went behind my back and already signed me up for this! Damn it Tommy you had no ri…."

"I had ever right to do so Mia! I can't take seeing you like this. I can't watch you going through this same depressing routine day in and day out. Mia you don't have to do this, you need to," he threw at me shutting me up quickly. It was silent for a few moments before he slowly went on, "The pay is good, almost as good as what you're getting now, if not better. It'll be less stressful, and it'll give you at least a break for a short time." Staring straight ahead I found that I was loosing control of my anger, until I heard him saying something that made my heart wrench.

"'Don't ever let fear take over you. Always try even if it's something you know you're going to fail at, because that's the way God wants you to live your life. To keep trying even when there's barely a single light in the darkness' I know you remember those words Mia. Those words Mom, Dad, and Gran would always recite to us when things seemed to hard, and when things got tough. Are you going to let them down and just give up? I know you're not a quitter, sis. Don't prove us all wrong," Tommy begged me with pleading identical eyes like mine.

I took a deep breath. Looking around the room at all the people watching as they talked and laughed, as they enjoyed their lives. Something I hadn't been able to do in a long time. No I had never given up, but Tommy was right. Being here, it was making me a colder person, well not much as 'making', than already 'made'. Nodding slowly I finally looked at him, "Fine, it's not like I got a choice anyway." He smiled brightly and got up and hugged me, "No you really don't, 'cause I'd kick you ass from here to Pandora if I had to." I rolled my eyes, but all the same hugged him.

"Come on, we better get you back to the studio, I know you're manager will kill me if I keep you any longer. Plus you need to explain to him you'll be gone for 15 years within the next week," Tommy replied pulling away as he grabbed his jacket and pulled it back on over his old college hoodie. Nodding I to stood up as threw on my long navy blue leather jacket, while grabbing my almost matching Channel purse and swung it over my shoulder. Tommy picked up his back pack, along with his wallet. Stuffing his billfold inside his jeans we headed toward the exit. Upon passing it a couple of drunken idiots looked our way and followed our every movement. Just as we exited I noticed one of them stand up and begin to follow.

Tommy and I were walking down the street when he motioned for us to take the shortcut through the alley. Trusting his decision I quickly followed beside him as we hurriedly cut through the alley, however we were immediately stopped when I felt the barrel of the gun being shoved into my back, and a voice whispering harshly, "Don't scream." Tommy turned about that time and realized what was going on. Two of the guys from the pub who had watched us leave were now trying to rob us.

"Get down on the ground, and give me your purse and wallet," the other man spit out as he punched Tommy in the gut. Tommy took the blow pretty bad and crumpled to the ground immediately. Without hesitation I handed them my purse, begging Tommy to stop bad mouthing them and do the same. They were big burly men and I knew any swing could likely knock us either unconscious or worse, however Tommy didn't care when one of the men slapped me to shut me up and quit screaming to attract attention.

"DON'T YOU DARE PUT YOUR HANDS ON MY SISTER," Tommy yelled angrily as he flung himself at the man whose hand had created the bright red imprint on my cheek. Tommy got a couple of licks in as I screamed, "Tommy stop, please stop it. You're going to get killed." The other guy, who at the time had been watching this and waiting for a clear shot, finally gave up and pointed his gun at me.

"GET OFF MY BROTHER OR I'LL KILL HER," he yelled out to my brother angrily.

I went to run at him, but Tommy saw my movements after hearing the gunmen's warning and right as the man pulled the trigger Tommy stepped in-between me and the gun. He was facing me when the bullet hit him and I watched as his eyes widen before they rolled back into his head. His body fell with a loud thud, but it felt more like slow motion as I crumpled beside him, and the two men took off down the alley.

"TOMMY," I wailed shaking him. "PLEASE LOOK AT ME. YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME TOO! TOMTOM PLEASE! WAKE…UP," I screamed in agony as some pedestrians finally saw us down the alley and quickly pulled out their cell phones.

"Please don't leave me," I mumbled sadly into his chest when I pulled him successfully onto my lap leaving a bloody trail across the pavement. Blood pooled around us and soaked through my clothes, and my hair. It was a through and through, right through his heart. "TomTom," I cried as I felt hands take me by the shoulders trying to lead me away. "NO, HE'S STILL ALIVE," I cried angrily jerking away from them, believing this all to be a mistake. Believing he'd just sit up and say, "Don't worry I'm fine, Mia. Don't have a heart-attack sis."

"He's gone, ma'am. There's nothing you can do," came an officer's voice as he ripped me away from my brother. As my hand left his, I felt the rest of my heart go with it. Jake and I were alone now. Tommy had left us for a better place just like Mom, Dad, grandma, grandpa, and Sage.

Well tell me what you thought. I know the character seems Mary-sueish right now, but as the story goes on you'll start to see more of her faults, and she'll seem less like a mary-sue. If not then you can get on my case, and hopefully, and maybe I'll slow down on the perfect crap. I promise you though she's not like that. It clearly explains, that she tried being perfect when she was younger, and she almost suceeded (in her own head), but her faults got to her, and she's had a rough time. Come on take some pity on the character at least. Anyway please, pretty please review. I'd love to hear some feedback from ya'll.

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