The Will of Two Worlds (Avatar Female OC)

13. Beyond Hell's Gate

It is nerve wracking for me when Trudy powered up the Samson, the revving of the helicopter blades as they began to spin made me nauseous, and not because of a motion sickness or anything but rather because of what they meant, that soon we will be taking off. I knew it would only marginally affect me while in my Avatar but, with the knowledge of us about to be flying, I took one of my medically prescribed pills for Anxiety and Panic Attacks, they were prescribed to me after I took a bullet through me ear and, as a Field Medic who continued her work, my employment covered the pay of the pills. A lot of Field Medic's had to, at one time or another, take Anxiety medication. War takes a toll on you.

The medication more helped me with my true fear and the only time I truly thought I was going to die, and the cause of my fear of heights. I swallowed nervously as the Samson lifted off of the ground slowly, the concrete getting further away. I closed my eyes tight, breathing as calmly as I could possibly breathe as I slowly put on the seatbelt and tightened it so I won't fall out of the aircraft.

No, no, Fear is your torch, cling to it. I growled in my head, hating the rise of my age old fear. Those were the same words the Elder of The Country Warriors taught me, after I was sent to him due to my... new fear, and for preparation being out in the cruel world.

I closed my eyes tightly as I breathed in and out slowly before opening my eyes, feeling the movement of the Samson. I gulped and felt a bit of nausea, seeing the metal walls of the Docking bay begin to move by at a faster and faster pace with a gradual incline. I carefully, nervously glanced out towards the open large bay doors Trudy is aiming for. I took deep breaths as I focused on what is passing rather than the fact that we are gradually getting higher in this massive Docking Bay. I watched the soldiers marching on by in mechs, a few people milling about and the occasional large truck or two through the openings in the Docking Bay.

I watched the land to the sides and above me, not below, letting my mind drift away from the fact that I am getting further away from the ground.

Hilarious, I know, a person who signed up to leave Earth for Pandora is afraid of heights. Well, those events didn't exactly have windows, thankfully, so all I could feel was the movement, and the knowledge that I was leaving atmosphere too was nerve wracking but nothing like this.

I guess, in the end, you could say I more have a fear of falling to my death.

I nervously pulled my legs inside the Samson from the seat I am sitting on, carefully glancing to my left to see Norm and Jake yelling and shouting to hear each other over the strong turbulent sound of the Samson blades cutting through the air. It wasn't too much of a bother to me, once you have had very, very painfully loud ringing in one ear for three months, you kind of think everything is quiet. It's very... odd to be able to actually hear things with my left ear now too. Kind of freaky if you ask me. I glanced at Dr. Augustine next to me, clearly focused on this mission, if a bit nervous at the results. No reward comes without the risk, I knew that pretty well by this point. She looked out the opposite side of the Samson, watching Norm and Jake, since she knew I wouldn't be an idiot and lean out of the Samson.

I know for a fact my deathly fear of heights was written in my Field Medic Examination for Active Duty. Since Dr. Augustine studied up on me, I have no doubt she knows of this fact. I wonder if that helped her in choosing me for this mission, since I was so determined to do my part in my Spirit Quest that I faced my deathly fear of heights.

I leaned back further into the seat, clutching it in my hands as I swallowed to control my nausea.

Still, I watched through the opening I'm next to as the Samson burst from out of the Docking Bay Doors and into the bright morning sunlight of Pandora. I carefully peeked out to watch, knowing I need to get a handle on my fear through watching. I watched at the Samson we are all in began to gain altitude at a much faster rate, watching as the concrete of Hell's Gate below grew farther and farther away, Trudy steering the Samson out over the large defensive wall around Hell's Gate and higher into the sky...