Chapter 1: Republic City After Dark
I was bored and I thought of this. Don't take it too seriously.
Deep in the heart of republic city, a group of five teenagers sprinted through the night at a quick pace. In any other place, the sight of five teens running in the night could be open to interpretation. However, since it was republic city, they were either pushing drugs or high off them.
After running for a while,the teens finally arrived at their destination. Due to all the running, four of them started wheezing heavily with their hands on their knees. The one of them who wasn't affected by the fatigue stepped forward. He ran his hand against the length of the bronze statue in front of him,he couldn't believe he was finally there. His lifelong dream would soon be realized.
"Jet! For God's sake man just paint the damn thing already!" came the annoyed voice of one of his comrades.
"Smellerbee, don't ruin this moment. Let me bask in this serenity." Jet drawled. The calm he possessed at that moment was almost creepy.
Smellerbee shot her leader an incredulous look, he really was a dumbass. "There is no serenity here Jet! The cops are on our tail!" she gripped her hair with both hands in frustration.
"Jet my man, not to chop off your balls or anything, but we just broke you out of jail. It is the whole reason we are called the freedom fighters, we fight for your freedom only. We even had to pass by a man getting his nuts stomped on when we were coming to save you. Point being,we didn't bust you out just so you could go back in." Said the walking mass of muscle called Pipsqueak. On his left was a small boy who couldn't be over the age of ten. His name, The Duke. Lastly, a boy with a bow and a quiver of arrows strapped to his back stood guard behind them. They called him longshot
Just so he could enjoy the precious moment in peace, Jet decided to concede. "Alright, but before I begin, I want your input. Should I go with hot pink or this other pink."
Smellerbee closed her eyes and counted to ten in a breathy tone. She clenched her fists tightly, if only to avoid strangling the older boy to death.
"Jet... I really. Don't. Give. A. Shit." Smellerbee growled out slowly but dangerously. Grinding her teeth together because she feared she might 'accidentally' bite her leader's head off if she lost control over her mouth.
Taken back by the girl's dangerous tone, Jet decided to get to it. He grabbed a can of spray paint from Pipsqueak's duffle bag. Looking back at Smellerbee, Jet decided to apologise.
"I am sorry for all the trouble I have put you through Smellerbee, I know the door to your house is locked and you will have to sleep outside tonight. Not to mention a crazed Mooselion escaped from the zoo yesterday, you will probably cross paths with it as the zoo is nearby your place. And I also want to say thank you. Not many friends would be willing to share my STDs and get a tramp stamp that says 'Jet' like you did." A kind smile gracing his face as he spilt his heartfelt apologies.
Smellerbee smiled at the kind words.
"Also, dont worry. Your temper will improve when your boobs come in."
Pipsqueak struggled to hold back the raging Smellerbee. An oblivious Jet stared at the statue of firelord Ozai. The Ozai statue held a flame in his left hand and his right arm was outstretched with a thumb up. The statue's face had a smile that the real Ozai could never possess even if he was to watch a hundred waterbenders swim in hot tar. The flame illuminated the street together with the lanterns that occupied the sidewalks. His mind raced as he thought of all the naughty things he could spray on it. In his mind, he could almost hear the statue telling him "Spray paint me you little bitch."
Maybe the statue speaking was a result of a compilation of mental and emotional trauma...or maybe it was because he was high.
'Hehehehe, now, what should I spray on it? Assface, asshole, ass..something? Either way,I will cover this badge of tyranny with my paint of justice!'
Just when he was about to press on the nozzle, a loud voice stopped him.
"Hey you! What do you think you are doing?!"
Judging by the navy blue and white colours of his robe, Jet could tell the man was a member of the white lotus organisation. He was not liking the air of superiority the man was giving off.
"The same thing you do, white lotus. Fighting crime and protecting the people. Don't stand their and judge me with with your 'holier than thou' attitude. We do the same work. Who cares if you, unlike us, fight actual crime and further the development of the city. We are equally import- eeekkk!" Jet squealed as a fireball was shot at his feet and another narrowly missed his head.
Had it been anyone but a firebender, Jet might have had enough mind to put out the fire on his shoes or even express anger at the burning off of his eyebrows. However, being that the man was of fire nation decent, Jet could only think of one thing.
'Fire Nation scum.'
Before Jet could attack the man, he felt a small hand on his shoulder.
"Dude, let's leave. You will get your chance again someday. Let's not risk fighting a man who could very well be a master firebender. Besides that, your pants are on fire." Smellerbee pled to the leader of their team, keeping her distance from the flames that had now reached his pant legs.
Jet gripped the can of Aerosol in his hand even tighter.
"Fine." He conceded, but not before chucking the can of spray paint to the firebender, who easily caught it.
With that, Jet ran into the night with his friends, Flaming pants and all. It had taken only a few seconds for Jet to start screaming in agony and hurriedly try to take off his pants. If the smell of barbeque that wafted past his nose was any indication, the firebending man could tell the flames had got a few licks in. Walking to the spot previously occupied by Jet, the man stared at the statue of his lord and down the road where the crazed delinquent was limping away quickly in his boxers.
"Punks."
The firebender turned around and walked back to the headquarters of the white lotus. To his surprise, he found a young woman spraying paint on the walls of the bulding. She had on a conical straw hat and a long dress. He didn't have to look twice to know that it was the painted lady, one of republic city's most notorious vigilantes.
Not wanting to miss the opportunity of being the one who bagged the troublesome vigilante, he punched out a fireball towards her. Perhaps if he captured her, his wife would once again look at him like she used to. Unfortunately for the firebending man, the girl simply rolled out of the way and used two water tentacles to swing away and escape.
Letting out a grunt of frustration, the man walked to the wall that had just been defiled by a girl with a can of aerosol paint. Looking at the words on the wall that said 'PAINTED LADY WAS HER', he let out a light chuckle. At least she had not completely won. Her unfinished masterpiece was surely going to haunt her.
" Hahaha, stupid vigilantes."
