For this story I told each girl's story differently, I don't know why but it kind of gives her a style…anyway, enjoy! Somewhat Ty Lee centric, the characteristics of each girl doesn't match what/how she looked/or was doing in the film Chicago.

I should be working on my stuff that isn't finished, but sadly I've had to big a block... and this fic was such a clear winnah in the poll so...sue me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender or The Cellblock Tango from the film Chicago.

Cellblock Tango

Chapter 1

New Meat

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"New meat!" followed by the rattling of bars greeted the girl as the doors opened wide. The girl held her head, avoiding catching anyone's eye. The bars kept rattling and name-calling followed her until she reached a cell. The guard pushed her in and the door slid to a close keeping her locked away from the rest of the world. She wandered over to her bed and sat down, trying to get used the fact that she was now a criminal; she had killed someone, not without good reason but killed nonetheless. She wanted to cry, she wanted to back at home with her husband and she wanted out of these itchy prisoner's clothes.

"New meat…hey new meat…" a voice whispered to her. The girl looked up to the cell across from hers. A woman was leaning against the bars; a cigarette in one hand while a cloud of smoke blew from her red lips, staining the lipstick a slight grey.

"I've got a name." she said angrily, she didn't want to talk at the moment, nursing her wounded pride in a corner seemed to be a bigger priority.

"I'm sure you do, but here," she took another draw from her cigarette, "you're just a number."

"It's Ty Lee." She ignored the older woman's label system.

The cloud of smoke dissipated and Ty Lee could see her face clearly; it was sharp, a hard jaw line and a heart shaped face framed by deep brown locks of hair. The amber eyes were glowing making Ty Lee shiver, "Azula."

"Azula," Ty Lee's face lit up, "Azula Sozin! You were in the papers!"

"That's me," another puff of smoke, "killed my husband."

"I remember…you were big news. Headlines for weeks!" funny thing to be excited about, having unflattering pictures of you postered everywhere coast-to-coast, everyone knowing and (mostly) cursing your name to a horrible death.

"Not anymore," a draw from the cigarette, "the people get bored and need new stuff.

Ty Lee nods and for a few moments she watches Azula blow smoke from her nose, "Why did you do it?" she asks suddenly.

"Do what? Listen sweet cheeks I don't have a lot of time so let's cut to the chase."

Ty Lee stood up, "Killed your husband, why'd you do it?" her hands were clutching the bars, eyes big and face a flushed mess of blotched spots. Azula took a deep breath, letting her hand holding the cigarette fall to her side. Her eyes were half lidded and the stench of old smoke had finally reached Ty Lee, making her cough slightly. When her fit had died down she looked up to see Azula back on her cigarette and talking.

"You know how people have these little habits that get you down?

Like Jet."

"I'm home!" the door slammed followed by two high heels being thrown off their feet and into the wall. No response, only the gentle drone of the television. "Jet?" the younger looking Azula poked her head around the corner, letting her hair out of its tight bun to settle at her shoulders. Again no response only pop.

Azula turns the corner, today was not a good day at the office, busy, the heater was down and endless phone calls. She comes home to this, her husband, lying on the couch and drinking a beer and chewing. No, not chewing. Popping. A vein was clearly strained at her neck.

"Oh Jet…didn't you hear me come in?"

Pop.

The vein grew.

"You pop that gum one more time." Azula was past gentle banter, her temper was tried and she was on full-bodied threats. There was a pause while the bubble grew. The stink of Jet's beer and the wet mold of their apartment reigned. Azula watches, foot tapping and eyes narrowed dangerously.

Pop.

"So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots..."

"But you killed him." Ty Lee interrupted.

"...Into his head."

The last three words were greeted by a silence from Ty Lee. Some how this threw it all into perspective, she had done the same, maybe not with a shotgun but she had shot someone. She was a criminal. Talking about killing people as if it happened every day. Azula was grinning at her as if she knew exactly what Ty Lee was going through. With a short laugh, "Not a very nice feeling is it?" Azula said knowingly taking another inhale from her cigarette. A cry escaped from Ty Lee and she clamped a hand on her mouth, hoping to keep her breakfast down, "Like you're about to throw up you're so sick with yourself. Pure self-torture, you'll have nightmares the first few nights and when you wake up panting and barely containing your screams, no one will be there. You're all alone here sweet cheeks. All alone." And with another short cackle, Azula flicked her cigarette into a nearby drain and meandered over to her bed.

Ty Lee's vision tunneled and soon all she could she was the filthy base of a latrine. Her nose was filled a sticky and bitter odor that she couldn't quite locate and with every hiccup a small piece of food with get caught in her throat before being swallowed with a gasp. She stumbled to the sink and splashed water on her face. Her vision became fuzzy and the water turned crimson. She was back her bathroom, washing off a small pistol, eyes blurred from tears and her white silky nightgown covered in blood. Teo's blood. She looked around to see his body still lying there, the fancy tux growing damp from the hole in his chest. She fell to her knees, hand still clamped over her mouth. The cell swirled back into focus. Water was running over the edge of the sink and slowly dripped into the drain. Her vision darkened and she collapsed beside the running water, mouth agape like a fish, her hands lying dramatically and her hair falling out of its plait.

Thoughts? Concerns?

This wasn't edited by my beta so lots of mistakes here and there...my inner editor is the fail.