Author's Note: This will probably make you cry. I just thought I would let you know as a warning. I probably would've cried if I hadn't been the one who wrote it. And crying for me is a rarity. So, keep in mind, this was simply done when I was bored, and I wanted to do something different. I surprisingly wasn't mad at anyone when I did this.
All he could remember was he couldn't breathe.
She had him pinned against a wall, her claw-like hands clasped around his small neck.
He struggled fruitlessly, thrashing his legs and pulling and scratching at the fingers holding him up.
He choked and spurted and gasped, and she laughed. She laughed.
His eyes stung with tears that threatened to fall, but he didn't let them. He couldn't let them.
The fingers uncurled and he dropped to the ground.
He felt dizzy and held his head as it turned back to its normal pale color.
He sucked in the air around him, the hot, sweltering air in the metal cell that was the only reason he was still living.
Her foot met with his ribs and caused him to slam against the wall once again, whimpering and screaming.
He curled up on the ground, humiliated for letting her win. He tried to hide his face from her, but she grabbed his cheeks and forced him to look at her.
His dirty face met with her flawless and menacing glare. She pulled him to his feet and he cried harder. He knew what she was going to ask him.
"Would you like to see her?"
His heart broke. This always happened. He knew it would, but he wanted to see her so badly. It had been almost a month.
He nodded slowly, his face still being squeezed by her hand, her sharp nails digging into his flesh.
She smiled menacingly, and it scared him.
She let go of his face and pushed him against the wall again, his back facing her.
His face was pressed against the cold metal as she took his hands and bound them together with rope.
He whimpered as she pressed him harder against the wall.
"Are you ready?" she whispered viciously into his ear.
He swallowed.
"Y-yes." He croaked.
That had been the first word he had spoken since he had last seen her.
She took him down the hall. His whole body racked with the sobs that he tried to calm.
She shouldn't have to see me like this. He reasoned with himself.
Finally, they had reached another wide, metal door.
She nodded to two guards and they unlocked the door. He took in a big breath and exhaled, closing his eyes.
I hope I made the right decision…
She roughly threw him inside.
He whimpered as his fragile body made contact with the floor.
He heard the voice of a young female gasp and the heavy door shut behind him.
Footsteps rushed toward him and he winced. Gentle hands cupped his cheeks and lifted his face so he could look at her. These hands weren't forceful and rough, though. These hands were soft and comforting.
He looked up into her face and held his breath.
Her beautiful blue eyes glistened with sadness and her soft lips formed a frown.
Her beautiful dark hair was down and fell upon her shoulders gracefully.
"Aang…" she whispered.
He smiled. This was the first smile he had made since he had seen her last. He felt complete again, and strong.
"K-k-k…k'tara…" he muttered.
She took him in her arms and held him close, and he melted into her.
"I love you." She whispered to him.
"M' too," he whispered back.
They had made this confession months ago, when they had first been captured. This was the only way they could know someone was still caring for them.
Katara kissed the top of his head, where dark hair had now grown.
The sound of a door opening behind him sent chills down Aang's spine.
"Don't let them take me away." He whispered in her hair, still wrapped in her embrace.
"I won't." she told him.
"Give the boy to me," Aang heard a rough voice command.
He felt the arms around him tighten.
"Now, miss, let's not cause a…"
"You're not taking him from me." She said sternly.
The man's cruel laugh echoed through the chamber.
"Come on, miss. We've been through this before. Hand me the boy and…"
"I said no."
Silence. Aang's heart raced as Katara soothed him by gently rubbing his back.
Suddenly, he felt large hands grab him by the shoulders and he screamed, hands grasping Katara as they started tugging him toward them.
Katara screamed, trying not to let go and another man went behind her and started hitting her head to get her to let go.
"NO!" she screamed, clutching onto Aang's shirt, before it slipped through her fingers.
"KATARA!" Aang screamed, kicking at the man who had him tightly pressed against himself.
The man behind Katara ran forward and shut the door behind him, after everyone but Katara was out.
No… Katara cursed herself for another promise that had been broken.
Aang screamed all the way down the hall until they brought him back into his cell.
One man pinned him against the wall as the other grabbed his hands and chained them to it.
Aang hung his head, energy drained from his last attempt at staying with his loved one.
He knew what would happen next. He squeezed his eyes shut as he heard her enter the room.
"Hello, Avatar." Her icy voice drawled.
He whimpered and she smiled. She walked over to him painfully slow, ready to do what he learned to fear.
She grabbed his face again and forced him to face her. His eyes were wide and afraid as he tried backing further into the wall.
She laughed at his foolishness. There was no way to escape.
She dove forward and crushed their lips together.
Aang screamed into the kiss and she smiled. Tears poured down his cheeks as she grasped his shirt and pulled him closer.
Why do I always let this happen!? He screamed inside his head.
Her nails ripped into his shirt and tore it off, revealing his chest.
His face turned completely red as her fingers danced across his torso.
He was dying on the inside, screaming.
Everything he did she used against him. There was no way out. He was destroyed and humiliated. She had exposed him in the worst way. This wound would never heal.
His screams were heard down the hall in a small room guarded by two men and a metal door.
Katara screamed and cried and shouted his name, but he couldn't hear her. She knew what they were doing to him, even if he refused to tell her. She knew.
"AANG!" she screamed out, desperately.
She collapsed to the floor, sobbing. "I'm so sorry, Aang! I'm so sorry!"
She stayed there on the floor for the rest of the week, and the week after that, and the one after that.
She waited for Aang to come into her cell once again, so she could fulfill her promise and break free with him...
...But he never came back.
Author's Note: Hmm... I wonder who the captor is? If you still don't know, then let me give you a hint: It starts with A- and ends with -zula.
So I surprisingly didn't want to kill anyone when I wrote this. I know this story varied slightly from the norm. In other words, I was slightly inappropriate with the theme.
Trust me, I've never written anything like that before and I don't know too much about it. I kind of based that part off of one of TTAvatarfan's oneshots. Forget which one, sorry! I know it's in the Aftermath, though.
Anyway, I didn't want to get too descriptive on it, though. For those who STILL don't get what the heck this fic was about, I might (I said MIGHT) make this a two-shot to explain further. I leave the status as 'in progress' for now.