Glass to the Arson
Songfic to ANBERLIN, "Glass to the Arson"

For Charlee.

Don't own any Freedom Fighters. D'oh.

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Tonight my heart is cold
lost in your lies, shallow replies

"No! Don't you know what you have to do?" Jet rounded on Sneers, whose eyes were growing darker by the second at his leader's response.

"No mercy. We didn't get any mercy from them..." Jet went on, pacing, and pegging a sword angrily into the ground.

Smellerbee pulled out her knife. She knew what to do. Every time she heard a cry for mercy, she did her best to ignore it.

That's why Jet numbered her as his best warrior.

And gravity prevails this time its over
And you think you're the one

"I started the Freedom Fighters to get our own back" Jet said, squirming angrily.

"Then what side are they on?" Asked Pipqueak as the sun melted his cage, and Pipqueak and Smellerbee, signs of a struggle from being trapped themselves. They were beat. And it wasn't by the fire nation.

"We're all on the same side. They're just confused." Jet said, after a while.

Calm me with your lies your simple tragedy
It's all I wish to hear tonight

"The Fire Nation destroyed everything..."

Smellerbee heard those words on a daily basis. But they comforted her. Soothed her. She hugged herself by the fire, as Longshot and herself heard Jet's usual tirade. His tragic past.

But she never would have wanted it any different.

and your all I wish to be
And this is how we all fall

She admired herself in the mirror. The shoulder guards. Everything but the straw between her lips.

She knew he would die a heroes death. But she knew that all her aching inside was to die the same way.

Tonight my heart is cold
Lost in your lies, shallow replies
Tonight I'll just let go
Lost in you eyes, transparent cries

That first night in Ba Sing Se, was supposed to be fun.

That night was supposed to be celebratory. But instead, Jet spend all his time lurking in shadows. Possessed.

Smellerbee was tempted to join him, but Longshot caught her shoulder before she got out the door.

She turned back around. Maybe her fate, wasn't his, after all.

And innoncence derailed
Savage the poison
Unhurried compass east.

Jet liked that Katara was innocent. She had seen her share of pain. But she had wide eyes. Determined to think the best of everybody. He could never be that person.

The evils of the world were too great.
The call to stop it.

He could never be innocent again. Not like that.

And he chided any of his group for wanting the same. Especially when he saw the ache in Longshot to forget the whole thing had ever happened, that night they confronted him in Ba Sing Se.

There was no room for innocence. In a world like this.


And we are, we are, we are the arsons
who start all of your fires

And we are the arsons
who start all of your fires, burning
Burning your city down

As the city flooded. The townspeople thought it was the fire nation behind the attack. There was no reason to think any different.
There was no way, a teenaged kid and a bunch of misfits would cause so much destruction.

Like a rabid flame, burning out of control.