A/N: This is my first fan fiction, so cut me some slack. I know I suck at writing, but I am a pretty good critic, so if you'd like me to review your story go ahead and give me the name. Oh, and before I get started, you may have seen my other story, The Blue Spirit and The Painted Lady. My computer went nuts that night and screwed up my story. Any way, I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender because if I did, then I wouldn't have changed my mind at the last second. Katara was Zuko's original love interest and it should have stayed that way. I love Mike and Bryan, but they're idiots. No offence, guys! ANY WAYS! Since I went insane a long time ago, it was pretty easy to write from an insane person's POV. Ah, the power of insanity. So, I know some of you guys are nuts too, so don't judge me and enjoy.

I felt a grin spread across my face as I watched my victim's cowardly shuddering and pleas for mercy. I flowed through my formations perfectly, turning it into a dance. I felt the sensation of wild fire, sending the tingles of voltage down her spine.

I could feel it building, just waiting to explode out of my fingertips. I felt so much power, but with a wrong move, all that power would turn into pain.

Agony.

With one final blow, I ended my dance and struck the lightning I had been building up. I felt all my determination and passion go with that lightning.

No one would ever get in her way. I wanted freedom, and I got it. But that wasn't it. I would get power too.

My tongue skimmed my lips in hunger and satisfaction.

I watched as the guard twitched, in a curled up position. Buzzing sounds came from the body. His eyes trailed to me as they glazed over. He mumbled something unintelligible before his body fell limp.

Voices flooded her mind. Voices of the man's family. A family that loved him, a family that he loved back. Voices of that family mourning. Voices of that family spitting hateful words about her.

My grin was gone in the briefest second and I almost felt the regret of her actions and the pain of his loved ones.

Almost.

My smile was replaced, even bigger this time, into a malevolent, cruel grin.

"Why did you do this sweetie?"

This voice had been haunting me for months. This voice was bitter-sweet. This voice belonged to a person that saw the monster in me, but cared about me.

I turned to face the ghostly image of my mother and screamed.

A/N: Watcha think? Strange? Tell me if I sound insane enough. Should I keep this a one-shot, or add more chapters? If I add more chapters it will have minor Zutara, so R and R!

P.S.: Go read Children Of The Sun!