I thought about villains yesterday after watching some more A:TLA episodes. Azula being one of the greatest (and scariest) villains ever. I also thought about St. Jimmy (because if you've seen American Idiot: The Musical you know that he's also one of the greatest and scariest villains ever).

So this takes place in the real world. The world you and I live in. St. Jimmy is a real person and a drug dealer. Azula is a princess of a country that I don't know yet. There is no such thing as benders but Azula is a Northern Shaolin kung fu master and a pyromaniac.

So let me know what you think because I could really get into writing more of this.

Thank you to Cassidy who helped me with some of the technicalities/editing.

Azula POV

My father started a war, my uncle and brother turned their backs on their country, and my own mother thought I was a monster. Maybe she was right because that's what I feel like now.

Ever since I had the throne taken from me I'm realizing it more and more. But I can't make the voices stop. They want power and therefore I do. I escaped from jail. Mere chains couldn't hold me forever. I am too clever for that. I am a Northern Shaolin kung fu master…who also happens to have a great love of fire. They are not just dealing with a child anymore. They were never just dealing with a child. So my escape plan was simple. Play scared little child to a guard at night, wait for him to approach me, then hit him with a couple of blows and steal his keys and torch. I burned the whole place to ash. When I escaped I had to find the power the voices needed. So hard at first…having to conceal my identity and living in the dregs. I AM A PRINCESS! THESE PEOPLE SHOULD'VE BEEN FEEDING ME FOOD ON A SILVER PLATTER! In due time though I will regain my throne. From ally to ally and homeless shelter to homeless shelter I lived, but barely. Then I found him. In the worst part of the city he was just standing there on a corner. Just casually leaning against a building. He saw me, and he saw that I had potential.

"Hey hot stuff. You lost?"he asked.

"No where to go," I replied looking down. The voices were saying something along the lines of "Return to the capitol…steal the throne." But it was hard to make out. At times they made me nervous so I was twitching a bit.

"Come with me," he commanded.

I blindly followed even though the voices were skeptical. The voices only wanted to help my cause and not hurt me but nothing else mattered at the moment. He had an angel face that was almost hypnotic.

He took a bag out from the dumpster. "Wanna go for a ride?" He asked as pulled out a few needles. And a taste for suicidal…

"I've never done it before," I admitted.

"Don't worry you'll be fine; I'm here with you," he then gave me a light peck on my lips. "By the way you can call me Jimmy. St. Jimmy."

"I used to be a princess. I almost had the crown. I am Princess Azula."

"I know who you are. It is an honor to be in your presence my lady." He then took my hand and kissed it. "So are you ready?" he asked as he held up the needle.

"I am."

He gave a sly smile. "Lady's first."

It happened so quickly. St. Jimmy….St. Jimmy made me feel powerful and after that night everything changed.