The Cooler
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Reviews are always appreciated :) (it's my first FanFiction ever)
Zuko hissed as he dropped the last of the bolts on his fingers. Sokka should have been back any minute now with Suki and the other prisoner if all had gone according to plan. All the kid had to do was get the two others out of their cells and come back for him. It shouldn't have been that hard.
"Ugh!" Zuko sighed, "Why is it taking so long?! It's freezing in here!" He had used his breath of fire to stay warm for a while, but it couldn't last forever.
Sokka's head throbbed against the hard floor of the prison cell. What had happened again? He knew he had been knocked out from behind before he could get to Suki's door, but he had no idea who had done it, although it was probably one of the prison guards. How did they catch him though? He was disguised wasn't he? Well, it didn't matter now. He was caught, tied up on the floor, and helpless.
"Looks like you got what you deserved, Fishboy!" A tall shadowy figure draped in black cloth stood in the light of the doorway. Sokka squinted his eyes at it while trying to discern the obviously masked but menacing voice. He tried to speak but realized with growing frustration that a rope was stuck in between his teeth. Fear lurched in his stomach and his eyes bulged as the figure began to advance toward him. Oh no! This is it! No more boomerangs, or meat, or Suki! But before Sokka could think about his fears anymore the cloaked figure froze, glanced at the door, then looked back at him, "I'll be back for you, Fishboy," it growled, and with that it whisked out of his cell, slamming the door shut on the way out.
Why him? Everything was always exploding in his face. Zuko groaned in frustration. Sokka definitely should have been back by now. With anger the fire prince hurled one of the bolts at the door of the cooler, but gasped in surprise as it opened in time for it to hit a guard smack in the face. Zuko paid no mind to the now raging guard, for beside him now was a furious, brunette girl, shaking her fists at the guard for throwing her inside so roughly.
"When I get out of here you'll wish you were dead!" she yelled. The guard just growled and gave Zuko an angry look.
"You're still serving your time prisoner. I guess you two will have to deal with the cramped quarters until it's done." The guard cackled and slammed the door in the two prisoners' faces. For a while it was quiet between the two, but Zuko's curiosity got the better of him.
"So…..what did you do to get in here?"
"What did YOU do?" The girl's long, brown hair crinkled around her face. It was messy but not disastrous. She looked like she had arrived recently. For a young girl, and Zuko guessed she was around 15; she had a lot of spunk. Her face was set in a permanent pout, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pursed. Zuko rolled his eyes. He knew how teenage girls could be. His sister gave him enough problems.
In as sarcastic a tone as he could muster he replied, "Well, I'm the banished fire prince who was once evil then turned good by my Uncle, and now I'm helping to save the world, but first I have to help the Avatar's best friend Sokka rescue his father and a Kyioshi warrior, but to do that I have to unbolt this cooler and sail down the dangerous river of boiling water. Unfortunately, I got caught. So, now it's your turn, although it probably doesn't matter since we're likely to freeze to death in this thing anyway," Zuko let out a wimpy spark of fire breath and felt a tad warmer, but he was almost too cold to even produce anything anymore. On top of that, he hadn't had anything to eat since yesterday and nothing to drink either.
"Right," the girl huffed, "When you tell me the truth I'll tell you my story." With that she lay down with her back to Zuko and wrapped her dark red cloak around her. Zuko rolled his eyes again and focused on his breathing. Where was Sokka?