World War II Avatar Part I:
I woke up feeling dizzy, almost sick to my stomach. I looked around the dark, dreary docks. How did I get here? Oh, that's right.
It was stormy outside and I was walking along the empty street, some ways from my house. Suddenly, a gang of teenage boys, older than me, came around the corner. "Well, what do we have here? Shouldn't you be at home?" the teen that was probably the leader said to me.
I didn't say anything. "Not talkin', eh? We'll have to do somethin' about that. It's the law, Boy. All kids have to be home. There's a war going on."
"I'm not a kid! I can take care of myself!" I shouted back at them.
The wind picked up and hit me full on. I stood there, a tear slipping from my eye. "Aw, forget it boys. Let's go home," I heard them talking.
When they thought I was out of earshot, one of them said, "get him." That was the last thing I heard 'till I was being chased through the streets.
I knew I couldn't outrun them, so I headed to the docks, thinking I could just jump in and they wouldn't follow. Well, they caught up to me before I even go to the end of the dock. Throwing me down, the gang kicked and punched me, all the while calling me bad names. I didn't care so much about the names, but they were pretty strong. They stepped back to admire their work and I lifted a trembling hand up to my head. When I pulled it back, a warm, dark red liquid was covering it. Blood, I thought to my self. I probably had more wounds than just that, but I decided just to rest. "Lets go, he's passed out," the leader said. That was the last thing I heard before passing out completely.
Now, I was lying on the dock, looking up at the stars. Sudden warmth dripped down my leg and I saw more blood. Just great. Exactly what I need right now. I thought sarcastically. Slowly, I inched my aching body over to one side of the dock and jumped in the water. Turns out that wasn't a good idea. I quickly climbed back out and stood up feebly. My cuts were burning from the salty sea, but I toughed it out and walked back toward the land. Still, the streets were empty and eerie with the silence. I walked back to where I slept, as I didn't have a house. I packed my bag, which held a blanket, some money, and a flashlight. I also had a bike and a dog. Appa was his name and he was a golden retriever. Appa looked up at me, and then proceeded to lick my wounds. I pushed him away, for it stung even more. I needed fresh water. I put my bag on my back and climbed onto my bike. It was hard to pedal, but I managed. Appa ran beside me, but soon had to walk because I couldn't go very fast. I would have to wrap these wounds sometime soon. I slumped against my bike, closing my eyes.
I was being carried by someone through the water. There were voices all around me that I couldn't make out completely. I didn't know who these people were, but they looked around my age. I tried screaming out, but my body wouldn't let me do anything. It was almost if I was trapped in stone. Arrows started flying everywhere. I couldn't budge. "Get him out of here! I'll hold them off!" the boy said.
He wasn't carrying me, but he was with the girl that was. She pulled me up on land, and with a shock, I noticed that all my wounds were healed, but I still felt a sharp pain. "Get up," I heard someone say.
It didn't sound like the boy, but it was a man's voice. "Get up," he said again.
I opened my eyes, now aware of everything. I had been dreaming and now someone was shaking me. "Finally. The name's Zuko. What are you doing out here?"
"Uh, some guys were chasing me, and I sort of ended up here. I'm Aang, by the way," I told Zuko.
He helped me sit up and got out a canteen of water. "Here, drink this."
I took the canteen from his hand and drank thirstily. The cool water dribbled down my dry throat, quenching my thirst. "Thank you," I told him after emptying the canteen.
He nodded and handed me a slip of paper. "Look at this," he said.
On the front in big letters was: "Any people still in the town will be moved to camps immediately." I knew that we were the only ones left, and with the war, that wouldn't be for long. We'd either be killed, or have to go to camps. I don't know which one's worse. We biked towards the town, Zuko steering while I was riding on the handlebars. When we were near the docks, a gunshot rang out. I winced visibly, and Zuko quickly got off the bike, lifted me off, got Appa, and headed for the powerboat that was waiting there. I took my bag and the bike and climbed on as well. "Where are we going?"
"To my house. I have some friends there staying with me, and the girl will surly take care of you."
