Disclaimer- I do not own Avatar The Last Airbender.
Warnings: Rape of a minor and slash.
Pairings: Some Kataang, and Zukaang in later chapters.
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The group was sitting around the campfire outside of the Western Air Temple, eating dinner.
Katara was the first one to notice the only missing member from the group return, her smile falling off immediately, her mouth dropping open, and her pretty blue eyes widening in complete and utter horror.
"Oh my God, Aang, what happened to you?!" She cried, standing quickly, running over to the said young Airbender.
Katara's sudden outburst startled everyone in the group as their heads snapped over to where Katara had gone.
All their expressions mirrored Katara's.
Aang looked horrible!
His clothes were almost completely ripped to shreds, his pale, baby soft skin was covered in dirt, dried blood, scratches, and bruises, there was a huge gash in the back of his head that was bleeding badly, his whole fragile body was shaking like mad, and he looked like he could barely stand … but what scared them the most was the look in Aang's eyes, the light from them was gone, his eyes were so dark they were almost black, the innocence was gone, replaced instead with a pained, broken expression.
He flinched when Katara reached out to touch him. Katara was a little hurt at this; he had never refused her touch before. She only wanted to help, to heal all those nasty marks on his body.
Being concerned was an understatement for how she felt right now, seeing her Avatar hurt like this.
Katara tried to reach out to touch him again, only for him to flinch away again.
"A-Aang … pl-please, you're hurt! I only want to help! Let me heal you!" She paused, tears filling her eyes and streaming down her flawless, tanned cheeks.
"W-what happened? Who did this to you?!"
She needed to know who did this, so she could hunt them down and kill them for even thinking of laying a hand on the boy she loved more than anything else in the world.
Aang wouldn't look at anybody, just stared down at the ground. His bottom lip trembled, before he finally answered barely above a broken whisper,
"I got attacked by some muggers, while I was in town. P-please, Katara … I-I really don't want to talk about it … I just … want to take a quick bath and go to bed."
She wanted to protest, but she couldn't deny him when he was like this, it broke her heart. She could heal him in the morning.
She choked out an, "Ok."
He silently walked past the group and disappeared out of sight.
The whole group stayed in silence, doing nothing, but staring off in the direction Aang had disappeared to, wanting nothing more than to follow him, but not wanting to upset him.
Aang ripped his shredded clothes off his achy body and used firebending to burn them to ashes. He hissed slightly as he slowly lowered his body into the fountain water.
He hurt all over.
Sure, he has dealed with a lot of pain in his life, he was the Avatar after all, pain came with the job, but this … this was a different kind of pain. This pain was unbearable; it was a kind of pain that you would rather be dead than feel. It wasn't only the pain that you feel outside your body either, no it was way worse than that, this pain cut deeper, hurting him inside, out. He hurt emotionally as much as he did physically, maybe even more.
The scars and bruises would fade, but the memories and the emotional scars would remain.
He never thought something like this could happen to him. He didn't even know what those kind of things were, until those guys did them forcibly to him.
His innocence was taken from him.
They sucked the life right out of him and now he felt dead.
He wanted to be dead.
Anything had to be better than this.
He was broken.
He couldn't tell anybody, especially his friends. They would hate him for being so weak, for letting those guys do that to him.
… And Aang couldn't live with that. He couldn't live without his friends, because his friends were his only family, they meant the world to him, everything he did was for them, so if he lost them, he simply couldn't go on.
He had to go through this alone. He deserved it though, because it's his fault, he's the Avatar, he shouldn't have let it happen, it shouldn't have even happened, but he did, he let those guys abuse and rip through his body, and it had, oh God, it had.
He hated himself for it.
All of his past lives; all of the other Avatars wouldn't have let it happen to them. Stuff like that wasn't supposed to happen to the Avatar. The Avatar was the most powerful thing on the planet, so if he couldn't stop three guys from invading his body like that, he's not a good Avatar, and he failed, not only himself, but the world as well.
He was the worst Avatar in the history of Avatars.
He felt so dirty … so violated.
He felt like a whore, maybe he was, that's what those guys had called him, and maybe they're right, he's nothing, but a filthy whore.
He cried out of frustration, scrubbing at his skin so hard he bled, but he didn't care, he just kept scrubbing and scrubbing, wanting more than anything to get rid of this dirty feeling, to get the feeling of roaming fingers and lips off his skin.
Dirt and blood mixed into the fountain water, turning the pretty blue color an ugly reddish brown.
About an hour of scrubbing away at his skin, he gave up with another cry of frustration, and pounding his fist into the water, making a big splash.
It's useless! The dirty feeling will never go away and the fingers, and the lips were seared into his skin, making it impossible to wash away, no mater how hard he scrubbed, they were apart of him now, and it made him sick to his stomach.
He slowly hugged his legs to his chest, crying in his knees as his whole body began to tremble again.
Why? Why did this have to happen to him? He's barely even thirteen, far too young to have to go through something like this … but then again, he was too young to be fighting in a war and to be saving the world, but he was anyways.
Age doesn't matter anyhow; this shouldn't happen to anyone.
Aang wouldn't even wish this on his worst enemy.
After staying like that for a couple of minutes, he got out of the water and went inside the temple, into his room, and plopped down on his bed.
He was going to have trouble sleeping tonight, if he could sleep at all.
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