A/N: Azula has the power. This is better not Gender-bent. Set closer to when Azula started to lose control. Warning for abuse.
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One Prompt, Many Fandoms [Monthly Competition]: Wordcount: between 400-500
Disclaimer: I do not own AtLA.
She felt it, the raw power which flowed through her veins like liquid fire. It set her nerves on edge and made stars dance behind her eyes. Even when she wasn't bending, it moved through her unrestrained, untethered, and begging for release.
She struck out her fists with the speed of a viper, a smile creeping across her mouth as the blue energy flew towards the long curtains of her bedroom window. She thought they were hideous anyway.
"Azula, what are you doing in here?" a voice asked from behind her.
She frowned as she turned towards her best friend standing in the doorway, the blue light dancing in her wide, frightened, brown eyes.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" she asked, the heels of her metal boots tapping across the wooden floor as she walked towards the girl. "I'm redecorating," she said, gesturing to the burning fabric behind her.
The girl bit her lip, looking away from the flames to meet her golden eyes. "I just came to check on you... to see how you were doing. You've been acting differently lately, more... crazy."
"Crazy?" she repeated, mimicking the concerned tone of her friend's voice. Then she let out a mad laugh. "I'm not crazy, far from actually. I've never seen things clearer. I've never felt so alive," she said, letting the blue flames dance across her knuckles as she laughed again.
Her friend backed away, shielding her face against the intense heat. "Azula, please, calm down. You might hurt someone."
She growled before she lashed out, wrapping her flaming hands around the perfect flesh of her friend's throat. The girl cried out as her hands scrambled at her throat, but she didn't care. The power was flowing through her. The power wanted to hurt someone. The power delighted in her feeble attempts. "Don't tell me to calm down," she hissed, ensuring her fingers would leave marks before she released her friend.
The girl fell to her knees, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tentatively touched her burnt skin.
She scowled down at her friend. So weak, so easily broken. She lacked the power.
"Get out of my sight!" she screamed.
The girl didn't need telling twice before she picked herself up and ran out of the room.
Now it was just her again, her and the power. She shot another jet of blue towards the canopy which usually hung above her head as she slept. She could use a new bed as well.