Hello people! AIW here with another story :D I figure that some of you who have read my other stories are probably a tad miffed that i haven't updated Rosie in a loooooong time and here i am! Publishing a new story...with one unfinished...
but ANYwho. Since Legend of Korra started up i've been feeling like a waterbender again. So this is where this came from.
Keep in mind that i will only update this if people actually read it and review it. I don't like flames and if you have a problem with spelling or grammar then exCUUUUUUUSE me but i have more important things to do then to reread a fanfic a million times.
Its rated T bc of graphic-ness in this chapter. Nothing to fancy. Its a ZukoxOC and Zuko is OOC.
Enjoy :)
"Get back here!"
I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. I knew I wasn't running very fast because my hands were literally tied behind my back. I felt a red-hot stream of fire fly past me and disappear. I tried to run fast and in zigzags.
"Get back!"
"She's getting away!"
"Don't just stand there! Shoot her down!"
My blood pumped in my ears as adrenaline pumped into my veins. Tears streamed down my cheeks from the effort of running on empty. I felt weak but I knew that if I stopped my punishment would be much, much worse than death.
I quickly peeked behind me to see how close they were to gaining up on me, but by not looking where I was going, I ran into something hard but fleshy. I fell back hard, cracking my head on the cold forest ground.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!"
I lifted my head up and tried to shake off the dizziness. I looked up and saw an old man being helped off the ground by a boy who looked about my age. The boy had scruffy black hair and an angry looking burn scar around his eye. He was glaring at me.
I stood up as best I could without falling over. "S-sorry." I mumbled. I tried to continue running but I was all out of adrenaline. The fall made me delirious and everything went cloudy and I fell to my knees.
"Where is she? Did you lose her?"
Those voices. Those dreaded voices that have haunted my night and day. I had to keep moving. I knew if I didn't, I'd want to die.
I…gotta keep moving…
I shook my head again and this time stood up a little slower. The voices were a distance away and I could tell there was a lot of forest surrounding me. I only hoped it would help protect me.
I looked back at the old man and teenager. The old man was giving me a concerned look while the teen was glaring at me distrustfully.
"Miss, are you ok? You have blood running down your face!"
I gave him a confused look then brought my hand to my head. It came back covered in blood.
"I-I'm ok. I've been through worse."
"Did you hear voices? Follow them!"
I felt a chill run down my spine. I looked pleadingly at the two men. "P-Please…untie me." I whispered.
The old man made a move towards me, but the teen stopped him, "How do we know you're not a criminal?"
"I-I'm not!" I answered, fear was leaking into my voice and out of my pores.
"Then why are you tied up and wearing prisoners clothing?" he asked accusingly.
"Because I was sold at an auction in the Fire Nation and I'm a slave. I'm trying to escape. Please help me!"
Right when I said that, I felt a rough hand grab the back of my neck. I looked up and saw Him. My master.
He was giving me a sickening look. The kind of look only creepy old men would give to a girl like me. Then he looked at the confused duo.
"Thank you for helping apprehend this…prisoner."
"On what charges was she arrested for?" the old man asked. His voice was gentle, but it roared authority.
My master seemed to struggle for a decent lie. Then he smiled and said, "Thievery. If I were you, I'd check your belongings. She's a quick one."
I was giving the men pleading glances. I was mouthing "please" over and over.
The teen narrowed his eyes, but I wasn't sure if it was at me or my master. The two looked at each other briefly then the old man said, "We are happy to have been of service."
My heart dropped. "N-no. Please! I'm not a prisoner I'm a slave! Please help me!"
But they had already disappeared into the bushes.
And my master was pissed.
He pushed me forward and I fell flat on my face, my hands being useless to catch my fall.
When I looked up, he was right in my face. "I will deal with you when we get back to the ship. You are in a load of trouble, scum."
My head throbbed once and everything went black.
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When I woke up, my head was still throbbing, but not as bad as when I first hit it. There was a crick in my neck and my stomach rumbled loudly.
Just my normal, everyday morning stuff, except, instead of sleeping on a hard floor in the closet on a ship, I was strapped upright against a thick pillar. My arms were chained together around the pillar, making it impossible to find a way out. When I felt a cold wind sweep across my back, I realized that I wasn't wearing a shirt. My back was completely exposed.
Crack!
I jumped. I knew that sound. The sound of a whip cracking. It was right behind me.
"Good, you're awake." My master's voice cooed. His voice was smooth, like a poisonous death. "Now I can punish you for trying to escape and for telling lies."He hissed that last word while cracking the whip.
I felt tears run down my face, but I knew screaming for help would only make it worse. I learned that the hard way. This man—this monster—broke me a long time ago. I already had scars from being lashed covering my back. Big, bubbly scars that still tingled and hurt. They marked me as a slave and prisoner, a constant reminder that I could never be free.
I heard the whip before I felt it. The sound sent fear pouring into my veins. When the pain hit, I cried out. Being lashed wasn't something you got used to.
He whipped me again. And again. And again. I felt blood trickle down the backs of my legs. I didn't want to count how many times he whipped me. I knew it wouldn't make a difference. He'd whip me till I went limp. I cried out every time the whip made contact with my back.
Why can't I just die?
Crack!
Why do I have to deal with this?
Crack!
What did I do in a past life to deserve this torture?
Crack!
Please…
Crack!
…just kill me.
Crack!Crack!Crack!
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() *Third person POV*
It was nighttime. The ship was completely silent. The horrid screams of the slave had long since been forgotten. Now eerie silence made the guards uneasy. Especially since they already found two of their buddies knocked out at the port of the boat. Now all the guards were on their toes, listening for anything out of the ordinary.
A group of guards were discussing their fears. They were rookies and, what they thought was an easy job, turned out to be more than they bargained for.
"What if it's a spirit?" one guard said, a young man of about 25.
"Maybe it's the boss, and he got bored of the girl," said another. "Maybe now he wants US to suffer now that his other toy is broken."
"I don't know, man, but we gotta find a way off this ship. I thought we just had to chase the girl down whenever she tried to run away. That is ALL I signed up f- HEY! Who goes there!"
The young guard looked over his companions shoulder and saw a blue mask just floating. The other guards looked behind them but the mask mysteriously disappeared. They got their spears ready, holding them out and looking frantically in all directions. One of the guards, who could firebend, made a small flame appear in his hand so that it wouldn't be too dark.
Then, the masked man dropped down and put the flame out immediately. It was once again pitch black and the guards were terrified.
"C-c-come out! Fight us, Coward!" the young guard said. He heard muffled voices and when he looked around he noticed his fellow guards were gone. He started panicking. He dropped his spear and took up a fighting position, his hands aglow with fire. "I-I'm warning you!"
He turned around and was face-to-face with the notorious Blue Spirit.
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The Blue Spirit dispatched the guards easily. They were a lazy bunch who took sick pleasure in seeing others in pain. Bullies. But the Spirit knocked them all out, making a clear path to his target.
He started low and worked his way up the ship. He searched for the girl. The girl he now knew was innocent. He searched every room, opening some with stealth, but most with aggravation. He feared that she was dead, that he was too late in saving her.
He kept searching all the rooms. The ship was a cargo ship so it had a lot of rooms and places for storage. It made the Spirit enraged to think that a poor girl was locked up like some kind of cattle. He came to the last room on the lowest level of the ship and kicked it open, sending the steel door off its hinges.
The Blue Spirit's stomach churned at what was in the room.
The room was not large, only 6 by 6 feet. There were markings all over the walls, vertical tally marks. Some looked like they were carved or written on the wooden walls. But some looked like blood stains.
A rag was in the corner and on the rag lay a slick, red bump. The bump was quivering. The steel door had barely missed it by inches.
Oops.
The Spirit took a step towards the quivering bump. He knew what it was supposed to be, but he could not believe it. It literally made him sick to think that any human being could be reduced to such a state. When he was close enough to the bump, he knelt down to examine her.
She had scraggly brown hair that stuck to her forehead and down her back. Her skin was pale, almost gray. The little clothing she wore hung off of her because she was so thin a potato sack would be too big for her. Her torso was completely exposed, showing off the mess that was her back.
She…looks like she's been whipped...
The girl was shaking, as though she were surround by snow, but the room she was in was as hot as a furnace. Her eyes twitched and that's when The Spirit realized that she was awake.
At least she's still alive.
The Spirit watched patiently as she tried to open her eyes to see who the intruder was. When her eyes were almost half open she looked up and saw the Spirit. Then he noticed her lips twitch.
She was trying to smile.
"Th-thank you." She said, then her eyes closed once again and her whole body went completely limp.
The Blue Spirit was alarmed. He picked her up gently, being very careful with the cuts on her back, and he carried her away, off the ship and onto a small row boat which he rowed all the way back to shore.
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