Avatar does not belong to me, cries. Oh! How I want it!
When Aang was young, he never guessed he could be the Avatar. About 102 years later, he never thought he could save the world, but now, he couldn't believe, that he was here. He now sat, on his knees, his head pressed to the ground, before the Fire Lord. Stealing glances upward before directing his eyes back to the ground, he saw the frightening sight that was the Fire Lord. He sat up in his thrown, flames surrounding him; so close that Aang was sure that he himself was on fire!
"The Avatar…" his voice was loud, and deep, commanding and assertive. "Now, what shall I do with this bother?" Aang's face touched the floor. He was trembling visibly now. The Fire Lord, he had learned, was heartless. It was the only word that could describe him. A half hour ago, Katara was put in the hands of Zuko. Oh how she screamed when he came and took the poor water tribe girl away from the throne room, where they were now. She screamed until Zuko had kneed her in the stomach and she passed out.
To add to that, Toph didn't know to look down at the floor, and spoke against him, so the Fire Lord had her thrown into the flames that burned affront his throne. And when Sokka tried to help her, the Fire Lord had two guards beat him, without using fire, until he was dead, right there, in the throne room. Sokka's dead body lay on the floor still, his blood ran everywhere, and one of Toph's fingers had fallen off her body, and onto the floor. It was burnt, but still recognizable. The entire time, Aang couldn't shift into the Avatar State. It seemed that another guru who also worked with the chakras, like Pathik, had found that Aang had favored Katara, and by putting her in danger, Aang became, once more, attached to her, and blocked his chakras.
So now, he couldn't do anything, and the Fire Lord, could do everything. The heartless Firebender smiled and snapped his fingers. "Put him in a prison immediately," he told a guard. "Over the next two weeks, torture him slowly, so that he won't die until after the two weeks. During those two weeks, send an army to each of the poles to kill every waterbender there is. That will end the avatar cycle, forever." Aang's eyes got wide, and he attempted to look up, but his head was forced back down, knocking his forehead to the floor, making him bleed, his blood joining Sokka's and a small amount of Toph's, that had dripped down.
The guards around him smiled and dragged the now very pale Aang off to where the prisoners were kept. As soon as the guards found the dirtiest, smelliest, and smallest cell they could find, the chucked him in, and chained him to the wall so that he couldn't even lower his arms, and his feet chained as well. As one guard went off, the second smiled evilly at the boy, and punched his cheek, and listened gleefully at the sound of his cheekbone cracking under his fist.
"The next two weeks'll be fun…" he whispered, before leaving the cell, and slamming the gate shut.