Azula Inazuma
It began with a wave creeping over the lakeside than a rattling of chains and howls of despair. This prisoner was considered crazy, as well as excessively violent.
But when she was fourteen her parents did little to improve her mental stability at such a young age. Her father was a first rate evil mastermind whose first major scheme killed several thousand people and would have killed more had he not been stopped.
Her mother was kind, but only to her son. In her mind her only daughter was a monster. However this was an accurate assessment of her child.
But she held no sway over how her daughter in the way of help. If anything her words served to aggravate her.
The girl had ruled her only friends with fear until they hated her, her reward came in the form of betrayal at her most desperate time.
By age fifteen she had completely lost her mind.
Lonely tortured and thralled by her own thoughts a conscious mind with more holes than their supposed peace bringers words.
Azula opened her eyes her mind burning with memories, betrayal and hate. Anger consumed her eyes blurring her vision.
The feeling subsided and she was left staring blankly at her prison cell walls through holes in a metal mask.
However below her chi burned in a furnace of white flames as her soul was engulfed by the essence of the lightning she hurled. Her body convulsed rubbing her skin raw around her shackles'.
She felt her ragged hair push against the top of the mask as static oozed from her eyes, strands tangled downward trying to free themselves from her head cage.
She lay sprawled over a rectangular slab of three inch thick steel that was supposed to be her bed.
The front of her cage consisted of a tight mesh work of crisscrossing metal bars; with a tiny port of the bottom for the passage of food. Behind it rested several more inches of stone wall.
She kicked her feet and hands up rattling her chains with a pessimistic optimism fed from the possibility of her jailers getting sloppy.
However her feet and hands were encased in metal cast cages linked to the walls limiting her mobility to only a few feet in any direction. Their carelessness, well she would need more than that to free herself.
She sucked in a tight breath through her mask; any attempts at fire bending through it would lead to back feed and her face melting.
She felt the itch of her damaged skin around her hands and arms where the metal had melted scars into her skin.
Despair ate at her mind; her resolve began to twist and writhe like an injured dragon.
"The fools! Locking me up like a criminal, the TRAITORS!" the bottom hatch wiggled than opened as the guard reached his hand through with a bowl clasped in his hand.
His hand left than came back setting a straw inside the greenish blue liquid. The assembly sat on the floor a foot inside Azula's range.
She wriggled over and after a few attempts she was able to get the straw inside her masks breathing hole. It smelled like seaweed and bone marrow. It was salted correctly with a rich texture which insinuated a variety of ingredients.
Azula sucked it up as quickly as she could manage. Moments after finishing the hand returned to take the bowl away.
She was fed every two hours in this way from 6.a.m to 8.p.m. after eight they shut the light out and extinguished the hall flames.
Azula was immersed in darkness, with methods of escape chugging trough her mind.
She had tried melting the metal from the inside of her hand locks but the metal burned her.
Lightning would be more damaging if it flowed the wrong way down the metal. She pondered methods of disentangling herself. She blinked and tapped her hand shackles together.
Maybe?
The idea stuck.
Humans have natural electrical pulses from the heart and brain to the body, but her issue was overloading her system. She couldn't let herself end up crispy or cooked.
She smashed her hands together until she felt the metal begin to magnetize. She stood up and drew in her arms circling in small swings she sent current through the metal.
In seconds it started dripping away from her the crystalline grains expanded until Azula broke the brittle hand cases.
She sent lightning through her toes using her bed as a ground she melted her foot constraints away.
She clutched the brittle metal and broke her chains. She grabbed a chunk of chain and melted it in tiny streams in the shape of a wrench.
Azula reached behind her head feeling the nuts screwed in tight she fingered the size for her hand crafted wrench. After a few minutes of cooling she could touch her wrench.
She jammed it into the nuts and jerked sending each one spinning; she squirmed frantically and ripped the seal of the mask tearing it down the seam.
Azula recalled the sensation of low power lightning, joining her hands she pressed both against the mesh. This completed the current; she watched in delight as the matrix of bars melted away smoking.
She threw her head back and laughed a cold burbling chuckle resembling the sounds of breaking ice water.
Her heart beat accelerated as blue flames circled her fists and mouth. She crouched down on all fours and careened down the narrow earth halls. She passed the guard, frying his brain and heart with a swipe of her fingers. He went down twitching.
She circled the hall until she arrived back at her cell. There was no door.
She crammed her hair behind her head and looked down at her beaten clothes; she wore tatters of her old Fire Nation garb. She leaned forward her hair falling back in her face.
She circled her fingers and pointed straight above her sending a frequency of electricity capable of blasting rock away fizzing and chewing its way skyward. She felt electrical pulses of fish hearts above her.
Fish?
They were healthy and swimming away from her. The ceiling broke open sending hundreds of thousands of gallons of water down on top of Azula.
She chuckled to herself
"Those fools can't keep me with a puny splash of water." Any fish left behind became sucked into a vortex of rubble and electromagnetic iron filled water.
Azula insulated herself with a layer of flame; building a steam barrier until she started floating upwards. She inhaled the last of the air in her barrier and swam for the light above her.
Seconds ticked by still swimming up, two minutes later her ears popped. At four minutes her breath felt like a deflating cavern within her vison blurred.
She struggled up kicking frantically through the last twenty feet of water. Five minutes passed.
Her limbs refused to move; her mind to oxygen deprived to command them. Her eyes closed as she went limp still trying to hold her breath.
Ten minutes passed Azula floated steadily up wards. There was no way she was dying like this drowning pathetic, drowning was for the common folk.
She forced her remaining air into her arms and legs propelling herself out of the water.