Manhattan, New York, 2008
The sun rose over New York City, making the skies look a sick brackish orange. As the city slowly awoke, citizens turned on their televisions to horrible news that their president was killed by an unknown assassin no one have ever heard of. The assassination was carried out by an unlikely person many Americans would eventually come to know as Katara Hakoda. Katara was innocent looking enough, but more dangerous than all of America's serial killers combined. Midday saw the sun turn the skies a greenish orange. That color changed to a blood red within half an hour as the day continued. The skies eventually turned ebony black by mid afternoon. And by day's end, over 3,000 people were dead, felled by Katara's deadly ice shards.
She walked the dark streets of Manhattan looking for more victims. She enjoyed this more than she did killing Zuko, Azula, and everyone else in the Water Tribe, Earth Kingdom, and Fire Nation. She had left her brother, Sokka, to die in the vast frozen wasteland that was the North Pole. Ty Lee and Aang were the only ones to survive Katara's violently incredible attack, for they had fled just after Azula was killed. Mai was the unfortunate one. She was decapitated when she attempted to block Katara's deadly ice disc. And Azula slipped on one of the broken ice shards and flipped over the railing, falling to her death.
A young man smacked into Katara before either knew what hit them. "Hey", the young man yelled, surprised. Before he could say anything more, Katara shot him with an icicle, impaling the man to the wall. An evil grin spread across Katara's face. She stood in front of him.
"Now, how should I dispose of you", Katara snarled. The man looked up at her, and grimaced in pain. Katara went batshit. "DO YOUKNOW WHO I AM!!", she screamed. The poor man, frightened and bleeding to death could not say anything but "Help me, I'm dying". Katara didn't like this response. Enraged, she ripped the man off the wall, opening the wound from the ice shard attack wide. Blood sprayed everywhere, drenching Katara from head to toe. Katara then proceeded to blood bend the poor guy to death, ripping his body apart in the process. An NYPD officer who happened to be driving by at the moment stopped his Crown Vic and jumped out, gun drawn. Katara dropped the dead man and turned toward the officer. An evil grin spread across her face, only to be replaced quickly by a look of craziness.
"What are you going to do? Shoot me?", Katara snarled in a low voice. Before the NYPD police officer could respond, Katara shot upward and slammed down onto the roof of the Crown Vic Police Interceptor, crushing the flashing light racks and caving in the roof. Windows burst from the force of the girl's landing. The officer squeezed off four shots, a bullet striking Katara in the chest. The girl fell with a resounding "THUD". Officer Higgins rushed over to the bleeding girl, and radioed for backup and an ambulance. Within minutes, the area was crawling with police and medical personnel. They loaded Katara into the back of the ambulance and rushed off with 15 police cruisers in hot persuit.