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Red Eye
Her arm twitched as the cramp began in her arm. During some point in every waterbender's life comes a time when a cramp starts to pound up your arms. It continues for about a week, and day by day, it gets worse. Katara could handle this pain easily, but it ignored her to death. She did not bother to tell Aang, Sokka, or Toph, not even Momo, due to the sacred Southern Water Tribe tradition. A waterbender must face his or her conflict period alone, without any assistance or aid. This proved a bender's bravery and individuality, or at least that's what Katara thought.
Another shockwave pounded through her right arm, this time even more painful. Her biceps and forearms tightened up for a moment. She sat alone, on the saddle of Appa, away from the others. This got Aang concerned.
He crawled over to Katara, "Hey, are you okay?" he asked. "You've been sitting alone for hours." He sounded convinced.
"It's nothing," Katara said. It didn't matter what she said, though. They would still be behind her back, talking her out to death to find out what was bothering her.
Aang raised an eyebrow, then went back to his original seat. Sokka took a turn on Appa's reins, looking for a safe place to land and make camp. Toph, as usual, hung by the edges of the saddle, feeling the cold air flow through her body. Momo scurried about on the saddle and pounced on Aang whenever he got the chance. Katara couldn't wait to get down to the ground. She could get a chance to work her cramp out. That was the only way to get this healing faster than one week.
After a short matter of minutes, Sokka took Appa down into a clearing and stretched.
"We should make camp fast," Sokka declared. "It's getting dark and you'll never know when a gang of bandits might show up."
"Would that gang of bandits be us?" Toph joked.
"No," Sokka replied, missing the whole point of the joke. Aang and Katara, as usual, laughed. Everything was going smooth. "Anyway, Aang, help me get the tent ready. Katara, get some fire wood. And Toph, uh..." Sokka looked over at Toph, who bended a rock tent over her head. "You do whatever you do best. All right, hurry up!" They went to do their jobs.
Katara infiltrated the forest and looked for the heaviest pieces of wood or kindling. Once she did, she heaved the wood up on her arms, putting all of its weight into it. Her arms couldn't twitch if she put pressure on it. Settling it down on the ground, sprouting a pile, she looked for more wood.
Suddenly, and unnaturally, she heard rustling behind her. Turning around, she saw nothing. Katara stretched her arms and continued to work. More rustling sounds. Now it was all around her. She was confused. This was not normal. She opened the water canister on her belt strap and looked around, seeing if someone or something was trying to pick a fight with her. The rustling stopped, and Katara assumed that it was over.
Then, she felt a quick pain on her lower thigh, and automatically reached to grab it. But, something kept her from grabbing it. She fell to her knees in an instant. Looking down, in a dizzy fashion, she discovered that a syringe was lodged into her thigh. She then fell flat on the floor and everything went black.
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It was dark and cold. Sweat trickled down her forehead. She was lying on an uncomfortable surface. She couldn't move. She could only blink. Trying to sit up, her head started to pound. When she finally did, she found out that she was in a cave and her hands were tied behind her back. Just before she was about to scream for help, she heard footsteps approaching her.
She saw a man dressed in red and black clothing with shoulder and knee armor. The man gave her a hard stare. She could see power and strength in the man's red eyes. The man then pulled out a folded sheet of paper from her pocket and began to read it silently to himself.
"So, you're name is Katara, is it not?" the man said in a deep and booming voice.
Katara didn't answer.
"That is what you're friends have called you," the man said, looking at her.
Katara didn't reply. The man looked like he was losing his patience.
"Listen, I don't have time for this," the man said. "I know that you have made direct contact with the Avatar. You will give me information or I will put you to rest."
Katara didn't even take in a breath. The man, in frustration, threw the paper down into the ground, startling her slightly. "Damn water tribe..." He walked away as others, dressed just like him, approached her. The red-eyed man walked over to the one that didn't wear the same uniform as the other men and talked. "She won't talk..." the Red Eye said. The leader nodded and the Red Eye left the cave.
She was kidnapped, and she realized this. There were seven of them; only one stood out, which she assumed was the leader of the group. Katara figured that this was an underground fire nation resistance. If only she worried less about her arm cramp and more on what Sokka had said...
"Listen," said the leader, with a bit of a soothing voice. "If you won't talk, then I'm afraid that we may have to use lethal force. I never like doing that."
"Too bad," Katara finally replied.
The leader slightly sighed. "We will give you some time to think about it." The seven finally left the cave and proceeded to their camp outside.
Katara, being very tired, rested on the cold, rigid cave floor and remained calm.
They'll come after me, Katara thought. I know they will.
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It was dawn. The sound of heavy footsteps woke Katara. She sat up and saw the Red Eye standing right in front of her. There was a disturbing pause. Red Eye grimaced.
"You tell me information, now," Red Eye commanded.
"I don't know what to say," Katara harshly responded.
"You can start by stating your business with the Avatar. What are you doing with him?"
"Why would you kidnap me instead of the Avatar?" Katara asked.
"We don't want to put up a fight against him. We could tell that you couldn't. Now that I have told you information, you tell me."
"No," Katara echoed. the Red Eye took a second to strip Katara with his eyes. Then, he pushed her against the hard rock-splattered cave wall, making Katara yelp. A rock made an incision into her upper back.
"I could fuck you right now," the Red Eye harshly whispered into her ear, pushing her up further into the wall, making the cut on her back longer. She began a silent sob and winced in pain. "The only thing that's keeping you alive is a chance that you won't take. I couldn't care less about your shitty, pathetic little life." Katara wanted to pulverise him, but the syringe fluid temporarily disabled her waterbending. Plus, she didn't have her canister. "When we get the Avatar, I'm gonna show him what I've done with you. The sheer terror will kill him."
The Red Eye's grip on Katara's shoulders strengthened as he launched her down into the ground. Scrapes and bruises covered her body. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
"You just wait until tomorrow," Red Eye said.
He left the cave, leaving the waterbender alone and injured. Katara took a glance at him before he left. Her eyes were filled with pure hatred.
