A/N: It's my second fanniversary today, and I set myself a challenge. For each of my favourite fandoms, I wanted to write a drabble. But a drabble from the most unique perspective I could think of. It is my first foray into writing for this fandom, and I hope you enjoy reading this drabble.
Disclaimer: I do now own any copyrights to Avatar: The Last Airbender.
The Blood-bender's Comb
She had never cared much for that comb. Even her necklace of engagement was just a trinket.
What really mattered to her was her family. Her fellow people in the clan.
And the man she was happily engaged to.
The prisoner crooked her finger.
She stabbed the guard with a blade made of her own tears.
It was her first real kill. After that, she let them recapture her. There was no other reason for her to be free.
"My work is done."
The student had learned.
"Congratulations, Katara. "You're a bloodbender."
It had been easy to live in the Fire Nation. As a young beggar, people took pity on her. As a middle-aged seller at the market, she made friends and profit. As an elderly innkeeper, she met many travellers.
Most of them were war refugees.
She wanted them to feel the loneliness, the crazed desperation. She wanted the madness to come over them. The more she imprisoned, the more the unadulterated hatred ebbed. As did the sanity.
The comb kept her memories alive, yes.
But it could never brush away the madness.
On the floor of her cell, she drew pictures with the blood that had been spilled.
Because she was a character I could really connect with; I love writing for insane characters! I would love to have some reviews, and of course constructive critique is never unwelcome.
R&R!
DarkFlameOfTheMonkey