An old man sat near his backyard pond, enjoying the bright, warm sun. His twenty-year old son was working at the local factory, and his daughter was practicing Firebending at the local academy. This meant he had the entire day to himself. What a nice Friday. he thought. I think I'll have some tea.

The old man lifted his frail body from the ground and slumped over peacefully to the kitchen inside his house. He beginning to pour water when he felt himself lose control over his hands. They began shaking so much that he dropped his antique teapot onto the hard floor. "No! That was my mother's!" he groaned. Then his arms completely lost control, trembling for no obvious reason. Then his whole body was trembling, and then he froze. He couldn't feel anything, and his head began getting fuzzy. His heart pounded harder and harder, until he fell over and slammed his old body against the floor. Not in control of anything, he grabbed his kitchen knife, and he was pushed out the door by himself. He felt himself drifting towards his town's governor's house. He slammed it's door open, and uncontrollably began attacking all the guards in the room. He was covered in blood by the time they were all dead. He then lumbered towards the governor's office, and with no sound, killed the governor. All that was heard was a muffled scream.

The old man proceeded to stab himself directly in the heart, and collapsed to the ground, dead.

The bloodbender smirked over his bloody body.

"Welcome to the spirit world, old man. I hope you enjoy your eternal stay." The bloodbender laughed uncontrollably. "Goodbye, Fire Nation. Goodbye."