Chappie One

I winced as one of the men placed his metal boot on my back, holding me down in place. I watched in horror as my parents fought against the Fire Nation army members that had stormed into our house. Suddenly, Metal Boot Man removed his boot from my back and forced me to stand up so he could hold a knife to my back as he held my wrists above my head. My mom was the first to fall to the ground, and I cried out as I watched the light fade from her eyes.

"No!" my father shouted, releasing a fireball the the man who had done away with my mother.

"Now, now, Flame, we wouldn't want you to make any rash decisions that could cost you your daughter's life now would we?" Metal Boot Man said, dragging the blade across my back, leaving a deep gash. I could feel my pet mouse Fritz having a spaz attack in my pocket, and I prayed that he would tire himself out and fall asleep so no one would find him.

"Please, not my daughter! She did nothing! I'll do anything, just let her go!" my father cried, his whole body shaking as he saw the blood, my blood, drip to the floor.

"Anything?" a voice said, somewhere from where my father was, I couldn't tell, my vision was blurred by tears.

"Yes, anything, but please, leave her alone!" my father replied, and Metal Boot Man let go of me. I fell to my knees, afraid of what was going to happen next.

"Can you bend?" one of the army members asked me, and I knew just then that if I told the truth, I'd be joining my mother very shortly.

"I wish, sir." I muttered, and who ever it was nodded.

"Say good bye to your daddy, because you won't see him ever again until you die. Don't worry, his death sentence is for tomorrow." Metal Boot Man snapped a pair of handcuffs on my fathers hands and they all filed out the door, dragging my father behind them. He gave me one last grim look before they disappeared over the hill they had come over. I shakily took Fritz out of my pocket, and being the amazing little mouse he is, he hugged my thumb as I broke down crying.

"Fritz, we're leaving. Starting a new life. And we're going to today." I finally murmured. Going around the parts of the house that weren't burned, I threw everything I might have needed into a black backpack. After cleaning off the blood, switching tank tops, and throwing on a hoodie, I put Fritz into the backpack side pocket and stood outside my house.

"Bye, old friend." I said quietly as I sent a fireball at the door and walked away, not wanting to watch it go up in flames.

By now I had been living on my own for three days, and the cut had turned into a bright red scar. Also, Fritz and I were seriously starving. Hey, a girl and mouse can't live off of nuts and berries, okay? As I was walking on the pier at night, I noticed a ship at the very end. Quickly looking around and not seeing the Fire Nation symbol on the side, I climbed in and went searching for food. When I finally found the kitchen, I almost cried tears of joy as I opened the refrigerator. I went through the fridge, handing Fritz a cube of cheese half his size as I piled apples, oranges, bananas, mangoes, chicken, cans of soup, and much more into my backpack. I zipped up my bag and turned around, freezing as I came face to face with an old man who looked vaguely familiar.

"Ummm..." I said, still frozen on the spot. And then a teenager with a scar on his left eye (also vaguely familiar) appeared.

"Uncle, we- who in gods name are you and what are you doing on my ship?" He asked me.

"Ummmm..." I answered, still unable to say anything.

"Would you like to join us for dinner?" asked the old man, now clearly the teen's uncle.

"Uncle, are you insane? We have no idea who she is, she could be a spy for all we know!" the teen, who I am now gonna call Mr. Anger Issues, exclaimed.

"Well, Mr. Anger Issues, do you really think a spy would sneak onto your ship just to steal food? Don't you think that if I was a spy, I'd be hiding right now and you wouldn't have known I was here? And don't answer that, or I'll have to hurt you." I finally snapped out of my frozen state and picked up Fritz, putting him in the backpack side pocket.

"Like you could hurt me." Mr. Anger Issues scoffed.

"Do you really wanna test me? Because I'm more then willing to release all of my anger on you." I replied, making a ball of fire in my hand and tearing a chunk of the metal counter off and molding it into a ball.

"By any chance, would your name be Zephyr Flame?" Mr. Anger Issues' uncle asked, and I dropped the metal ball and made the fire disappear.

"Yeah... should I know you?" I responded, taking a step back.

"It's alright if you don't, I knew your parents from school. That would also explain your ability to bend both earth and fire." As soon as he mentioned my parents, I broke down crying.

"Uncle, who is she?" Mr. Anger Issues questioned, giving me a sideways glance.

"She's Zephyr Flame, daughter of my friends Alexandre and Filomina from school back in the day. Her dad was a fire bender and her mom was an earth bender. Zephyr, if I may asked, where are your parents?" Mr. Anger Issues' uncle explained before turning to ask me that question.

"They're gone! Dead, never gonna come back, and it's all because of the stupid Fire Nation!" I cried, and Fritz climbed out of his pocket to hug my pinkie.

"The Fire Nation-" Mr. Anger Issues started to say but his uncle cut him off.

"Zuko, she's gonna stay in your room." My head snapped up at this. (Finally, Mr. Anger Issues has a name!)

"WHAT!" Zuko and I shouted at the same time.

"Well, we can't have her sleep in the same room as one of the crew members, they're all men. Who knows what horrible things they would do to a beauty like her?" I blushed as Zuko's uncle called me a beauty.

"But Uncle!" Zuko looked like he was about to explode, and I laughed as he glared at me.

"What's wrong Zuko? Are you scared to share a room with a girl?" I asked, smirking as his glare intensified.

"Fine!" he stormed off to god knows where, leaving me with his uncle.

"Ummm, thank you Mr. , uhhh..." I started to say.

"Just call me Uncle. Zuko's room is the last one on the right." He smiled at me before leaving the kitchen.

"Well Fritz, time to go annoy the hell out of Mr. Anger Issues." I put him back into the backpack in the front zipper and zipped it shut, leaving an inch of space for air. Swinging the backpack over my shoulder, I walked out towards the last door on the right.

"I said to leave me- oh its you." He turned to face me as I walked in, and I blushed because, well, he was shirtless.

"Yes, it's the wonderful little ol' me, who just happens to be a beauty! You should consider yourself honored." I joked, and he just glared even more.

"Whatever." he muttered and that was when I noticed there was one bed.

"No. No no no no no! Why!" I cried out, and Zuko raised an eyebrow.

"What?" he asked, and I pointed at the bed.

"There's one bed. I am not sleeping on the floor." I answered.

"Well, it's my room, and I'm not sleeping on the floor either." he replied, and I frowned.

"Just great! I have to share a bed with Mr. Anger Issues!" I muttered, and thankfully, he didn't hear me.

I put down the backpack and took off my hoodie. "Ummm, yeah, cover your eyes." I hissed, and he shrugged and turned around. I changed into a black tank top and black short shorts, shoving the other clothes into the backpack. "You can turn around now." I said as I started to brush my hair in the mirror, my back to him.

"Where did you get that scar?" he asked, staring at my back.

"Where did you get that scar?" I countered, turning to face him.

"None of your business." he answered.

"None of your business." I mocked him, and he glared at me.

"Hey, I'll tell you where I got mine if you tell me where you got yours." I said, sitting next to him on the bed. He just shrugged.

"I got mine the same day my mom was killed. A group of Fire Nation army members invaded our house about four days ago. One guy apparently liked seeing my father in emotional pain, because he dragged his knife across my back, leaving a long gash. And then they took my father away. He was killed the day after. So the day before, I packed some of my things, burned down the house, and pretty much lived on my own. And then I got hungry and came onto your ship." I explained quietly.

"My father. He gave me this scar. Just because I spoke up during a meeting." Zuko answered.

"Can I?" I asked, pointing at his scar, and he shrugged. I lightly ran my fingers across it, and he closed his eyes. Suddenly, like video, an image of how he got his scar flashed in my mind.

"HOLY MOTHER OF NACHOS!" I screamed, jumping away from Zuko.

"Nachos?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Forget the nachos! You, you're Prince Zuko!" I was pretty much shaking at this point.

"Yeah...?" He replied.

"Fuck! Shit, I gotta get out of here." I hissed, pulling on my boots on and putting on my hoodie.

"What? Why?" Zuko asked, grabbing my wrist.

I turned to face him, tears threatening to fall. "Because, your father had my parents killed!" I cried.

"Look, I'm not like my father. At least stay so you don't end up killed or something by the guards." he muttered.

"Fine." I mumbled, kicking off my boots and pulling off my hoodie.

I climbed into the bed and turned so that my back was to Zuko as he climbed in after me. "Good night." I said quietly before falling asleep.

YAY! Chappie one is done! Oh, and I forgot to mention this, but the plot doesn't follow the show at all. And she said "HOLY MOTHER OF NACHOS" because she was told not to cuss unless she really had to.

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