A/N: I'm really proud of this chapter myself( and I think in the first few paragraphs you'll see why), i've never written two chapters for a story in one night, but that is what insomnia is for! Hooray for insomnia! Anyway, the inspiration for this entire fic came from the song that plays on the Gears Of War 2 trailer... for those of you who are not gamers and/or would like me to speak english then the song is "How It Ends" by DeVotchka.

(The following morning)

Of course, sixteen years wasn't so bad once you got used to the smell, not just your own smell from refusing to bath in what could be described as worse than a prison shower, but the entire Agni forsaken place smelled of sweat. The warden had given her "Royal Craziness" her own private three by five, with no windows, and a single vent that was directly connected to every cooler in the prison, letting in just enough cold air to keep her from firebending even the tiniest spark.

The room was heated every other hour to keep her alive. The door was just like every other door in the place, except for the lock, a twin key tumbler system, which required two keys to be turned simultaneously, two guards had one key each, they took shifts sleeping and guarding her cell. So even when one guard slid her food under the door and Azula grabbed his key, the Warden beat her senseless, and the key was back on the guard's belt before his shift ended. The warden called it "the Fridge", a knock off of "the cooler" but it stuck when the warden first looked at the finished product. It was customized especially for Azula; installed the same day of her arrival. For which the guards were eternally grateful, the one day they kept her in the cooler for was the day of construction. everyone, except the warden, became truly scared of an inmate.

She would have left no one alive if she had her bending, but all anyone had to do was dog pile her with enough guards to stop her. She hated every guard in that stinking place.

"She's just like every other dank in this place Yao, just got a pretty face." The warden had never thought of it before in his life. It was the perfect plan, and it was time to get out. The way the guards' shifts worked is there was one room they both slept in, it was never slept in by both men, so when one went in the room the other went to guard. There was even a policy that in the event of a capture, only the warden was allowed inside to retrieve him. She had never been allowed outside her cell however, because her chi is never blocked, the only occurrence she remembered of not being able to firebend was the solar eclipse and Ty Lee's treachery at her last visit to this place. So letting her taste warm air for more than five minutes was considered to be a death sentence.

But she was waiting for today, today was the day the warden had been especially tired from breaking up a prison wide riot during exercising hours. She had asked a fellow inmate who had become a friend from their frequent conversations through means of the cooler's ventilation system. She had asked to start a riot for her, and in return she would add him to the list of inmates she would take with her when she escaped. Luckily the door was air tight but no where near soundproof.

Now it was time. She slowly approached the door, from where Yao stood at attention at all times. "Hey Yao, you want to have some fun?"

"Back away from the door missy." Yao commanded gruffly as though he was ready to hock a lugy. He was attractive enough, just enough, so she would be totally grossed for what she was about to do.

"It gets pretty lonely on this floor." Azula whispered. "I was just wondering if you felt the same way." Normally she wouldn't be so direct, but the warden was wasting no time in regaining his composure and she had to work fast.

"Sometimes-."

"Have you ever imagined us." She interrupted him, and then putting her mouth right up near the door she whispered in a half moan. "Together?" The seductress had done her homework on this guy and knew he liked it sensuous and sweet. He was the poorest excuse for a guard she had ever seen, and wondered sometimes if he even liked women at all. Apparently he did, because next thing she knew the door had somehow opened.

"I melted the other lock and used my key." He sounded genuinely ashamed, like a child who had just been scolded and told no.

"Ambitious and evil, my kind of guy." Azula leaned in and kissed him, and then jammed a chewed and razor sharp fingernail she had been filing for two days into Yao's neck. She then jumped up and landed so that she now sat on his shoulders, and before he could scream in pain, she had snapped his neck between her thighs.

"Someone, help!" The warden had arrived in about five minutes and looked like he had just been through the worst fight of his life.

"This had better be good!" The warden growled. The warden then saw the body, lying there on the floor like a rag doll. "You've done it now!" He charged in for a swing, to which Azula just jabbed a knuckle into his chest, and pushed him without any effort at all out the door and tumbling to a heap on the floor, unconscious. She walked calmly out the door and took in about ten minutes of sunlight. She had the time, this was her floor and no one was around to stop her. After taking in a few deep breaths, she picked the warden up by the neck in a chokehold with her right arm and lit her index and middle finger up like a match and put it up to the warden's neck. He soon went limp from being held up by nothing but a chokehold.

She made her way up the stair to the right, of the main corridor, her knowledge of the prison from her days in school was immense and her interest that bordered on love, of the most diabolical prison in the fire nation afforded her certain opportunities, like memorizing blueprints and foundation layouts of the entire place.

"She's escaped!" Some improvements had been made on the gondola; there was now a reinforced door that was between the corridor and the gondola platform.

"Open the door." Azula asked politely. She could have easily made short work of the door and surrounding guards with a few minutes of cobalt colored firebending. But she enjoyed this a hell of a lot more.

"Not on your life Azula, just give up!" The guard shouted.

"Tell me something." She started up. She showed the warden's neck through the slit in the door with her blowtorch of a hand poised to slice through the skin like butter. "Would you like the warden's face well done." Her hand changed from a sharp blowtorch flame to crackling with lightning. "Or extra crispy?" This is what she loved about being herself; she got to have fun with people.

"Open the door!" came a gruff command from the warden. The door opened with a rusty creak. Azula stepped up onto the platform. She then quickly dispatched the five guards that were assigned to the gondola and took fight by jetting flames from her sandals of her prisoner's outfit.

"Hey Azula! What about me?" The familiar voice of the prisoner she had carry out the first part of her plan echoed from the courtyard.

"What about you?" Azula asked angrily, she did not have time for this. At this the prisoner looked discouraged and somewhat confused.

"What happened to your list of the guys your were gonna bust out?" He spat.

"Oh didn't I tell you? I never had access to ink and paper!" She gave a smirk and rotated herself to face the warden, who she mockingly saluted before taking off toward the mainland. "Keep up the great work warden!" She called back.

Free, it was a word she knew she heard again and again, but never thought she would take for granted. Now it was time to enact her greatest comeback ever. "First stop, the south pole!" She laughed and relished the thoughts of what fun she was going to have when she got there.

A/N: The next chapter will be here within the hour guys, hang tight!