A/N: Well I realized that the first chapter may have been lacking. That a lot of things might of happened that I didn't really explain the reason to. Like those people that kidnapped Katara (as MoonTears8 stated) they did do that because she was a water bender and I can understand the questioning of "Why?", I wrote most of this next chapter right after the first but ran through it again in better hopes of explaining certain things in this story. New parts were added for this very purpose.

Disclaimer: Same as the first chapter.

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Footsteps vibrated between the two walls, the deep thuds carrying the length of the hall only dying when they bounced off the single door in the very back. This thick metal door held one very loud voice and an equally stubborn soul behind its barrier, it was here that the clacking of uniform boots was headed.

Hakoda, even denied the majority of his rights had promises to retain.

Why had his beautiful wife had to die at the hands of people such as this? Such a lovely kind hearted woman, if he just closed his eyes he could picture he perfectly, all the little things that made him fall in love. Her hair, her eyes and her sweet caring nature… it was the only comfort he had, knowing he would soon probably end up in the same place as she.

Were their children alright? Had Sokka and Katara escaped?

They wouldn't of killed Katara, they wanted her alive that much he knew but Sokka… surely he would have heard something if anything happened. Hakoda took in a deep breath hoping to calm his shaking nerves, he had to stay strong and keep his promise to his wife.

It had only been a few hours since he had last seen the two…

The door creaked open and a rather average looking fellow shuffled in, with none of the usual confidence expected of these people. He came right in stopping the red faced man right in the middle of his obnoxious rant at Hakoda. There was silence and a series of whispers as one hissed something in the other's ear. Hakoda could see the anger boiling up on the larger man's features and puzzled momentarily over whether or not that was a good or bad thing.

"WHAT?!" That sudden outburst might be enough to answer some questions, "He's dead?! Who the hell killed him?!"

The smaller man was cowering as he held up a plastic bag labeled with numbered codes and displaying a single red tinged pocket knife. "They found this at the scene still wedged…" The man swallowed his hands further shaking, "inside him… There was also two pairs of small footsteps heading south imprinted in the snow. There is someone attempting to track them now but latest reports insist the intense weather is proving problematic."

Hakoda at least knew his children had still been alive some time ago but what of them now? Were they smart enough to get as far as possible and hide? He thought he taught them pretty well but had he taught them well enough?

Two years later reality swallowed the siblings up.

It was in a small apartment complex that the two had taken residence, just some ways east of a large bustling city. The area they were given consisted of two small rooms, a bathroom, and a tiny kitchen; by no means was it something to be proud of. It had indoor plumbing, beds and a roof over their head so at least Sokka was that much more satisfied with their situation.

It wasn't easy in the beginning… the two of them were alone with no idea of where their father was taken or how to bring him back. Hours were spent walking through the bitter snow, with little more then the clothes on their back. They had hidden in deep banks huddled close and waited for the worst of the winds to pass, still they were half frozen when they finally located a town and hitched a ride down south.

The heat of the high sun hadn't done them much better when they were dumped unceremoniously at some lonely gas station. They struggled to find change along the sewage drain and trade it for a ridiculous small honey bun inside, something they could barely spilt between the two of them.

Asking for directions had been complicated, they weren't really sure where they were headed and that resulted in a heated argument. Katara had insisted that they stay with Gran Gran as the old woman had buckets of kindness to share and would surely take them in and though this was true Sokka wouldn't have it. He worried that among people of the same name they would be sitting ducks for any random hunter that wanted to take a shot.

He insisted that they find a large city with a population somewhere near the thousands and lay low, hiding behind all those faces. Katara never had much of a choice and Sokka didn't feel bad about not giving her one, he had to protect her. It was the only promise he had to keep now and he refused to break it.

So here they were, in a place where the nights were filled with the artificial lighting that trickled through the blinds and the whines of tires howling down asphalt, the days were only slightly different with the voices of neighbors tearing through the thin walls. They had only what they needed not much more and as such Katara always seemed so glum. Sokka worried that protecting her wasn't worth it if she wasn't happy.

"Katara." He said solemnly picking up a dull white plate from the sink side and digging through the drawers. He spun around allowing a large grin to break across his features as he spun the plate upon a butter knife, balancing it with a small amount of skill as it wobbled about. "Look! I got some real talent, huh?"

The amusement fell from his face, the weight to keep it up suddenly to much and the plates followed pursuit shattering noisily upon the ground. His sister didn't even flinch as a deep sigh caused her shoulders to sag and she dropped her head heavily into her hands.

Sokka shimmed forward pathetically. "Katara…" He whined sticking out his bottom lip unnecessarily and allowing the longer strands of his hair to drop into his face. "Katara…?" He questioned hopefully only to be awarded by her groan of annoyance.

"I can't stand just sitting around like this. Our father… how can we just forget about him like this?!" She stood up rather abruptly toppling the previously occupied chair to the ground and rattling the table. Sokka edged back as her anger heightened, his eyes flickering in a check for water sources as the glass on the table shattered spilling such a substance over the wood. Sokka backed up further.

"Katara… calm dow-"

"I will NOT CALM DOWN!"

Sokka heard the vase in the kitchen following the glass's example as his sister's anger continued to boil dangerously. If he didn't do something to sooth her soon she would give their position away and all this work would be for nothing. He bit his lip and charged forward.

"ALL WE DO IS HIDE! YOU ARE SUCH A… coward…" Her rage died in her chest. The arms of her brother caught her off guard as they came to rest around her and drew her close to his warmth. She felt water swelling abruptly in her eyes and buried her face against his shoulder in an attempt to hide this weakness. From who couldn't be said, as Sokka could feel the liquid against the base of his neck.

If Sokka had been sleeping that night he would never of been forewarned of the danger approaching, it was only atlases and stolen documents that kept him up these late hours of night. Even with his senses dwindling with exhaustion he heard the loud voices from the floors below, different from the usually arguments by the intensity of their tones. Dread was making his stomach twist uncomfortably.

He swooped the paper and books up in his arms and stumbled toward his tiny room, fumbling to stuff items into a bag.

"Katara…" The last thing he wanted to do was yell and bring attention to them so instead he racked his knuckles against their adjoining wall. Aware of the shuffling on the other side he spoke once more, "gather only what you need. We're leaving." It was best that they get out quickly and avoid complications but as he was thinking this, he couldn't help but wonder, how'd they find them?

Regretfully Sokka turned away from the majority of his items for more important things, located in the kitchen. Water bottles and food were stuffed in his bag till it bulged with defiance. Hearing a sound behind him he whipped around, a steak knife in hand, rose and ready. He let his hand fall though, when he saw it was only his sister, her outfit untidy and her long hair knotted from sleep.

"What is it?…" Her eyes were still half lidded, a yawn rising in her throat. Sokka grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the door knowing things would explain themselves in time. It was just a good thing Katara was too tired to question her brother's actions.

Sokka slid out into the hallway pushing the door carefully shut behind them as he pulled his sister closer to his side, she made a soft sound of protest but other then that was silent. The elevator? No, they should take the stairs in order to skirt around them. Surely no one would have expected his sister and him to have left at this late hour of the night. That was their only hope.

He whispered that they should be 'quick and quiet' as they entered the stairwell. Already he was calculating the possibilities, what could happen if something went wrong. The situations buzzed through his head as his hearing focused on the rumbling of the elevator to the left of this stairwell, walls doing little to hide the noise. What if they had already thought ahead as well?

How many would they bring to capture one waterbender? Was it possible that they'd split their numbers between the elevator and the stairs? If that was so was it safe to assume that they would send the majority through the quickest route and only one or two through the alternative just incase?

Sokka edged to the stairs' railing and peered down at the descending spiral of steps below them. At this hour every corner was buried in shadows the only light emitted from exit signs above doorways. He narrowed his eyes, tongue poking out of his lips as he focused on the slightest movement. Something was there-- he grabbed his sister's arm. "What?" She snarled in surprise.

It was all the warning those shadows down there needed, when previously they had been awaiting to ambush their target if it happened to come along, now they rushed out in the bloody glow of lights to meet Katara and him. Sokka backpedaled nearly tripping over the steps in the process, his own voice seemed to echo in his head demanding he think.

No, he couldn't concentrate. "Halt!" A gruff voice had assaulted his senses and he took another step back, slipping. A grunt escaping him partially at the jab of pain that rammed into his back and otherwise to hide the sound of a water bottle cracking open in his bag, the cool liquid successfully soaking the steps beneath him. By now the two strangers were practically on top of them. Katara out in front of him with all intentions to protect him, despite his want of it being the other way around.

No one was watching him, all their focus on his sister. He surveyed them quickly debating their options. The first man was short in structure, fiery orange hair cropped close to his skull and dark eyes narrowed to match an unfaltering scowl. On his person he had some sort of tiny pistol haltered to his waist and a roll of rope clipped beside it. He wasn't doing anything at the moment except looking at Katara the same way Sokka was currently looking over him.

Sokka shifted his gaze, the second man was larger, more of a threat by size. This man was doing all the talking his voice deep, echoing through the stairwell as his beefy hands clutched at his sides. But 'Mr. Huge' here, had no weapons and maybe he didn't need any to crush a person with his fists or maybe there was another reason, something Sokka was sure he should know but couldn't put his finger on.

Boy did that man talk, Katara was yelling at him already telling him to get his sniveling behind out of her face before she kicked him in it(not literally of course). He wasn't even saying anything of importance just that she needed to go with them. Them… them… Sokka snapped to attention ripping the warped water bottle out of his bag in one swift movement. The big guy was just a distraction --these dirty bastards-- the smaller man had already drew out his pistol and was in the process of aiming it when a bottle crashed into his face.

His expression was irked, the water still spilling out of the hole had soaked him and caused him to blink rapidly to get it out of his eyes. "Katara!" His sister looked up at Sokka's voice and followed his finger to the man. Immediately she whipped the water off the figure's face lashing at his fingers and causing the pistol to fall from his hand. Water snaked around his feet as ice, sticking him in place.

The other man was already in motion though darting for the fallen pistol. Sokka had moved as well pulling the heavy bag off his back and leaping at the huge man. "No you don't!" Just as those huge fingers closed around the weapon the large man's features twisted with shock and pain as the loaded backpack crashed into the side of his head with enough force to topple a bull. As such the man went down, out cold.

Any other time Sokka would have gloated at his victory but there was still things to attend to. He stepped up to the man paralyzed by ice and crossed his arms of his chest. "Well Mr. Creepy, seeing as your in no position to refuse you are going to answer some questions for me."

Katara eyed Sokka skeptically, probably at his choice of naming for the man. "First of all, what's with your hair, is that its natural color or-" Katara cuffed him on the back of the head causing him to complain for a good minute before she demanded he take this seriously.

Sokka straightened up. "Right… Who do you work for?"

The man showed no sign of telling, staring mutely at the two.

"Not talking, huh?" Sokka shifted his weight allowing a smirk to creep up on his features. "People like me have a way of getting people like you to talk." 'Surprisingly' the man didn't seem to be moved. Sokka stumbled aside as his sister pushed him out of the way. "What are you-"

There was a crackle of sound as Katara slapped the man across the face. "Answer my brother's question!" The look on her face was quite frightening… "Unless you want to see what else I can do with this water." When the man still didn't talk she went on. "I can tear you apart from the inside… take the water residing in your blood and rip it out through your skin." She lifted her hand wiggling her fingers threateningly. Sokka was pretty certain she couldn't do that but that man couldn't know that.

"We work for the organization." He answered suddenly. Not much of answer but time was short.

"What do you want with my sister?" Sokka cut in.

The man eyed Katara narrowly before responding, "we will use the abomination's powers to create a new world order."

Katara looked shocked at the term used for her and Sokka just ended up punching the man hard across the face. "Don't you EVER talk about my sister like that!" He had half the mind to punch him again when his sister pulled him back. Sighing deeply he bit his lip, "How'd you find us?…"

The man smirked despite the angry red mark flaring across his face. "We have a very reliable source. Hide all you want, we'll always find you."

Voices were coming from above. If there was another group they had discovered that the siblings weren't in their apartment room and were now making their in this direction to meet their fellows. "What's that mean?!" Katara grabbed her brother as he swept out at the man and began to pull him down the stairs.

It was time to go.

Buckets of cool rain poured down upon the countryside. Deserted fields of wheat barely visible through the haze, swaying against the harsh winds, shacks rattling in the distance. The glow of headlights departing as tires squished over dirt, the bus pulling away from its stop. A single small figure was left behind in the unpleasant weather.

Their fingers barely pulled at the large rimmed hat currently topping their head, pulling it forward to hide young features from view. Their lips twisted into a slight frown, their eyes falling to shadows as they turned and surveyed the soaked lands. Soft and unnaturally confident words fell from the boy's lips carried by strong gusts of wind instead of lost beneath them.

"Don't worry Appa… I'll bring you home."

So the other benders will now start showing up. Review please.