Hey! My first chapter! Read and review please! : )
I guess I should do this: Disclaimer: Avatar is (sadly) not mine. :, (
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Fire. Bright, red and orange flames, licking their way up the stairs. Heat singeing the little boy's eyebrows, adding to his already numerous burns. He scurried away, and hid under his bed, clutching his favorite stuffed bear. He cried out for his mother, begging her to come help him, to save him from the monster that was slowly creeping into his room, eating anything that stood in its way. He shut his eyes tight, whimpering as he felt the already scorching temperature rise higher and higher.
CRASH! The window shattered into a million pieces. He screamed, terrified. He scooted away, further under his bed, until his back was flat against the wall.
"Hakan!?"
There were boots walking across the room. But that's impossible, He thought. Fire doesn't wear boots.
"Hakan, answer me! It's Avatar Korra!"
Avatar Korra? AVATAR KORRA!? "I'm here! I'm here! Help me Avatar Korra, please!"
"It's gonna be okay kid! Just keep talking, so I can follow your voice!"
It was hard to hear her over the roaring of the ever-growing fire, but he managed to piece together what she said. "I'm under my bed! Help me!"
The boots were running now, scurrying over the floor in their haste to the bed. Avatar Korra dropped to her knees and peered into his hiding place, eyes flooding with relief over having found him.
"Hakan, I need you to come out so I can get you out of the building."
Instantly, his fear returned. "I don't want to come out. It's too hot out there." he whimpered.
"Hakan, you have to come out. It's the only way I can save you from being burned alive."
He reeled back in horror, pressing against the wall with as much force as he could muster, his active mind playing through a scene of him being caught in the flames, unable to get out. He clutched his stuffed bear tighter to his chest, in an effort to dispel the disturbing image.
"Okay, bad choice of words." Avatar Korra muttered. "But kid, seriously, you have to come out. I can save you, but only if you let me."
"But I'm scared. I'm scared of fire."
Her eyes softened, understanding taking place of urgency. "It's okay to be scared, buddy. Everyone's scared of something. But you have to be brave enough to face your fears. And you can't do that if you're stuck under your bed."
"But I don't want to face the fire. What if it hurts me, or burns me alive, like you said?"
She groaned, regretting her lack of tact. "I'm sorry I said that. I promise you won't be burned alive if you come out. I'll protect you."
He was quiet, thinking. Suddenly, the fire roared, having gotten through the doorway, and was now proceeding to devour his dresser. Avatar Korra stood, grim determination written on her face. She stretched her arms out, and bent the fire to her will, pulling it down until it was almost out. As she did, the floor suddenly lurched, throwing her off balance and onto her back. One of the bed posts cracked, trapping Hakan. He cried out, spurring Korra to her feet, her hands grasping the bed frame, lifting it up as far as she could.
"Hakan, you have to come out! I can't hold it forever!"
The boy hesitated, staring at the fire. The building shifted again, and Korra grunted as she struggled to maintain her footing and keep the bed from crushing Hakan.
"Buddy, c'mon! You have to crawl out! Please!"
He put one hand forward, and then a knee, then another hand, and a knee. Over and over, he repeated that process, until he was out from under the bed. With a sigh, Avatar Korra dropped the bed frame, causing the floor to crack. She grabbed Hakan and sprinted to the window, using that momentum to propel them out the window, and into the fresh, smoke-free air. She airbent them softly to the ground, and they were bombarded with healers and firefighters and police officers, all of them talking their heads off, making sure the both of them were okay.
Korra, still clutching Hakan to her chest, proceeded to make a path through the chaos, searching for the woman who had frantically begged for her help, claiming that she was the boy's mother. The crowd seemed endless, especially for the exhausted Avatar and her precious cargo. Finally, finally, Korra spotted the woman, crying on what she supposed was her husband's shoulder. The girl slowly made her way up to them, tapping the woman on her shoulder. The lady jerked her head from her husband's chest, eyes widening in disbelief and joy.
"Ma'am, I believe this is yours." Korra rasped, lowering the eight-year-old into his mother's arms, watching as Hakan finally broke down, having been brave for too long. She observed the family, reuniting, as if they were surrounded in their own little bubble, oblivious to the outside world. She turned to go, but a hand in her arm stopped her. She looked back, and saw the man was watching her.
"Thank you, Avatar Korra."
She smiled. "All in a day's work." Korra said simply, glancing at Hakan one last time. He to, was watching her. "You should be proud of your son. He was very brave in there."
She started to walk away, until she heard a small voice.
"Thank you, Miss Avatar."
"No problem kid."
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Wow, my first chapter. I know it's a little short, and I was planning on making it longer, but I decided to leave it as it is. Read and review please! And tell your friends! : )
P.S. By the way, the name "Hakan" is Native-American and means "fire". Just thought I'd throw that in there. ; )
P.P.S. I don't know when I'll be able to get the next chapter up. We are currently in the middle of moving, so I may not have as much time to sit down and write as I do now. But I am very motivated to get this story out of my head and onto paper. (Or, a computer screen) I make you an Avatar promise that I will do my best to get the next chapter up as quickly as possible. I don't want to turn into one of those writers that makes their readers wait for forever for the next chapter. Or just doesn't finish the story at all. Hate those kinds of people. (No offense) Again, thanks for reading! Love you all!
kataang1-makorra2-otp out!