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Haha imma back now ok this chapter has wee bits of violence NO ONE DIES promises. Anyways ill put a little warning thinggie so if u guys don't want to read it u don't have too and you can skip it.
Ok this is what I'll do when the bad part comes ill go like this (bad part skip to next bold) and when you get there ill sum up what happened
Buuuuuutttttt if you do want to read it yippie lets go
CHAPTER 1; PART 2
"Isn't it past curfew?" a voice from the shadows asked, making Katara jump, the hair on the back of her neck stood. The chill of the voice was not welcoming, not at all.
She ignored the stranger and kept walking, hugging her now socked hoddie.
"naha, not so fast girly. Where are you headed" a cold hand shot out of the darkness snatching Katara 's arm forcefully.
"ow!" she shrieked out at the sudden contact. "Let me go!"
"But that would just be taking all the fun out of it" the stranger stepped out of the darkness.
He was much taller than her, towering over her shacking figure. He had piercing amber eyes that felt like daggers. His hair was short and black, lose strands clung to his face. The rain dampened his whole body. He wore a black shirt, the fabric clinged to his chest. He wore baggie jeans and black vans. He looked about Sokkas age maybe, a bit older.
"Please let me go" she whimpered, her words caught in her throat.
He just smiled mischievously, pulling her into the alley he appeared from "hem… cat got you tongue?" he husked pushing her towards a wall. She stumbled falling back and catching her hoddie on a dumpster, ripping it instantly.
"Well time to take that off no need for it; its ripped"
Katara jerked away pushing her hands against solid chest, trying to push the stranger back. But he wasn't affected by her small effort to push him away.
He cackled, reaching into his pocket pulling out a small dagger. Katara froze in fear. (ok bad part is here skip to the next bold part or keep reading) her eyes glued on the sharp object in her captors hand. With one wave of his hand he jabbed the dagger into the collar of her hoddie and brought it down the length of her arm. Tearing the oversize fabric off her body.
Katara cried out in pain, the dagger piercing her skin from her elbow to her wrist. Blood began to rush out of her causing Katara to become dizzy. The stranger smirked evilly enjoying her pain, and decided to plunge the dagger into her stomach, only to remind her of the blood that was now flooding out of her body.
Her mind thinking fast to get out of her before her throat was slit and he leaves her to bleed out. Her body moved fast and she spat into the man's eyes. "ah! Why you little-" Katara, trying her best to ignore the pain in her stomach, kicked him in the groin.
His amber eyes were still hidden by his eye lids as he fell to the floor, the dagger falling as well. Katara's eyes brightened at the sudden escape and hopped over the screeching man, her hand digging in her bag searching for the smooth screen of her phone.
All in slow version of the situation, Katara's life slipped through her hands like putty when a strong hand grabbed her ankle, locking on heard as if shackles. Katara fell forward on to the concrete; her phone flew across the ground landing out of reach.
"oof!" she breathed as her bloody stomach collided with the sharp, black, wet earth.
The man towered over her laughing sharply, the horrid laugh pierced the night. "It's such a shame you were so pretty." He mocked before lifting his foot to hover over her face.
Tears refused to stop falling out of the young girls eyes; Katara fastened them shut. All of her scraps stung as the blood escaped her, the wind and constant down poor pelted her skin. This was it no more Sokka, her father, her life, this is where she would die, and she didn't know whether to be happy about it or prying for her life to go on.
The wait was taking forever she was about to pled him just to get it over with instead of making her wait, her final moments being ones of agony and complete terror.
(okiedokie this is the part people should start reading at; to sum up what happened a bad guy hurt Katara: her stomach and arm and them she has scraps all over her body…and currently she closed her eyes so she can't see what's going on hope that sums up everything)
There were noises of shoes and bodies shifting on the earth. An 'oof' echoed through the alley way but Katara didn't dare open her eyes, afraid of seeing the blade to her neck, the painful sight of rusty evil eyes.
The teenager just lay there, her body aching, her damaged form coiled into a ball, tears stained her tattered checks.
The feeling of a cold hand on her back made her shudder in fear. Katara yanked away but her body was too weak to do anything but let out a whimper in protest, scared of what the man wanted now.
"pst" her whole body twitched at the voice. It wasn't the harsh tone of her capture the voice was soothing, gentle, and concerned; The total opposite of the man trying to kill her. "Hey, are you ok?" the voice asked.
Katara's eyes fluttered open to be struck by a new face. His hand moved from the small of her back to her scraped arm. Katara fumbled backwards trying to get away from the new stranger.
"shh, no its alright. I'm here to help. What hurts." He asked moving closer to the girl.
Now in the light Katara could see what this new stranger looked like. From the down poor he to was drenched. He had pale skin and dark brown hair that was ruffled reaching just to the tips of his ears. It looked well kept, dripping from the rain. The lamp light made the little droplets on his hair glisten. He had on a dull orange shirt and a black jacket, jeans, and shoes. What really caught her eyes was his. A stormy gray color, she had never seen before.
"What's bleeding?" he asked scanning her body over questioning, noticing everything was bleeding.
Katara looked down, her once white shirt was stained with red, her jeans were ripped exposing her bloody knees, her arms where torn and then there was the long gash that hurt like crazy. Tears welled up in her eyes "where…where is he?"
"He ran off, but that's not important" he said cradling her numb arm in his hand. "What did he do to you?"
Katara was afraid, horrified, debating whether to trust him or cry for help. She looked into his eyes searching for the same wickedness that filled in the other mans. But all that filled his misty ones was concern.
"My stomach and my, um my, my a-"her mouth went dry and she couldn't hold back the outburst of blood that left her mouth. She let out a cry of pain.
"shh, it's ok don't talk" he cooed taking her discarded hoodie off the ground. He lifted her shirt slightly, only showing her stomach, and wrapped the fabric tightly around her. "You're going to be ok, I promise." He told her.
Raising to his feet he gently picked her up so her back was resting in one hand and her legs dangled in the other.
She started to cry again "where are we going?" she managed to whisper.
"It's alright" he smiled sadly "your coming home with me, so I can help you" he explained. "you'll be safe with me" he promised.
That was the last she remembered before closing her eyes. She did feel safe with him, and she would be alright, he'd make her feel better. She smiled inwardly and drifted in to a deep dreamless sleep.
MAHAHAHAHAHAHA cliff hanger once more. Lol im sorry but I like leaving you guys in suspense. Anyways tell me how I did and in the reviews guess who the guy is. It's an easy one so EVERYONE should get that right. :P kk I might update again today the only prob. With that is the rough copy is on paper and I have to copy it down. And it takes fooooorrrrreeevvvvveeeerrrr so we'll see.