He Vanished From Earth

"Hello?"

He squinted his eyes, vision going fuzzy at the lack of light in the stuffy room. The shadow moved from one wall to the next, and Aang tried to look harder, to find the person who had been keeping him here for months. His stomach growled, and he frowned. It begged for food he didn't have to give; who ever it was that kept him here fed him little to nothing, and most of the time he was barely standing. He looked to his arms, and down near his wrists there were heavy shackles clamped tightly around him, and the other half was bolted into the walls. Aang looked back in front of him, and the shadow neared, ghosting close to the flame over the air bender.

"What do you want from me?" Aang asked, although he had a pretty good idea of who this person was, and exactly what he intended to do. The room was filled with a sinister chuckle, and the figure bowed low in front of the monk's face. Golden eyes flashed evil, much like Azula's did. Hair as black as the night; a face that wasn't quite a monster, but didn't register as human either.

"I want you to suffer. The trouble you have caused me, this nation. You deserve to die slowly, along with the rest of your kind."

At this, Aang bawled his hands into fists, pulling furiously at the shackles that kept him put. He could feel his skin burn, the skin covered by the shackles turning raw. He put up a good struggle, but it was useless. He started yelling, screaming at the man who wanted nothing to do with good. A guard opened the door slowly, peeking his head in to look at the struggling avatar. The man looked to Phoenix King Ozai and back to Aang. Ozai smiled back at the monk, giving him no sort of comfort and walked to the door, long red robes dragging on the floor.

"Your majesty, people have found out about the avatars whereabouts. The water tribe girl, she knows. I think they're going to try and locate him."

Aang stopped his fight, and stood still on the cold metal floor, watching and listening. Ozai turned his head back to look at him slowly, and smiled once more before returning his focus to the guard.

"Kill the water tribe peasant. Keep it under control," Ozai demanded, and the guard nodded. Aang watched, eyes brimming with tears. It was all his fault. If he had just beaten Ozai, he could have stopped all of this. But maybe Ozai was right, maybe he was weak. Just like the rest of your people.

Aang bowed his head, letting the tears fall to the metal floor. "It's all my fault. I'm so sorry, Katara." Ozai looked back at him once more before he ushered the guard out.

"Enjoy your stay," Ozai said coolly, turning from Aang and walking out of the prisoner's room, taking the door with him. Aang waited and listened for the door to shut completely, and the sudden lock blew the flame from overhead out. He stood in total darkness, crying for the fate of all of his friends.

"Rina!" Katara yelled, dropping what she was doing to run to her friend. Rina sat up with shaky arms, and Katara helped the girl to her feet. She looked to the guard who had pushed Rina to the ground, face turning up in anger.

"Get away from her!" Katara yelled, standing up and walking furiously to the guard. He looked confused, as if it was completely out of the ordinary for anyone to stand up to him. And maybe it was, but Katara was no regular prisoner. She bawled her hands up, keeping them at her sides to restrain her anger.

"Katara, don't," Rina said softly, taking hold of her upper arm and pulling her back. She didn't want to start things; the guard had his right to do what he wished. They were prisoners of war, nothing anymore than just that. Katara looked back at her friend, raising her eyebrows. She frowned and shook her head; and they went on silently communicating for a few more moments before the guard spoke up.

"No, I want to know what she's going to do about it," he said, laughing as a few other guards joined in. they all crossed their arms, looking to each other before chuckling, because obviously this girl didn't know what she was getting into.

"I'll show you," Katara said, shaking Rina's grip from her arm. Rina reached out to grab her again but Katara trudged forward, eyebrows almost knitted together. She was more than angry; she was completely fed up. Katara acted on self-defense, and sure, they took her element away. Everyone else, they were powerless now. But Katara didn't need water. She was being fueled on anger, and Rina could hardly recognize her friend anymore. She was completely different, like a switch had been flicked and she turned into someone different.

Katara stomped forward, facing the guard. She held her hands at her sides, her fingertips twitching. Congratulations, Katara, you're a blood bender. Her eyes clouded over, and she brought her arm out in front of her, and the guard stood in a stance to fire bend.

"You have no water, you can't bend," the guard said, smiling devilishly. He summoned a flame in his palm, and he let it grow only a small amount.

Katara squinted her eyes, wrinkling her nose in disgust. She glared at him, and flicked her eyes to the other prisoners who were swarming around them. "I don't need it," she hissed, and that's when she folded her wrist downward, curling her fingers into her palm.

"Break it up, now!" a guard yelled, and just like that Katara stopped what she was about to do. She blinked and looked to the guard; someone much younger than the others. He looked to be about 16, maybe a little older. He, unlike the others, wasn't wearing a helmet. He had jet black hair that was cut cleanly, that was choppy a stuck out. She let her hands fall to her sides, and she blinked several times in disbelief. She was about to blood bend?
"Send her to isolation," the older guard commanded, and the younger boy started to protest. "Now!" he yelled and the boy sighed, shaking his head. He moved over to Katara and grabbed her arms, pushing them behind her back. Rina watched as she was led away, into the tunnels. When they were alone, Katara stopped in her tracks and shoved him back.

"Don't touch me!" she yelled, pushing him back to the wall. He hit it with a thud, and she stood with crossed arms, frowning at him.

"Sorry, I'm just following orders," he said and she rolled her eyes. He let her walk beside him until they neared the back of the prison. No one had been sent to isolation since the very beginning of the prison being built. One person had been sent here for a month, and then no one saw him again. Rina said he had been sent to another prison, but Katara felt like he had been killed right afterwards.

"You only have to stay for a few days, probably less. There wasn't a violation," he said but Katara didn't listen much. She was just looking out for her friend, nothing more. "I think it was good, what you did back there. Someone needs to stop them."

"You're not with the Fire Nation?" Katara asked, and he shook his head, pulling back the large metal door. Katara walked in, standing in the middle of the room. Her figure was ghosted over in shadows, and it made her look eerie.

"I never have been. Like I said, I'm just following orders," he said, and Katara watched his light brown eyes shine. He smiled at her, and looked down. "I'm sorry that you're here."

"I'm only here because I'm a prisoner of war. I was only trying to help people," Katara said and he nodded, going over and pushing the door back in place. katara watched him through the slit in the door as he looked back at her for only a moment.

"I'll be back later, with your food," he said, pausing. The area grew increasingly silent and he turned to go.

"Thank you," Katara said, filling the silence and smiling for the first time in a long while. He nodded and turned away. She walked up to the door and watched him walk away down the hall, shoes tapping on the metal floor all the way.

Ok theres chapter 2! Setting up some characters yayayayayay. Anyways, wanted to update since its been a while. Tell me your thoughts please? Thanks for reading, and I'll be back soon with another chapter! Happy holidays since it is the season for it. Peace out