A/N: Very short chapter this time...*shrug* Next one will be longer.^^ (and from Azula's POV....more or less)
Chapter 2: Captured in Darkness
Katara groaned and slowly tried to open her eyes. Blinking confusedly, she sat up.
Where was she? Everything was dark and her head hurt terribly. The ground was cold and hard, so she guessed it was stone.
Slowly her eyes got used to the dark and she could see a little clearer. Not that it helped.
She tried to stand up, but found that she was bound to some sort of post embedded into the ground.
By now Katara could pretty much guess that she had to be in a dungeon. However, her memory was still a little fuzzy, so she tried hard to remember what had happened.
Her village had been attacked...by...the Fire Nation.
Now everything came flooding back and she slumped against the wall to her left, shaking.
They had captured her people....and probably destroyed the village completly.
And Sokka...was he dead?
Choking back sobs, she berated herself for such thoughts. He couldn't be dead. It just wasn't possible.
Staring at the ground, she wondered what had happened to the other villagers. Did they kill them?
Probably not. If they had wanted to, they could have done so without capturing them first.
Her brooding was interrupted by a loud clanking noise.
Then a door she hadn't noticed before opened and light was pouring into her cell. Katara quickly shut her eyes to avoid looking directly into it. But even so her eyes hurt from the brightness.
She could hear steps and then she felt the tip of a boot poke into her side.
„Get up, you scum!" a gruff voice snarled.
Opening her eyes a little bit, she was relieved to notice that the light didn't seem so bright anymore.
She squinted into the face of the man before her. An ugly scar ran from his left eyebrow to his chin, he looked like he hadn't bathed in years and the hate in his eyes made her flinch.
„Your lunch."
He threw something at her and it bounced off her chest and fell to the floor. Realising how hungry she was, she reached for the piece of bread slowly, careful not to let him out of her sight.
Just as she was about to grab it, the soldier lifted his leg and violently stomped on her hand with his heavy boot.
Katara let out a small cry at the pain and tried to retrieve her hand but he only put more pressure on it.
„Water Tribe scum like you doesn't deserve goo food like that." he snorted.
With his other foot, the one that was not busy bruising her hand, he started grinding the food into the dirty stone floor.
He laughed loudly.
„Now that seems more appropriate, don't you think?"
Still snickering, the soldier turned around and headed for the open door.
Katara cradled her bruised and slightly swollen hand as the door shut with a loud clank.
She glared at the closed door, fighting to keep her tears at bay.
Now that the room was engulfed in seemingly impenetrable darkness once more, her brain was inevitably starting to think...which was not a good thing right now.
It was all her fault. She should have told her people to run and hide or at least to fight and get as much of them as possible to safety.
Instead she had trusted that...woman...to keep her word. How could she have been so foolish? Her brother had always told her that she was too trustful and naive for her own good.
Now she knew that he had been right all along.
A/N: Did I already mention that it's fun to let Katara suffer a little bit? (Don't worry, it'll get better....just not in the next few chapters XD ) Also, I noticed it's pretty boring to write a chapter without Azula in it. So, a little more interaction between Azula and Katara in the next one.^^
