Hi everyone! Yes, an update! Sorry for being gone for so long, I was grounded for my grades on my report card… yeah long story. But I won't talk long because I missed writing so, let's cut to the chase.

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"Jet this is madness!" Aang blurted out, his words entwined with slivers of fear.

His soon to be murderer stood before him, gun in hand. His death-glazed eyes had traces of amusement buried deep with them and that sight mad Aang gulp down mass quantities of fear. Aang's own eyes started to water and burn; the smoky hall was beginning to take its toll on his body. If he didn't get out of there soon, the gas would kill him and Katara.

The thought hung in his mind, outweighing the adrenalin that would have him bolting for safety. Katara… she was stuck in a situation that would have never happened if he did his job. Now, she was going to be killed and his soul would never rest if he was the person responsible for it. But then again, she was his sworn enemy and she deserved to be dead. Hadoka killed his family; it was only fair that Aang took the life of his only daughter.

Did he really want to think that way, though? His recent cynical actions were long gone… maybe he could start all over and quit the Midnight Phoenixes. Then again, he would never avenge the death of his dear parents and that was his life goal. Now the real issue was to either kill a girl who had dug into his heart, or continue with his killing streak.

"Madness? You have the decency to say what I'm about to do is madness?" Jet asked laughing at the same time.

The echoing sound warped around Aang's figure leaving him to shudder violently. A soft whimper emitted from Katara and his heart squeezed. How were they supposed to get out of there?

"Listen, Aang," Jet said lowly while placing the nozzle of the gun to Aang's throbbing temple. His body leaned in almost as if he were to steal a kiss from Aang's trembling lips. "I have been waiting for this moment ever since you first joined the Midnight Phoenixes. I knew you were going to be a problem, and now I can fulfill my desire to get rid of you."

Jet's eyes traveled to Katara when she let out a sinister dry cough. With the gun still resting on Aang's head, Jet used his free hand to tightly grip Katara's chin.

"Such a shame, y'know? That a cute little brat has to die along with you." Jet met Aang's gaze again. "But it was gonna end this way soon anyway, huh?"

That terrible laugh of his ricocheted off of the walls again and Katara's arms wrapped tighter around Aang's neck. He had to think fast or else Jet would pull the trigger and it would all be over. His grey eyes darted around the room frantically, looking for an escape or something, anything! But all he could see was silhouettes of doors, tables and paintings. Other than the latter, the room was too fogged.

"Enough games, lets get this over with," Jet spoke coldly. His laughter turned into ice and the glare he gave Aang left him shivering.

Aang shut his eyes and heard Katara inhale a large amount of air, as if she was preparing to scream until her lungs burst. If Aang could have any wish right now, it would be that he wouldn't have to hear her cry of agony, sorrow… anger. Dying while listening to that heart shattering wail would leave Aang traveling the Otherworld as a restless ghost, continuously haunted by that sound and his past.

But the next few, little seconds were filled with too many events at once. Before Aang knew it, Jet was sprawled on the floor. His gun skittered across the floor and another loud sound originated from somewhere. Katara immideately squirmed herself out of Aang's hold and she was standing next to him.

Her icy eyes locked onto his and Aang didn't know what to say. What the hell had just happened?

Almost at once Aang understood when he saw Katara massaging her hand.

"Katara… how…?"

As soon as Jet let out a loud groan, both teens flinched.

"We have to go, now!" Katara grabbed Aang's hand and they took off. Right now, Aang ignored the electricity that raced from his occupied hand to his heart.

This could be the last time he could ever feel such a lovely sensation.

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Katara didn't know how she had done it, but somehow she managed to know Jet out long enough for them to escape. She was proud of herself to some degree, but her heroic act crumbled back into fear and panic. Where were the supposed to go now? Was Jet after them already? Would she live to see another day?

"Katara… Katara? Katara!" Aang's voice cut through her rambling mind.

Katara blinked out of her thoughts and met Aang's worried gaze. They had run down a few flights of stairs and the smell of burning wood met their senses. The heart of the fire must have been close, and Katara had a feeling that the smoke wasn't the cause of her tears.

It was embarrassing to cry in front of Aang again, but she couldn't contain her feelings anymore. She was petrified; never had she faced such a deathly situation as this. Facts racked her head like bullets. Hadoka was right; she wasn't ready to take on missions like this! She was worthless; she was indeed a waste of space. Why couldn't she be as brave as her mother or Suki even? Why was she such a damn punk!

Aang pulled her into his embrace and Katara began to cry even harder. The hug that was meant to comfort her made everything worse. Look at her, hugging the boy who was the most notorious killer in all of FBI history. How pathetic. How ridiculous. How-

"Katara, I know what you're thinking but we're gonna get out of this, I promise," Aang said while stroking her hair.

He lifted her chin and his eyes poured into hers.

She reluctantly wiped her tears away and took a deep, soothing breath. She was going to get through this, no matter how many times she wept. Katara set herself to be strong and brave just like Kya once was.

"C'mon, Aang we better find the last flight of stairs," Katara said.

She hesitated before setting out to grab his hand again. The last few times their limbs touched, waves of bliss and electricity soared throughout her veins. Even if she decided to be handless, Aang slipped his hand into hers anyway. The sensation arrived almost instantly and it took Katara by surprise.

Their feet shuffled across the floor carefully, not wanting to step on any shattered glass or debris. It was hard to tell where they were going, but after a few minutes of traveling, they came across another door leading to the lobby. Katara almost sighed with relief, but when Aang pushed the door open flames reflected off of their fear-struck expressions. Up a few flight of stairs, there were hungry flickers of fire, coming down the spiral staircase quickly.

Heat threw itself onto Katara's body and suddenly she felt very faint and sweaty. Looking down at the last floor, she saw what seemed to be another door. If they could just hang on a little longer they'd be free of that hell hole. Her hand tightened around Aang's and she pulled him down the once white steps. Soot and ashes made their footing slippery; Aang almost tumbled down the remaining steps.

At the bottom, Katara's eyes did not deceive her. There was in fact a door, but when she reached out to push it open, she was tackled down to the hard floor. Aang gasped loudly but with inhuman speed, a gun was pointed to his face and a knife grazed along Katara's neckline.

Jet sat on top of her stomach and his eyes were filled with rage. His breathing was ragged and his brown hair was disheveled over his blackened face.

"Make one move, either of you and I'll kill you fucking both!" Jet snarled.

Katara's eyes widened when the sharp blade came closer to her throat. Aang stared at her, and then the gun then his eyes fell to the floor. This was a situation that wasn't going to be eluded. It was the end. Jet was finally going to get his wish by taking two lives. She began to sob again and Jet let out another crazed laugh.

"Katara… I'm so sorry…" she heard Aang mutter.

But before she could even reply, he tackled Jet to the ground. Katara scrambled to get up, but it was too late for Aang. Jet was over him trying so hard to slice his neck, but Aang was able to restrain him long enough to shout,

"Just go, Katara!"

She looked at the door, her freedom before her… but then she couldn't help but to look at Aang's struggling figure again. Jet's words echoed through the hall saying, "I'm gonna kill you, I swear I will!"

"Aang, no!" Katara pleaded.

"I said go!"

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Once outside of the ablaze bank, Katara was greeted by policemen, firemen and other bystanders. The air was so fresh and it filled her lungs like a soothing drink. She almost collapsed but two strong hands held her up. Her weak eyes met identical ice ones and she almost fainted.

"Katara, oh God are you okay?" Sokka shouted as he helped her to his car.

She was so out of it; where was she? Sokka pushed Katara into the car and sirens and people screamed all around her. Why wouldn't everyone stop? They were hurting her head… the constant yelling, beeping, wailing… Her eyes snapped open and she frantically tried to get out of the car.

Aang! Where was he? Did he make it out alive?

"Sokka I have to get out!" Katara cried as she restlessly tried to pull open the car door. "What the hell are you doing? We have to go back!"

"Katara…" Suki said soothingly from the passenger seat. "Everything's okay, you're safe now."

Katara pulled her hair out of frustration. What was she going to do? She couldn't possibly tell them that a MP was inside, probably dying. Katara watched the scenery blur by as the car zoomed down the highway.

"Aang, please… you promised that everything would be okay. I hope you meant that you would be too…"

Ha-ha! Wonderful chapter, but I'm going to go eat now, so cya lates and review please!