Bad girls, bad girls, whattcha gonna do, whattcha gonna do when they come for you!

Kill 'em.. Um yeah I'm hyper. To much coffee me thinks. Oh and speaking of killing, ya'll are positively gonna love this one.


Amamara led them back into the huge seeing hall. But this time they were beside her throne instead of facing it. Sokka/ Rinna reached out and grabbed Katara's wrist, pulling her back to the group.

"Please tell me you hate it here." He pleaded hoarsly. She looked at him and cocked her eyebrow.

"Oh, I don't know it seems like heaven to me. What about you Toph?"

"Sounds good to me." Toph smiled. It was obvoius that Katara was joking, but Toph maybe not so much. Sokka felt a little bit relieved but as soon as he was feeling a little more secure the sound of the enormous doors slamming open brought himm back to the cowaring.

Amamara took her seat in her throne and watched as four rather burly women drug in a man. Well it looked like a man. There were cahins attached to his wrists and ankles and a dark mask that resembled a bag covering his head.

He looked as if he had been severly beaten then left for dead but his wounds seemed very fresh. The women literaly drug him to the center of the room and forced him to his knees leaving the mask on his face.

When Amamara spoke her voice was no longer welcoming and soft now it reaked of danger and viciousness.

"How now is there a man before me?"

"My lady. This man was caught in the southernmost gardens. He was stealing food."

"Has he a name."

"He has kept his tongue and remained silent."

"Nationality?"

"Fire Nation." Katara's eyes widened as she glanced back at her friends. All of which must have been thinking the same thing.

"How so?"

"He did attempt to fight back. He is a bender." Amamara's crooked smile was a very bad sign. Katara glanced up at the Cheiftess just knowing who it was that was under that mask.

Amamara leaned back against her throne and crossed her legs, in contemplation of something.

"The Fire Nation bears strong women, but even stronger men. His physical strength is peak do you think?"

"He is weak from near starvation, but other then that on the outside he is fine." Amamara's eyebrow perked slightly.

"His spirit?"

"I am unsure." The black haired woman said looking to her brown headed counterpart, who just shrugged in return. Amamara didn't seem to like their answers. She stood up and stared at the women.

"You fought with him yet you know nothing of his spirit! I call you my best for a reason, don't make me regret my claims!" Both of the women fell to a knee and bowed their heads.

"Forgive us." The ask in unison. Katara frowned. For a cheiftess to be so proud of the female gender she sure did treat her subordinates with disregard.

Amamara was already steamed when she sat back down. She waited until she coolded down a bit then she took a deep breath.

"Of his looks?" The black haired woman that had done most of the talking stood up.

"Well..he is..."

"Is above average..but..." The brown haired woman interupted. Amamara was grwoing quite tired of this game that they were playing.

"Just remove his mask." The women did as she instructed. As the mask was lifted off, his head fell forward his ebony hair shiing in the torch lit room. Katara covered her mouth, it was a good thing that they were behind the throne, because she recognized him right away.

"I want to see his face." The black haired woman nodded and jerked the man's head up by the hair. Golden eyes peered up that the cheiftess, one slightly warped by a disfiguring scar. Katara, hand still covering her mouth, turned to look at her brother then Aang. Sokka stepped up to her his eyes focused on Zuko.

"What do you think they are going to do to him?" He whispered. Katara just shrugged and turned around to watch. Surely they wouldn't kill him... Right?

Katara jumped as Amamara stood up with a jolt. Did she recognize Zuko? If she did he was a dead man for sure.

The Cheiftess walked with graceful strides that her long legs allowed her. She walked over to her prisoner and looked at him.

"A scar isn't genetic. You would make a good concubine." She said. She bent over and looked him in the eyes. He had a fighter's spirit, and looked as if he wouldn't be broken.

"I always like a challenge." Amamara said looking at him. She cupped her hand around his chin and stared at him.

"What do you say? I spare your life, you become our servant." Zuko just glared at her. She smiled and patted him on the cheek.

"Wake up. I know that you can talk." But without warning he spit directly in her face. She shreiked and pulled back wiping her face clean. She glared at him and with a swift motion sent him, chains and all, across the floor with a hard kick.

Aang jumped and started to say something but Sokka caught him covering his mouth tight.

"We can't blow our cover, or that will be us." He hissed.

Katara's mind was boggling. It was either they had to save him, or he was going to be killed sure as all get out.

Amamara walked back up to her throne and threw herself down with a huff. She snapped her fingers bringing out the woman that was now know as the executioner, that seemed to handle all of the punishments.

"The Hamid. My lady?"

"No."

"Then would you like the seat of wisdom?"

"No."

"The rack?"

"No..but you are getting warmer."

"Oh." The executioner grinned and went back to her chamber of torment and returned a little later with an axe that was the length of the woman's leg. Amamara stood up so as to move on to the sentencing part of the seeing which had momved on to being a trial.

"You are a ingrate. You are a worthless blemish on the soil of a prosperous land. You will not trespass on sacred land no more. You have been tried and you are found guilty. Your penalty is death." Amamara said her dark eyes brightening.

Katara couldn't just stand there and watch this man's head get cut off. Enemy or not, he was still a human. Katara's mind raced as the executioner approached Zuko. He did nothign to retailate. He hung his head. If he was going to die, so be it then, but by god he was going out with honor.

The axe rose high over the woman's head as she held it steady with both arms. A glint of sunlihgt came in through the opening in the roof and made the edge of the deadly weapon glisten.

Just as the women's arms tensed to deliver the finishing blow...

"STOP!"


HAHA gotcha! You thought someone was going to get killed. You sick little people! j/k BUT who said STOP?

Was it Katara? Did Amamara change her mind? Did Aang break his vow of silence? Or did Zuko finally fall away from his pride? Find out next time!