She struggled as they pushed her down the hallway, "NO! I'M NOT CRAZY!" She yelled. They ignored her cries and continued to push her. Her hands were cuffed behind her so she couldn't fight them…or could she? They continued until they came to an open door way.

"Keep going," One of the men told her. She felt their hands on her back and she took the opportunity. Quickly, she jumped, her feet on both sides of the door way and ran up the wall, flipping over them. "Get her!" He shouted as she landed on her feet. Both of the men ran towards her, but she swept their legs from under them. She quickly jumped, bringing her cuffed hands under her legs and in front of her. The men started to get up and she quickly bolted the other way. From the slow walk into the place, she knew she was going to have to fight her way back out. The alarm went off above her and she silently cursed, things just got a little bit more difficult. She heard footsteps coming her way and she quickly hid in the nearest and convenient closet. These people obvious had never had someone try to escape, but today was the day that everything changed.

"Where did she go?" She heard from outside the door. Quickly looking around, she saw an air vent about her size on the top shelf. Quietly, she climbed up and pulled at the vent cover. "Shh, I think she's in here." She pulled it off finally and slid into the vent as the door opened. Holding her breath, she waited for them to leave. "Damn it! Nothing." The door shut and she took a sigh of relief and continued to crawl through the dusty vent. After a couple corners, she saw the little openings below her. There were the men that brought her here frantically looking for her. She continued further through the vents until she finally smelt fresh air. She smiled, she could smell freedom. At the end of the vent, there was another vent cover that separated her from the outside. Shifting around, she put her feet against the cover and kicked it off. Dropping down, she surveyed where she was. Unfortunately she was still in the belly of the beast. Her back was against the building behind some bushes and faced towards the giant courtyard. On the other side of the courtyard, there was the gate to her freedom. But she had to get past the guards that were now on alert, the spot lights lighting up the whole place and of course, getting past the gate itself without drawing too much attention to herself. The guards seemed to be only focused on the door, so if she stayed in the darkness of the night, she would be fine. The lights went in a clock wise rotation, making sure they covered the edges of the walls, then stopping for 10 seconds on the door and then going back into rotation. She shot out into the middle of the courtyard, making it into the middle of one of the spot light's rotation. Taking a breath, she made sure to watch the other spot light.

After the spot light hit the door, she took off again towards the gate. Once she reached the gate, she pressed her body against it as a spot light barely missed her in its sights. She started climbing the gate, using only her upper body since there were no foot holds. As she reached the top, she threw herself over the top and landed on her feet. She was free. Smiling, she took off down the road but felt a pain in her back. Stopping, she felt around on her back where the pain was coming from. It was a dart. She turned around to see one of the guards aiming his gun towards her. "I got her." The spot lights turned on her as she fell to her knees and she tried to crawl away. The gates opened and the men who originally had her came out and picked her up.

"You can't escape from the Boiling Rock," The guard said, "It has never been done and won't ever be done." They carried her back into the courtyard where a man was standing waiting for them. "Warden, we got the girl."

Her eyes started to get heavier and she fought to stay awake. She heard the Warden's laugh, sending shivers down her spine. "Such a beauty, though it doesn't seem like she has much brains." With the last energy she had, she spit in the Warden's face. His face dropped and he wiped off the saliva and slapped her. But she didn't feel it as she fell into a deep sleep.


She was awaken by a bucket of cold water. She held the urge to react to the cold water, but she only opened her eyes and raised her head to view the one who doused her. A man smiled, "You're awake. Good. I'll alert the Warden." He left the small room that she was placed in. Again, she surveyed her surroundings. She was cuffed by the feet to the metal chair, her hands behind her back again and no other exit to the room except the door. There was a double sided mirror to her right and a camcorder facing her on the other side of the room. The door opened and the Warden walked in followed by two other guards.

"Well, glad to see you're awake." He said, sitting down in the chair across from her. "So if you couldn't tell, I'm the Warden. This may be a mental institution, but that's the name I go by and I will be addressed as such. Do you understand?" She didn't answer, but he continued. "You are the first person to try to escape my institution so I'm going to tell you this now. If you try another escape, I will not hesitate to tell my men to use real bullets instead of our darts."

The door opened again and an older looking woman came into the room. She had her blonde hair up in a bun and had pale white skin. She had blue eyes that were framed by her black rimmed glasses. The woman wore a white coat over her brown shirt and black pants. She also carried a wooden clipboard and had a pencil behind her ear. "Warden, your time is up. It's time for her session."

The Warden got up, "Fine. After the session, make sure she leaves with guards and make sure she gets to her room without any trouble."

She sighed, "Yes Warden. Now will you leave?" He narrowed his eyes at her, but she remained unmoved. The Warden gave up and left the room with one of the men. She looked at the other, "Can I help you?"

"I'm making sure the patient doesn't escape," The man said.

"I can handle her," She replied, before he could say anything, she interrupted him. "If you don't leave now, I'll throw you out of here." The man quickly left and shut the door behind him. She sighed, "Thank God, I don't need those idiots breathing down my neck." Taking off her coat, she placed it on the chair where The Warden was sitting. She turned on the camcorder and pressed record. Sitting down in front of her, she took off the file that was attached and opened it up. She could see it was her file that she had. A picture they had taken of her when she was first brought here was attached. The woman took out a little case and opened it up. She took out a cigarette and took out a lighter and lit it. Smoke billowed from the small stick and from her mouth as she exhaled. "Would you like one?" She offered. She didn't answer, but just continued staring at the woman. Laughing, she put away her case and lighter, "No one ever takes it. I've always wondered why. Some think I poison it, even thought I smoke from the same case." The woman looked over the case file, "Anyways, down to business." She cleared her throat. "Dr. Pamela Wilson, Patient Number 4004, Interview Number 1. The patient is also known as Katara Aqua. She was admitted by her step mother for violent fits of rage, self mutilation and is assumed a danger to herself and others. Patient is also fresh off her escape attempt and is the first person to try, let alone get past the gate. Katara, how are you feeling?"

"I'm not crazy," Katara told her.

Pamela smiled, "That's up for me to determine dear. Can you tell me about yourself?"

"I'm not telling you anything. I don't belong here," Katara said.

"We're just going to talk, if I think you don't belong here, then I make sure you leave here as soon as possible, but if you don't talk to me, then I can't do that," Pamela explained. Katara sat in silence, not ready to let her guard down for a second. Pamela frowned, "Katara, I'm just trying to do my job here."

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

Her brow furrowed, "No, why do you ask?"

"I'm smarter than you think I am. I saw on my folder that it's already been determined that I need to stay here since you think I'm crazy. My Step Mom put me in here because she didn't like that I stood up against her and she wants my father's money all to herself."

"Your Step Mother?"

"You know, the money hungry bitch that brought me here and is probably behind that double sided mirror. She also looks nothing like me," Katara said.

Pamela wrote down a couple notes, "Okay, what about your father and your real mother?"

"My real mother passed away when I was five…I don't remember much," For the first time Katara's tone wasn't as angry as she was, "But my father is too busy spending money on his new wife that he wouldn't give a flying fuck about me or my brother…"

"I'm sorry to hear that Katara," The brown haired girl would tell she really meant it, but she still wasn't letting her guard down. "Now, tell me about your brother…Sokka?" She nodded. "According to our records, he is also a patient here. For the first week he was under 24/7 suicide watch and then has slowly been put in with the other patients."

It pained Katara to think about her brother. He was the first victim of her step mother. In their father's will, they were named the first people to get the inheritance. She had a problem with it, so she had written face suicide letters and plans to shoot up their school, placed it in his room and the rest was history. Instead of proving that he was set up, their step mom had told the lawyer to have him plead not guilty due to insanity. They took him without a second thought. She remembered visiting him here. He was no longer her older brother, he was broken. Sokka hadn't slept in days and they gave him medication that made him near catatonic. She knew she had to get her brother out of here…but now she was stuck in here with him. "I love my brother…" Katara finally answered, "I would do anything for him…but he's not crazy…and neither am I."

Pamela took a drag of her cigarette and wrote some more notes, "Again, I must check. Tell me about your self-mutilation."

"I don't cut myself," Katara told her, "If I did, I would make it a lot worse than what you people found. My step mother drugged me and put those cuts on my arms. I told the police to check me for drugs, but they didn't…but of course now it's too late to check…"

"Why do you say that?"

She sighed, "You really don't understand how smart I am do you? With that drug that's now in my system from the dart you hit me with, they're just going to think that's what is in my system is the dart. So I no longer have any proof against my step mother…so I would like to thank you for condemning possibly the next genius in an insane asylum."

Pamela flipped a page in the folder, "I'm sorry to hear you feel that way Katara. Tell me about your fighting and physical background. I could only assume you have some if you could escape in the first two minutes you were here."

"It was simple," Katara told her. "I only have done gymnastics and learned fighting by myself. It's hard to live in this town and not know how to fight. Plus, I just escaped through a window in the nearest office," She lied. "Doesn't take a rocket scientist to break out of this place."

"If you think it's so easy then why do you think no one else has tried to break out of here before?" Pamela asked, in a curious tone.

Katara leaned towards the table, "Isn't it your job to figure stuff like that out?"

"Katara, please, I'm only trying to help you," Pamela said, she put out her cigarette in the ashtray.

She sat back, "Yeah, whatever." Pamela got up and turned off the camcorder. She walked over to the window and gave it a few knocks. The mirror turned to a window and Katara could see her father and step mother, along with a couple of guards. She nodded for them to leave and the guards escorted them out.

"Katara, I'm going to make a deal with you," She said in a hushed tone. "I don't believe you are actually mentally unstable. But with the mandatory 72 hours you have to stay here and with the Warden already saying that we have to keep you here, I'm going to make sure you stay safe in here…until you are signed out…or you escape again."

Katara's eyes narrowed, "How can I believe you?"

"I got in this field to help people, not hurt them. Unfortunately there are many people in here that don't belong in here…especially your brother." Pamela told her. "Can I trust you to trust me?"

She stared at her a little bit, checking to see any break in demeanor, but there wasn't any. "Okay." Pamela unlocked her feet and helped her get up.

"I'm sorry, but I have to keep you in these for obvious security reasons," She told her. Pamela kept her hand on Katara's shoulder as they left the room. Katara's father and step mother were outside waiting for them. "Mr. and Mrs. Aqua, we will take great care of your daughter as we are your son. We'll be sure to cure here of her problems, including the paranoia." Katara kept quiet, knowing she's only saying that for her parents.

Hakoda smiled, "Thank you so much Dr. Wilson." He came up towards his daughter, "I'm sorry honey, but this is the safest choice for you right now."

Her step mother leaned down, placing her hand on Katara's other shoulder, "I hope you get better Katara, hopefully when you get out, you and I can have a better relationship."

"Get your hand off me," Katara spat, she was taken back a bit. "Don't ever touch me again."

"Katara, be nice to your mother," Hakoda sternly told her.

"Don't EVER call her my mother ever again," Katara growled, "Mom is turning over in her grave right now. You're as dead to me as she is. Don't come visit me or Sokka…have a nice life Hakoda." Katara and Pamela walked past them, the guards following.

Pamela turned around, "I can handle the patient."

"We're just following orders," One of the guards told her.

"I don't care, she's my patient and if you follow her, it's only going to make her condition of paranoia worse, then I will have a talk with the Warden and make sure you're all fired," Pamela told him. The guards backed off and the girls continued down the hallway.

As soon as they got far enough, Katara smirked a little, "You really know how to throw your weight around here don't you?"

"You have to when no one takes you seriously," Pamela responded.

"So why does the man insist on going by the name 'The Warden'?" Katara asked as they went through a couple security checkpoints. She made sure to pay attention to how everything worked so when she escaped, she knew what to do.

"'The Warden' use to run a prison, never had anyone escape. He was so good that he even put his life on the line to make sure no one escaped. Realizing he wouldn't stand a chance against a bunch of prisoners again, he retired and got offered a job running this place, even though it's possibly the most under-funded asylum, it hasn't had one person escape and a majority of the people that come in here are fixed." Pamela told her, she continued to flash her badge at the guards at each stop. They reached a set of double doors in front of them and a set of stairs to their right. "Up the stairs and back towards the front of the asylum are where my office and many others are. That's where we will have our sessions. Behind those double doors is the area where you will be staying. At the top of the building is where we keep the untreatable people. The ones who have completely lost their sanity and it goes down in descending order of mental unstableness. You will be staying on the second floor, where your brother is staying and many other people your age. Of course you should know about the first floor, the visiting area where the visitor's entrance is down the hall and to the right." Katara knew that the visitor's entrance was no good, too much security for her to escape. Pamela went to the keypad and punched in a number, Katara memorized the pass code she put in and the door buzzed. She opened the door and let Katara go in first. Pamela gave a smile to the guards standing at their post. "New patient needs a set of clothes, pillow and a blanket." Pamela told them.

"Pillow and Blanket have been sent to room 235," The guard told her, handing her a pair of what looked like a pair of red scrubs and slippers. "Have the patient step behind the curtain and change." The guard said almost robotically, she knew that he had probably repeated that line many times. Pamela lead Katara behind a curtain, uncuffed her and handed her stuff. Katara expected Pamela to leave, but she still stood there.

"Um…can I get some privacy?" Katara asked.

Pamela shook her head, "I'm sorry, but after the escape attempt, we're told to keep a strict eye on you."

"Wait," The guard from earlier said, "She's the one that tried to escape?" Pamela nodded, "Man, John is going to be pissed that he didn't want to work his shift here." Katara hesitantly stripped off her damp clothing. She kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her pants. They fell down her long brown legs, revealing her blue panties. Katara pulled off her shirt and tossed it to the side with her pants. She adjusted her blue bra strap before reaching down and pulled of her socks, she remembered she had painted her toe nails earlier that day. Katara knew she was really going to miss her regular life.

Katara reached for the clothes but Pamela shook her head, "I'm sorry…the underwear has to go too."

She sighed, first she was losing her freedom and now she had to fully undress in front of her 'doctor'. Katara knew she had to get it over with, she quickly undid the bra and let it fall off of her. She covered up her breasts with one arm and used the other to take off her underwear. Katara crossed her legs a little, even though it didn't help to cover herself. Pamela handed the clothes to her and Katara turned around and put them on as fast as possible. The top was a pulled over and the pants had a drawstring in the front. Katara pulled it, tightening it around her waist. She slipped on the slippers and grabbed the pile of clothes. Pamela got a bag from one of the guards and put her clothes in them. She pulled out a permanent maker and wrote Katara's name and number on there before handing it back to the guard. "I feel like a fucking idiot."

"Welcome to the club." The guard said, "The name's Chan, I will be looking after your level in a couple weeks."

Katara looked at his hand then back to Chan, "It's okay Chan, she's not much of a social person yet."

He frowned, but pulled out a piece of paper, "Hey, will you sign this?" Katara looked at it and saw it was her picture that was also on her file, but enlarged. It read: 'PATIENT #4004 A.K.A KATARA AQUA. She is highly dangerous and must be handled with caution.' "I got it from one of the guys up front, they were ready to start posting these if you weren't caught. I would be honored if would sign it, the first person to come so close to breaking The Warden's streak…and you're a girl, that should put all the men here to shame."

Katara usually didn't like sexist comments, but she had to admit, she did what no other person, let alone a man, could do. She took the pen in his hand and signed below the picture, "There you go."

Chan smiled when he read the signature, "'To my favorite Guard, Katara Aqua.' This is awesome! Everyone will be so jealous. I know this isn't the best time, but thanks, I'll make sure you get extra TV time during free time."

"Thanks?" Katara said awkwardly.

Pamela put her hand on Katara's shoulder, "You can talk with her later, but now I need to get her to her room." She lead Katara out and continued down the hall. "Chan is one of the nicer guards, but sometimes he can be a little…idiotic. Anyways, since it's about," Pamela checked her watch, "7, you have until 9 for free time. Then you are in your rooms until morning. Then group therapy after breakfast, then lunch, one on one sessions, when you are not having your session, you have free time until dinner, then after that, it's free time for everyone until 9. That's how things usually work around here." Katara nodded, they went up the stairs. "Now, since you are on the lowest floor, it's going to be minimum security. There are more Doctors than guards. There will be more guards in your first week since you have tried to escape." They reached the second floor and again, Pamela typed in the key code. She opened the door for Katara again and they walked through. A couple of nurses looked up from their station as they came through. "Got a new patient for you," Pamela told them. "I'm going to show her around then get her settled in." They nodded and went back to their work. Pamela walked down the hallway to the right of the nurse's station, followed closely by Katara. Passing by a couple rooms, Katara could see that every room was pretty big, had a bathroom, two twin beds lined up on the right wall and a window with bars on the outside of them. It may not have been a prison…but The Warden made sure it felt that way. She stopped in front of a room to their right. Pamela knocked, "Yue, we have a new roommate for you."

Katara looked into the room. She saw the girl on the other side of the room, painting on a canvas. She had on a red knitted cap on her head and some of her white hair poked out. She turned to the see them and Katara noticed she had blue eyes just like her. Yue turned back to her painting and dipped her brush in some dark blue and continued painting. "Nice to meet you roomie," Yue said, not turning again from her painting.

"Yue, don't you want to meet your new roommate?" Pamela asked, "She's the one who nearly escaped the asylum." Her paintbrush dropped.

Yue turned back around, "You're the one who almost escaped?" Katara nodded. She got up and measured her up. "Hmmm, we may get along then. Are you clean?"

"Yes?"

"Good, I'm Yue Luna."

Katara raised an eyebrow, "Luna? My Mom's maiden name was Luna…"

Pamela smiled and came between them, "That's why you were placed here Katara…Yue is your and Sokka's cousin."

"You're Sokka's sister?" Yue hugged her cousin, "I thought I would never meet another person in our family that isn't a horrible person."

For the first time since she had arrived, Katara smiled, finally meeting her cousin from the mysterious side of her mother's family. "It's great to finally meet you Yue…I wish it was in better circumstances."

"Well, I'm going to show her around the floor, we'll be back soon," Pamela told her.

Yue nodded, a new found smile on her face and moved her already painted on canvas, starting a new painting. They walked further down the hallway. "Why is my cousin in here too?"

"She had a nervous breakdown, she shaved her head and wouldn't talk…until your brother got here. She was interested in your brother, something drew her to him, then we found out they were actually related and she opened up to him. Once he got her talking, I was able to get her to talk even more. I found out that the only way we can keep her calm is to paint…mostly in the moon light. It's like she comes alive. Unfortunately, your cousin is a good example of someone who belongs here." Pamela told her.

"So my brother is actually himself?"

She nodded, "He was on medication before his violent outbursts, but now he's calm." They stopped in a big room. "This is the common area, there's a TV, radio, games, things like that. Your brother is over there." Katara looked at where she pointed and she saw her brother. He was sitting by a raven haired girl and another boy. "I'll let you reunite with your brother and I'll see you tomorrow for group."

Katara watched as Pamela left the room. She turned back towards her brother and walked over to them. "Sokka…" She lightly said. Her brother looked up and his face dropped.

"Katara…" He got up and rushed to his sister. Sokka picked her up and hugged her. "What are you doing in here?"

She held onto her brother like they would be ripped apart again at any second. "Why do you think I'm here? She got me too."

Sokka put her down, but didn't let go her, "I can't believe I wasn't there to protect you from her. I'm sorry Katara."

"It's okay Sokka, at least we have family in here," Katara said, "Plus…we're going to get out of here."

"You're the one who almost broke out aren't you?" Katara nodded, "You are a strong girl sis. But I don't think we can escape. Our step mom won't even let me out and I've already been cleared to leave."

"I know a way out of here…and Pamela is going to help me get out of here." Katara assured him.

"As in Dr. Pamela Wilson?"

"Yeah."

"Oh good, there is another Pamela here…you don't want to get mixed up with. She throws her poo…" Katara laughed at her brother's joke, she really missed this side of her brother.

She hugged him again, "I'm so glad I have the real you back…"

"And if you still want to be the real you, don't take the red and blue pills they give you. It mellows you out way too much." Sokka warned her. "Oh and there is someone I want you to meet." He took his sister's hand, dragging her over where he was sitting. "Katara, this is my girlfriend, Toph." He gestured towards the raven haired girl. She had milky green eyes and her hair curled under her jaw line. Sokka took Toph's hand, "Toph, this is my sister, Katara." He brought Katara's hand to Toph's and she shook it a little.

"Nice to meet you Katara, your brother has told me a lot about you," Toph said.

Katara was silent for a second, "Wait…I don't mean to be rude…but Toph, are you-"

"Blind?"

"Yeah."

"Yes, I'm blind."

"But she doesn't let it stop her from getting around here," Sokka said happily, "Also, don't tell too many people that her and I are together, it's kind of frowned upon here to have relationships."

"Okay…" She saw the other boy sitting by them. He had short black hair and silver eyes. He looked kind of young, but not too much younger than she was. "Hi, I'm Katara." The boy nervously looked at her. She found herself thinking it was cute the way he nervously sat under her gaze.

Sokka was about to say something before he spoke, "I, uh, I'm Aang." He introduced himself. Sokka and Toph's jaws dropped.

"That's amazing," Sokka said.

"What is?"

"You got him to talk…"