The adrenaline rushed through him- it was like fire in his veins, fire instead of blood, and if you cut him up he'd burn instead.

And it was fast- that's one thing he remembers. One thing after another, zero to sixty, faster than running or flying or falling, and he was standing still.

He just wanted to move. He was going to pop- and he knew it. A few more minutes like this and he would absolutely blow up, all the energy would just explode out of him.

He couldn't control it any longer- and he didn't want to. He wanted to jump and dance and scream and throw his excitement out of him. He wanted it out and all around him, burning and screaming and growing. Growing and spreading.

Everything he was experiencing, it was pure feeling. He couldn't tag it as happiness or sadness (it was too wild to be tagged) - he could only feel it. Speeding- he was speeding through the energy.

He wanted to cry. Whether for happiness or sadness he wasn't sure, but he wanted to cry, and then smile, and smile, and smile until he was spinning in circles. Most of all, he wanted to run. He wanted to feel this speed, and to run as fast as he could and jump and twist and release this energy, but at the moment he couldn't move.

It wouldn't let him.

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Well I believe the world is burning to the ground

Oh well, I guess we're gonna find out

Let's see how far we've come

Let's see how far we've come

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It wouldn't let him move- he had to keep it all inside. And for those agonizing, wonderful moments he felt the energy bubbling, growing, growing, and spreading and bubbling over.

And then he blew.

It exploded out of him- he had no control, and it was fast. And he loved it. He smiled and smiled and spun in circles, the energy following, flowing like water, only much, much faster. Much more alive.

He danced with it, he was pumped, he was so- happy, he supposed. Happy, and on edge, and no where near the safeness he usually felt with nature. This was danger. This was exciting.

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Well I believe it all is coming to an end

Oh well, I guess we're gonna pretend

Let's see how far we've come

Let's see how far we've come

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And it was perfect. Everything was perfectly perfect, because he had stopped hesitating and plunged into headfirst.

This is how it was supposed to be- how it was always destined to be.

There was fire all around him, it radiated back on him and poured out of his hands and his heart. There was so much fire, too much fire, fire like blood, but it still wasn't enough.

Aang thinks if he died right now, if the world up and ended, it would be okay. It the fire burned him and cooked him and ate him and swallowed him whole, he'd be just fine because he had bended it. He had lived it.

But then he looks to the side and sees Katara; and the fire is burning her, and it's cooking her and eating her and swallowing her hands whole, and he feels himself die inside.

Right along with the fire.

The second he sees the tears on her face it's all over, and the fire dies (along with his heart) and he jumps of the rock and onto the bank, where she is crumpled.

Aang's veins hold blood instead of fire as he watches Katara run from his touch.

And his world ends.

Note: I wish I was a Firebender.

Anywho, I have writer's block, so there's a reason this sucks. I'm just so in love with this song (Let's See How Far we've Come, by Matchbox 20) and it is like my anthem for the weekends.

Thanks for reading, I've been having a tough time lately, and I'd really like to thanks alphabeticalescape and Invaderk for helping me through some of it. You people are just too nice for your own good!

And in this title, "Headed for Hell" is a part of the song, and I mean this in no offensive terms, seeing as how I am a full-blown Christian. It just goes nicely with the story, and any other title wouldn't have the same effect.

Sweet dreams, friends. I feel blessed to know you.