Chapter 13: Death in the Water
The wind howled angrily, filling the cold dark sky with its rage. A grim expression filled the guards, as they watched their prince. Some of the newer guards couldn't help but shake violently in their armor, not use to seeing Zuko's lust for blood of his enemy.
Ciara's hair danced gently in the wind, her pale green eyes never leaving the prince. A feeling of fear filled her but yet it was balanced with eagerness. When she was thief, her goal was on stealing the valuable and come out alive… But when news of the Avatar reached her ears, she was set on destroying this figure that humiliated the Fire Nation. So here she is now, watching this very figure, be slaughtered by the Prince of the Fire Nation.
The blade touched Aang's neck lightly, as Zuko paused, a greater idea springing up in his now dark mind. "Ciara, would you fetch me the two other prisoners. I believe they should be out here to enjoy this sight." Zuko turned, his amber eyes meeting Ciara before turning back to Aang.
Ciara nodded and smiled, he really does think of everything. She turned and walked down below the deck, two guards following her silently. Sokka lifted his head up, hearing the echo of footsteps. Two…no…Three…no…five! Yes, five! Sokka frowned in dismay, it was just three. He couldn't help but gawk at Ciara, for she looked different. Ciara wore a white blouse, crimson skirt and brown leather boots that reached below her knees. She looked less like a commander and more like a civilian or of noble blood. But what really caught his eye was the dark crimson necklace that hung on her neck, the light making the gem shine with life.
"Well, I was planning on putting you through something very horrible and painful…" Ciara sighed with regret, lifting her hands slightly in defeat. "But Zuko has a much grander plan than I. So you are summoned abroad." she continued, taking the keys from the guard to her left. She quickly unlocked the gate, the guard opening it slowly. Ciara strolled inside with ease, as if she done this numerous of times.
Her hands went up toward the back of Sokka's neck, her index finger and thumb pressed on the pressure points. Shots of pain filled his body, making his let out a scream in pain. "You really are a sissy boy, Zuko was right." Ciara laughed softly, moving him away from the cell. The other two guards had to hold on Katara firmly, for she kept on squirming around. "If you keep on talking, that pretty mouth of yours will be crisped." muttered one of the guards to her, which made her settle down.
Minuets later they were outside, the wind smacking each of their faces angrily. Katara couldn't help but wince at the slap and at the sight of Aang and Zuko. "Let go of him!" cried out Katara, the wind almost muffling her voice. Zuko laughed softly, the blade still pressed against his neck, beads of blood sliding down Aang's neck. Katara gasped seeing the blood, feeling her stomach do flips. Zuko grinned, his eyes shinning with malice, "Ah, now I can continue what I started with. People see you as hope, but wait till they find out their 'hope' die under my hand." Aang gulped, seeing this right now is worst than death it's self.
The sound of the quick movement of the blade made the howling wind, the shaking guards, and whimpers from Sokka silenced. Hot, steamy blood splashed on the floor, followed by a soft thud. Zuko stood triumphantly over Aang's body, watching death drink the remaining life from Aang.
Zuko motioned the guards to dispose of the body, turning toward Katara and Sokka. He flashed a grin, the blade in his hands dripping the red hot contents on the floor. "So, who's next?"
((Yep, I know. I had the Avatar die. Mwhahaha! Oh ya, I'm good.))