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Chapter 3: First Day Of Competition
The next day started at the ass-crack of four A.M. How did the guards wake up the slaves? With an arrow. A guard came into the cellblock with a longbow and shot J.T. in the shoulder with the arrow!
"Wake up, you lousy sacks of shit! Time for you to fight to the death," said the guard.
J.T. cringed in pain, gripping the area around the arrow. Kagome readied a needle and wire, pulled the arrow out, cleaned and closed the wound. Then she wrapped it with a semi-clean cloth. She quickly ran over and woke Aang from his sleep.
"Huh? What? What time is it?" Aang asked sleepily.
"Time for you to either wake up or get an arrow somewhere in your body," Kagome replied.
Aang quickly jumped out of bed, not wanting to become a human pincoushin. The guard shoved the three over to the showers and forced them to get clean.
"Is it like this every day?" Aang asked.
"Not really. We only get food every two days, and we only get one shower in a week," J.T. replied. "We don't even get to wash our clothes, so that would probably explain the stench."
Aang forced a chuckle after hearing of the conditions that he would have to be living with. The three were then forced back to their quarters and got dressed. They took their armanents and readied to go into the arena when the call went in. The guard walked out of the room.
"The coast is clear! Let's try and get out," said Aang.
"I told you yesterday Aang, there is no escape! Nobody is that dense," said J.T.
"I'm not going to give up! My friends are probably thinking of ways to get me out, so we need to try and make it easier by getting out on our own. Besides, I have a way out of here. We'll knock out two guards and steal their clothes, then we'll make a break for the exit," said Aang.
"Tried that. They caught Kagome because of her, well, lady parts," said J.T. trying to be polite.
"No sweat! I'll sit on her shoulders," said Aang.
"I'm in. I'd rather die trying to escape rather than die in this hell hole," said Kagome.
"All right. Here's what we're going to do. I'll crack the door and stab the guard in the neck. The other guard will..." said J.T.
Meanwhile, back at the docks, Zuko and his men were just starting to get off the ship.
"Uncle, why the devil are we here? We should be hunting the Avatar," said Zuko.
"Two reasons. One, I wanted to see the fights. And two..." said Iro before he was interrupted.
"Welcome to The Arena! Our special feature today is our local slaves versus the infamous lion scorpion," said one of the greeters.
"Get away from me," Zuko snarled.
"Did I mention that one of our slaves is the Avatar?" the greeter asked.
Zuko stopped dead in his tracks.
"What did you say?" Zuko asked.
"Uh...we caught the Avatar yesterday trying to help some slaves and we're going to make him fight to the death," said the greeter.
"Fine then. How much do you want for the Avatar?" Zuko snarled.
"He's n-n-n-not for sale," said the greeter in fear.
Zuko growled angrily as he tossed the greeter and prepared to attack. Iroh grabed his arm.
"Prince Zuko, now is not the time for fighting. Let us simply get our seats. We shall simply take the Avatar after he is dead. The Fire Lord shall have his corpse," said Iroh.
"If I want redemption, then I need to get the Avatar to my father alive," said Zuko.
Zuko stormed off into the arena while Iroh sighed. Back in the prisoner holding cells, J.T., Kagome and Aang were preparing to try and escape. J.T. cracked the door and readied his sword. He saw his opportunity and forced the sword into the guard's neck!
"What the hell?" the second guard shouted.
Kagome burst out of the door and cut the guard right in the neck, killing him. J.T. and Kagome stole the guards clothes before the blood could stain them, so needless to say it was very quick. Kagome turned the decapitated guard upside down to prevent the blood from getting on his uniform, and J.T. simply tore the shirt off the guard's chest before the blood could reach the shirt. They took the pants off, which were big on the both of them, and so were the shirts and boots. Aang jumped up on Kagome's shoulders and they put the shirt on. Kagome managed to see through a hole in the shirt. J.T. was just barely tall enough for the shirt to fit snugly over his tunic and undershirt. J.T. sheathed his sword in the now-empty sword sheath, and Kagome left her partisan behind for a cutlass the guard dropped.Aang put the hat on his head and the two threw the dead guards in the holding cells. The three snuck out quietly and snuck around the corner, no guards around.
"This way," J.T. whispered.
J.T. led them down a hallway and into a room filled with old weapons.
"So this is where they keep the slaves' weapons," said Kagome.
"I found where they're keeping our stuff, Kagome," said J.T.
J.T. took the three over to a large rack that had only four weapons on it: Aang's staff, two twin cutlasses and a slender rapier.
"Finally, my family's rapier is back in my possession," said J.T.
"Same as my swords. You missed mama, didn't you babies?" said Kagome, talking to her swords.
"Ok, we got what we came for," said J.T. "Let's get out of here."
The three snuck back out of the weapons stockroom and headed out of the arena. But something was bugging Aang.
"We're finally out of that hell hole," said J.T.
"Wait! We need to get my friends Sokka and Katara," said Aang.
"Open your eyes, kid! We get out of here, we make arena history by being the only slaves to escape the arena," Kagome shouted as she threw Aang off her shoulders.
"I won't leave my friends behind," said Aang.
"Fine, we'll find them. But for all our sakes, let's do it in the sky," said J.T.
"Deal," said Aang.
Everyone headed towards Appa, who was eating the leaves off a tree. J.T. and Kagome hopped in the basket on Appa's back and Aang took the reigns. Just then, they could hear the announcer over a megaphone or something.