Chapter 15: Am I supposed to die to go home…?

I started to panic. If I had looked closer, I might've noticed this ship was a tad bit larger. I felt someone tug on my hair and when I looked up, it was General Zhao. He had this cocky smile on this face that just wouldn't keep me from shivering.

"So, you're that girl, huh? The slave on his ship and the one we're to sacrifice." How did he know? It's unbelievable! How did he know?

"Oh, don't worry… the Fire Lord knew what you looked like the whole time. I did too, I just wanted to know how interesting I could make this game."

This is a game? I want to turn the system off now, so I could go home. Growling, I bit the hand that held my braided hair. He let go in pain and screamed. Running out outhis grasp,I'm sure he was steaming, but I was too. This… JERK, thinks this is a game. Well, GAME THIS! I threw swift Frisbees of sound around him and started to hum so I had enough energy to go on. He diminished every single one into nothing with his flames, so I went faster and he did also.

I will not lose! This guy—he just doesn't know when to stop his idiotic behavior, does he? I went faster and faster, my sound barrier saving me from getting cracks in my head from the other men. Zhao was coming in towards me with a smug grin on his face. I wasn't tiring out, but he wasn't either. Swirling my hands above my head, I slammed them back down onto the ground and the entire ship shook. I heard an explosion and the men rushed to it as we continued to fight. In a couple of minutes, a man came up and shouted, "She busted the engine! We won't be able to move!"

Zhao didn't reply, but frowned at me. I put on a smug grin to tick him off. I did so successfully. HAH, you deserved it, you piece of trash! The battle raged on for a good twenty minutes before I started to get angry that this was lasting so long. My hands were probably just a blur now. My arms were starting to get stiff though.

"TAKE THIS!" I shouted, stopping my assault for one moment and jumping up. The metal baseball bat formed in my hands and I slammed it down on his head. I continued to slam down on Zhao before his men started to try and break my sound barrier. I spun my hands around and slammed it down onto the floor and a shockwave was sent out, making everyone fall.

"What's up with the sacrifice?" I demanded, pointing the bat at Zhao. He had a bloody nose, but that wasn't the worst of it. He smirked, giving me the feeling that he wasn't going to tell me. I slammed my foot on the ground, sending out another shockwave. "I'm not kidding…"

"As long as you die, we can harness the comet's… full… power…"

Zhao conked out on me! What a jerk! MEANIE! MEANIE! MEANIE! I fell to my knees. I wasn't getting anywhere at all. Okay, I know what they have to do, but it just wasn't detailed enough to my liking! This was so… frustrating. Angrily, I slammed the floor and another wave shot out, ripping off the sides of the ship. I couldn't stop from crying.

"Am I supposed to die to go home…?"

I felt so disappointed. If I were to go home, I have to die and let them be able to take the power. This was a lose-lose situation. I jumped off the ship. It's not like they would've known that I died, right? Or did something go off? I saw scenes of my life flash past. I curled up into a small ball and awaited my cold death in the ocean.

I'll miss you…

No, I won't die. Haru would miss me, not to mention that Aang would probably get so crazy he'd destroy the planet instead of save it. Katara would be disappointed in me, and Sokka… he'd probably think of me as a traitor. That's… not cool.

I opened my eyes and frowned. This isn't like me. No, it isn't at all! I'm being so selfish! You know, I'll probably drown in the ocean. I don't want to die. I don't want to make my friends hate me.

I want to save the world.

You know that creepy voice that I heard before? The voice that came when I jumped out of Jet's hut way back in the earlier chapters? It came back to me… with more corny words.

It's okay if you think of yourself sometimes. Just speak your heart… and the powers will come to you.

"Fine, fine… you want me to say some pretty, meaningful word that'll make me seem so elegant and junk, right?" I asked.

Yeah, that was what I was expecting last time too…

"Tsubasa!" I screamed. JEEZ, those creepy voices and their demands! But, anyway, guess what? Ever had angel wings flow out of your back like you're some pretty summoner? I just did. It's pretty cool, if you ask me. I flew upwards and looked down at Zhao's ship, feathers flying everywhere. Without hesitation, I flew away in search of Zuko. Why Zuko? I don't know. I'm sure he'd understand something I have to say to him. I found his boat, really, I did! It was just sitting there, and that was bad. I was starting to think Zhao got to Zuko right before. I hurried onto the deck. No one was in sight.

"Hello?" No reply.

"ZUKO-SWEETIE!" I screamed out. Still no reply from anyone.

I walked into the ship. It seemed dead. Cold sweat started to bead down my neck. What if they're all dead? As quickly as my legs would take me, I ran around the ship and looked in every nook and cranny. There wasn't anything here. That was until the scent of blood reached my nose. Okay, at the time, I had no idea what it was. I ran to it and ended up in the arena.

What I saw was relieving, in a sense. I ran to Zuko. Zuko was… well, I can't say in perfect shape, but enough to make me feel a bit happier. He was lying in the middle of the arena, so I sat next to him. I played with his ponytail until he awoke. He jolted up with a shocked expression. He looked at me with a dumbfounded expression. It was PRICELESS.

"You—"

He grabbed my wrist quite fiercely and nailed me to the ground. Okay, that's not good. "You're the one…"

"Sorry, I'm taken by Tao Ren from Shaman King," I replied, looking away. He pressed me tighter to the hard metal floor. It was starting to sting a bit and I didn't like it, but Zuko was too strong for me to even try and struggle.

"We can sacrifice you. If you die right now… I'd get my reputation back all the same," Zuko replied, smirking. Okay, that's not good either. He knows. Did Zhao tell him?
"Don't worry. I was tipped just now. Thanks to that idiot Zhao who thought he would kill you… and me," Zuko answered, still smirking. I wanted to leave. I wanted to run off, but I couldn't use my bending because, well, it'd probably bring my death faster. There was only one thing left.

I have to stoop down low.

End of Chapter 15: Am I supposed to die to go home…?

Author's Note: Oh, for you all just to know Tsubasa means wings in Japanese.This chapter... made me a little sad. The next chapter is the final chapter of my story. It makes me a little sad to see it end--AWW, it makes me devestated that I'm going to end it next week! -crying- However, there is an epilouge and a sequel, which I am working on! Prepare to be shocked, dazzled, and confuzzled in one great last chapter.

Forever Hungry,

Sammy