You guys are the best! I got about thirteen reviews for one chapter! Hugs and kisses and cookies to everyone. Thirteen is my favorite number, so in honor of that, this thirteenth chapter will be the best yet! Anyways, one of you wanted to know what 'she is fine' means. It means that she is a hottie, drop-dead gorgeous, stunning- need I say more? On another topic, this chapter is going to be long. I probably have told you that before on other chapters, but this one is really long- it covers about two weeks, more or less. Warning: There is a lot of regrets, second-thoughts, hate, lies, suspicion, and of course, a rescue. And to put to use of the many Zutara fanfics I have been reading (Kataang fans throw various items and yells "hypocrite!"), I am taking inspiration. And one more thing: Samaria is not gone just yet, even though she won't really be in this chapter. So on with the story; sit back, relax, and enjoy!
I don't own Avatar: TLA.
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"Stop crying, Aang. Tell me what's going on. Tell me again what happened," Sokka said, not knowing what to make of the bald pre-teen beside him. Aang was cold, wet, hungry, and angry. Sokka couldn't help but notice that he was also in pain.
"Okay. Katara and I were on the beach; we were having a lot of fun," he started. Sokka shot Aang a look. Aang ignored him and continued.
"Well, suddenly she saw smoke, but when I looked around I didn't see anything. But then I saw Zuko's ship in the distance, so we headed to Appa. Then there were Fire Nation soldiers, smoke, water, air, and yelling. I really don't want to recap that part." Aang looked up at Sokka. He wants to know what the big deal is. Um, hasn't he noticed that his sister isn't with me?
"Okay, keep going. I'm still not understanding why you are so upset about a fight," Sokka said, trying to urge the information out of Aang.
"Well, we fought them off enough to get to Appa, but when we were about to take off, a smoke bomb went off." Aang took a deep breath and wiped a few tears away before telling the worst part.
"The smoke was so thick; I couldn't even see Appa's fur. The worst part though was that we suddenly got wrestled- I by Samaria and Katara by Zuko. They won," Aang choked out, trying really hard not to cry. I can't cry just yet; I still need to tell Sokka and Bumi and save Katara. Sokka gave him a serious look.
"Samaria was in on this? How does she even know Zuko?" Sokka asked in a disbelieving tone.
Aang only shrugged. "Yeah, she was and she does, but I don't know how. Anyways, Katara was kidnapped by Zuko. Samaria wouldn't let me go until the group was out of sight. After they were gone, I asked Samaria why she did this, and she said that I deserved it, please don't ask anymore about it." Sokka nodded, I can understand why.
"Go on."
"She told me that she couldn't tell me how she knew him," Aang finished. He couldn't even cry anymore; he was too upset. I can't believe that I just gave up like that. For some reason, his most important worry was 'how am I going to rescue Katara?', but 'how can I just let her get captured?'
"Sokka, how could I just let her go like that? How come I was unsuccessful this time?" Aang moaned, trying hard not to break down all over again. Sokka sat beside the monk.
"Aang, sometimes crap happens. It wasn't your fault; how were you supposed to know that they would fight like that? Based on what you tell me, it was a pretty hard fight. But you can't just sit here and cry; you need to get your act together and go save my sister. Trust me; she is probably depending on you." Sokka said all of that like it was a pep talk. Aang looked up at Sokka with hopeful gray eyes. I hope he's right. I'll go and save Katara. But first, I need to talk to Bumi.
"I got to go tell King Bumi something. Wait here." Sokka smiled as he watched Aang scamper in the direction of Bumi's living quarters. He came back within 15 minutes with his trademark grin. "Come on, Sokka. Let's go." The two boys went to their rooms and packed some clothes and supplies, and the kitchen staff gave them enough food to last for at least a week. They quietly walked through the streets, being careful not to be too loud. Nearing the gate, they recognized a small figure. Samaria. The two tried to go unseen, but were unsuccessful.
Samaria walked to them with an innocent look on her face. I'm not falling for her tricks ever again, Aang thought with disgust and hatred. "What do you want?" Aang asked, not bothering to hide his hostility. Samaria looked at him, but with a new expression. This one mirrored Aang's, but it was ten times worse.
"I just wanted to say that you are going to get in some serious trouble." She stopped to laugh at them. Evil! they both thought.
"I don't think that's funny," Aang said in a desperate attempt to defend himself. Sokka nodded. Samaria looked between them.
"Well good luck," she said, waving to them as she walked away. Sokka and Aang watched her go.
"Is she a witch?" Sokka wanted to know. Aang shrugged and started for the gate. Sokka followed, and signaled the benders to open the gate. Soon the two companions were loading up Appa.
"Is everything ready?" Sokka asked, tying up their last supply bag. Aang nodded. "You okay?" Sokka asked, genuinely worried for his friend. Aang was determined, though. I'm going to get her, and somebody might get hurt in the process.
They climbed on him and with the infamous "yip, yip!" Appa was flying through the skies. "Okay, where would they be headed?" Aang asked. Sokka seriously thought about that question.
"I don't know; Fire Nation maybe? I mean, every time Zuko captured us, it was always 'head a course the Fire Nation'."
Aang stared at him. How'd he come up with that? Sokka noticed his stare.
"Stop looking at me like that. Now tell me what direction the FN is," Sokka said, thinking of a quick abbreviation for the Fire Nation. Aang pointed west.
"From what I remember, that way," he said, guiding Appa west. I'm coming for ya, Katara; hold on tight.
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"Let go of me!" Katara demanded. He scoffed at her and literally threw her in the prison cell. I can't let him know that I'm scared, she thought as his hands started to glow a faint red.
"Look scum, Samaria basically sold you to me, and I intend to keep you so that I can lure the Avatar (A/N: hmmm… I wonder where I heard that from. I wonder…)." Katara inwardly shivered as Zuko looked her up and down. "And maybe for a little more." He had a dangerous gleam in his eyes as he walked out of the cell and told the guard to keep a close watch on her.
I don't like that look in his eyes, she thought. He looks like he wants something. Katara tried not to cry as she tried not to think about what that something was. She picked herself up from the floor and sat down on the thin mattress, massaging her sore limbs. He didn't have to throw me in here, she thought bitterly. She turned to the guard, who was sleeping. Sighing, she lied down, ignoring her hunger and trying to think good thoughts. Like Aang. Aang. He tried so hard to protect me. I'll have to thank him. He's always there when I need him. She closed her eyes to shut out tears and fell into a deep sleep.
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Zuko was in the captain's tower, telling the captain to head towards the Fire Nation. (A/N: Sokka was right; I swear, that boy is a genius in disguise.) "It will be so much easier if I already have him when I'm near the Fire Nation, and would be harder for him to escape." Zuko absolutely hated to think about all of those times that the Avatar had escaped him. Never again. The sound of someone walking in the room made him snap out of his thoughts. Zuko turned around to his uncle Iroh.
"Zuko, that was a very smart decision," he commented, obviously hearing Zuko's plan. Iroh looked at Zuko. "And I hope you are treating that girl you captured nicely," he added. Zuko could've sworn that he saw his uncle wink at him. Zuko blushed crimson, both from embarrassment and anger.
"Uncle! Don't start that mess with me again! I am not going to focus on girls; I need to focus on capturing the Avatar!" Zuko yelled. He hated when his Uncle bugged him about girls, and marriage, and the like.
Iroh sighed. "Fine, I'll leave you alone," he said as Zuko stomped away. Zuko was going to the deck to practice his fire bending. Iroh looked after him and sighed, he needs a girl to love. Maybe then he'll loosen up. Iroh walked towards the kitchen. He wanted to meet the prisoner, and he was pretty sure that she was hungry.
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Katara woke up to the sound of someone approaching. She sat up and set up her defenses, ready to fight anyone that might hurt her. Instead she saw a short, old man stand in front of her, and she saw the tray of food he had in his hand. "H-h-hi," she stuttered out, not sure what to expect form him. The man opened up her cell and set the tray down on the small table, then pulled up a small stool beside the bed.
"I'm Iroh, Zuko's uncle," he introduced himself, holding her hand out for her to shake. Katara absentmindedly shook his hand. Iroh? The great general Iroh? Katara looked at him with awe. Iroh let go of her hand and chuckled.
"Hi," she said again. "General Iroh, it's nice to meet you. And you're Zuko's uncle?" Katara asked.
Iroh smiled and answered her questions, "Nice to meet you, too; yes, I am Zuko's uncle; and please call me Iroh." He watched as Katara gave him a funny look.
Why would this nice man want to be Zuko's uncle? she almost slapped herself for being so stupid. But it's not like someone can choose their uncle. She smiled and looked over at the tray of food hungrily. That smells so good.
"Yes, that's for you," Iroh said, noticing her looking at the food. Katara blushed out of the embarrassment of getting caught, but that didn't stop her from pulling another stool up to the table. Thank goodness that he brought me a fork. She picked it up and started to eat. "Thank you," she said in-between bites, remembering her manners. Iroh smiled and got up. He turned around before he left and said, "You know, this is no place for a lady. How would you like it if you stayed in one of the guest rooms?" Katara instantly perked up at this question.
"Do you really mean it?" she asked, not quite believing him. Iroh simply nodded.
"Yes, I do."
I wonder if-
"Will Zuko care if I'm not in a cell?" Katara questioned. I know that Zuko wouldn't be very happy if he found out that I was staying in a guest room. Iroh sighed, knowing that she was right.
"Don't worry about him; I'll take care of everything. Katara smiled, slightly reassured, before going back to her meal.
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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'SHE SHOULD BE COMFORTABLE'? SHE IS A PRISONER, AND A PRISON CELL IS WHERE SHE BELONGS!" Obviously, Zuko wasn't happy with the idea of Katara staying in a guest room. Iroh, however, had managed to stay calm throughout his nephew's argument.
"Zuko, she may be a prisoner, but she is also a young woman," Iroh explained. Zuko grunted. "And she deserves a decent place to stay, because of that reason alone." He got up and stood over the teenager. "Besides, that cell is not a good place for anybody." HE walked out of the room. Zuko remained and pouted. But why does the room have to be next to mine?
Because Prince Zuko, a voice whispered. It sounded faintly like his uncle's. The crew hasn't seen a woman in months; they might try to do something. And things like that shouldn't happen.
Grumbling, he got up and made his way to his bed. He quickly fell into a restless sleep.
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"Aang, are you sure that we are going the right way?" Sokka asked, looking over at the boy. He was busy looking over the map.
"I'm positive." Aang rolled up the map and tucked it away safely in one of their bags. He lay down on his back and looked up at the blue sky. So much like her eyes, he thought. I miss her so much. She's with that bastard named Zuko and I don't want to imagine what he might do to her. He stopped to take in some air, realizing just how much Zuko really could do to her. Oh God, NO! I hope not!
"Aang, are you okay?" Sokka asked him, seeing that he was gasping for breath. Aang shook his head no.
"I'm not. Sokka," he stopped for a moment. I can't chicken out on this question. He looked over at his friend. Sokka was waiting. I'll just put this the easy way: "Do you think that Zuko will…um… try anything?" Damn it, he thought as he felt his face heat up. Obviously Sokka's face was doing the same thing, because he turned around as soon as Aang asked that question.
"I hope not," Sokka answered. What does he mean by 'I hope not'?
"What? You hope not? How come not, 'I know he won't'" Aang asked, even though he knew that Sokka was probably right.
"Aang, I'm so sorry, but Zuko is the type of person who will sink to any level to weaken you. If that means that he will hurt Katara, then he will- gladly." Sokka had to stop and think about what he had just told Aang, because he didn't realize that his words had so much truth to them.
"Oh my God," they both whispered, both thinking the same thing. I'm not going to let that happen to her.
"Look Aang, I'm sure-
Aang shook his head. "No. Don't even say 'I'm sure.' Nothing will happen to Katara. I'm not going to let that pervert touch her." Sokka gaped at him, surprised at his tone of voice. The boy suddenly appeared several years older then he was. Sokka got up as Aang took the reigns, and urged Appa to go at a faster pace.
I'm coming for you.
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Iroh led Katara to one of the guest rooms. Why does my room have to be across the hall from Zuko's? she thought, wondering the same thing Zuko did. "Here it is," Iroh said, opening the room's door. Katara gasped when she saw the room. Zuko has it laid. The room was gorgeous, lots of silk and velvet and pretty banners. The furniture was made from the sturdiest and prettiest wood; the area rug was made from genuine suede; she even had a private bathroom. The colors were amazing: deep burgundies, bright reds; there was even a hint of fiery orange here and there. But Katara couldn't help herself: the first thing she touched in the room was the bed. Iroh chuckled.
"It's the best guest room we have. Enjoy yourself. And if you need anything, Zuko would be more than happy to get it for you," he told her. Katara buried her head in one of the velvet pillows, and Iroh took it as his cue to leave. She stayed where she was for a few minutes, and then decided to check out her bathroom.
She had to catch her breath when she saw how elaborate it was. The bathtub was humongous; at least four of her could fit easily into it. She had a vanity set and there was even a complete dressing room off to the side. She couldn't even believe that there was running water; she didn't have to haul in heavy buckets full of bathing water. It's like this ship was made for a girl, but what would a girl be doing on this ship? She didn't hesitate to not care a moment longer. Katara slowly turned the knob that was labeled "hot" and another that was labeled "cold." She giggled softly when the tub started to fill up with warm water. I've never seen anything like it! When the tub was three-quarters full, she turned the water off and stripped down. This feels so good! she thought as she slid in. The water calmed her; it made her forget her thoughts. She slid down until her chin was level with the surface, enjoying the warmth and relaxation the water gave her. She closed her eyes and sighed. While it was nice that Iroh had gone out of his way to do this for her, and that this room and bathroom was the best she ever had, I still want my Aang back. She sat back up and reached for the bar of soap. And Sokka, too, I miss his idiotic ways. She took a washcloth from a basket and lathered it up. Smoothing the soapy rag over her body, she softly cried.
I wonder when I'll ever be back with them.
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Zuko finally decided to get up. I need some fresh air. He got up and opened his door, rolling his eyes when he saw the guest room door closed. He stared at it with hate when he thought about who was occupying it. A devilish grin swept across his face. Making sure no one was around; he stepped across the narrow hallway and quietly opened up her door. Quickly shutting it and locking the door, he noticed a pile of blue clothes on the floor. He tiptoed over to the door and pressed his ear against it. He could here sniffling and the tub draining. Stupid Zula; when she visited this ship they went all out for her, even if her stay was only for three days. Lucky Katara gets my spoiled sister's room. He shook off his thoughts and heard faint footsteps against the door. He tried as best as he could to either get out of there or hide, but unfortunately the door opened at that second. His heart rate sped up at the site of her. Her only clothes was a short towel wrapped around her body, and it was just barely covering her butt. Her long, wavy hair was damp and shiny, and reached down to her ample chest. Damn, girl is the bomb!
Katara hated his stare. And why the hell is he in my room. She silently cursed when his gaze didn't leave her. I hate the way this situation probably looks. He was there in her room, hardly three feet away from her. All she had on was a towel. "Get out my room," she demanded, her voice dripping with venom. He better not touch me.
Zuko stepped closer to her. Katara moved back towards her clothes. She glanced behind her; her eyes widened with fright when she realized that she was moving towards her bed. "Don't touch me," she ordered. Zuko only shook his head.
"I'm afraid that I can't do that. You see, if I hurt you, the Avatar's defenses will weaken because he cares about you. And if his defenses go down, it will be so much easier to capture him and get my honor back." Zuko let an evil smile go across his face. "Plus, you are not a bad catch."
Katara tried her best to remain strong as he inched closer to her. "Don't touch me!"
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"Aang, are we there yet?" Sokka complained for the seventeenth time. Aang ignored him and continued to search the water. We should be getting closer; he can only get so far.
"Aang? Did you hear me?" Suddenly the monk got up.
I hope that that is what I think it is. "Yes! We found him!" Aang shouted. Sokka got up and looked down to where Aang was oh-so-excitedly pointing. Completely out of character for him, Sokka started to jump up and down, too. We found her. Aang got serious.
"We need a plan," Aang said, but once again he was blown away by Sokka's genius.
"Look, Aang, since its dusk, those lazy guards are most likely at dinner, including Zuko, so it might be a little easier to rescue Katara." Sokka leaned back, obviously proud that he had thought of such a thing. I can't help but realize that there is always that 'might capture Katara' part. Aang got angry with himself. NO! There is not going to be a 'might capture Katara' part. We are going to capture her, and that's final!
He guided Appa a little bit lower, and he and Sokka jumped off of him when the bison was low enough. They landed with a soft thud on the metal deck. Aang looked around. Sokka was right; there is no one here. He even heard the faint laughter coming from below. "How easy can these rescues slash captures get?" Sokka said, referring to their last "capture" with that amateur captain.
"Let's try not to push our luck," Aang said, slowly tiptoeing over to the stairwell. Sokka quickly followed him, being careful not to make sounds.
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"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Katara screamed, trying to push Zuko away from her. She still had the towel on, but Zuko was still was kissing her, and Katara did not like him doing that. She felt a dangerous heat come from him all of a sudden, and he pulled away to look into her oceanic eyes.
"Look, be still, or face the consequences." He watched with a black heart as she exploded into deep sobs.
"Please no," she pleaded.
"Shut up."
""Please no."
"Shut up!" He got up from on top of her.
"I'll be back later," he said, leaving the room. Katara finally broke out into wails. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't see. I feel so ashamed! She couldn't believe that Zuko would stoop that low, just to get back his precious honor. Katara couldn't have hated- no loathed- him any more than she did then. She got up, shaking and still crying, and put her clothes on. As soon as her pants were on she collapsed onto the floor, still sobbing. Why?
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Aang and Sokka crept through the hallways, thankful that they hadn't gotten caught. The laughter had died down, so the two knew that they were far away from most people. As they walked, Sokka could have sworn that he heard crying. Aang had stopped and had a look on his face that told the warrior that he was concentrating on something, so Sokka knew that he head the crying, too.
Aang walked down the dead-end hallway and pressed his ear onto the last door. Aang signaled to Sokka, telling him to get ready to fight. Suddenly Aang barged in, but suddenly stopped when he saw Katara. The girl looked up and smiled weakly at them, and motioned for Sokka to close and lock the door. Aang was immediately on her side, comforting her, even though he didn't have a clue to why she was crying. Soothing sounds came from him, and Katara buried into his embrace, clutching him like he was her only hope. (A/N: hahaha) Katara slowly quieted down. She was still in his arms. "What happened?" he asked her. Katara shook her head.
"I don't think that I'm ready to tell you," she replied. Aang looked up at Sokka with worry. He better not have, Aang thought. But Sokka was already gone. Aang stood up, helping Katara stand, too. She was still shaky, but she was strong enough to run and fight if she had to. The couple made their way to the deck, and instantly stopped at the sight before them.
Sokka and Zuko were surrounded by guards. Sokka looked horrible, but Zuko looked even worse. "IF YOU EVER…"
Sokka gave him a punch while Zuko tried to fight back.
"…TOUCH MY SISTER…"
Zuko sent a fireball towards Sokka, but he dodged it and kicked Zuko where it hurts. Aang cringed.
"…AGAIN…"
Zuko and Sokka wrestled each other to the ground and were a blur of fists, kicks, and fire.
"I SWEAR THAT YOU WON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT A REBEL KILLING YOU!"
Several more fireballs were sent towards Sokka, but only one touched him, and that was only his hair.
"I WILL DO IT MYSELF!" Sokka sent as many blows to Zuko as he could, while trying to avoid fireballs coming from every direction. Aang handed Katara the bison whistle and told her to call him, and joined Sokka in the fight.
While Sokka handled Zuko, Aang made sure to take care of the many soldiers who were trying to kill him. He blasted some overboard with air, froze others with water, and knocked the remaining few unconscious. He warded off a few more fire benders while Appa appeared in the sky and landing on the ship. "Sokka! Come on! Hurry!" He said as he and Katara climbed onto Appa. Sokka gave Zuko one last punch before taking off for the bison. He told Aang to take off as soon as he was on Appa, and even gave Zuko the finger as the ship became nothing but a miniscule speck below them. Aang guided Appa east and motioned for Sokka to take the reigns. He sat down beside Katara and took her hand. She looked up at him and gave him a sad smile. Why is she so upset?
Everyone fell silent. Katara had brought her knees to her chest and had her arms wrapped around herself. Aang studied her; more curious than ever as to why her behavior was so odd.
"Where do you guys want to land? Appa is tired and it is getting dark." Sokka looked at his sister, who was acting strange. She looked… defeated. Aang crawled over to Sokka. I think that there is a nearby island that belongs to the Earth Kingdom.
"There is an Earth Kingdom island this far out?" Sokka asked. Aang nodded.
"Yes, and it should be within ten miles. I remember I had stopped there once or twice on business." Aang told him. Sokka nodded and urged Appa forwards.
"Are we going the right way?" he asked.
"We are. You'll see the island soon; it shouldn't take long to get there." Aang went back to Katara, but found her sleeping peacefully. I hope nothing too bad happened, he thought, brushing a piece of her hair away. He saw a frown on her face and it unsettled him to no end.
"Aang, there's land," Sokka said, guiding Appa down towards the island. Aang left Katara's side and gazed down.
"There's a good place," he suggested, pointing to a place on the beach. Appa crashed down on the sand, and Aang hopped down from the bison.
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Katara woke up in her sleeping bag. Sleeping bag? She quickly sat up and looked around. She saw a small campfire still going and two other sleeping forms. She quickly remembered her horrifying experience on the ship and her rescue. Katara quietly got up and strolled down the beach. She picked a spot a little ways from camp and sat down. She absentmindedly touched her necklace while she looked out over the ocean, admiring its beauty under the night sky. As she remembered what Zuko had tried to do to her, she fought back tears, her emotions washing over her.
I have never felt more ashamed, disrespected, ugly, and defeated than now. Katara felt hot tears run down her cheeks. She started shaking. Finally letting go, she had an emotional breakdown: screaming, shaking, sobbing, water bending. She felt a familiar pair of arms encircle her and comfort her. "Aang. Aang! Aang." She turned herself towards him, staining his clothes with her tears.
"Katara, what happened?" he asked her in a hushed voice.
"How did you find me?" she asked, not wanting to tell him why she was acting the way she was.
"I followed your footprints. Tell me what happened," he said, still hugging her.
"I can't," she coughed out. I can't tell him. She felt her hand get an encouraging squeeze. Looking up into his face, she hated to see his eyes filled with such concern for her. She gulped in air, preparing herself.
"Zuko… he… he… tried to…. rape me," she whispered. Aang pulled back with alarm twenty times over.
"HE WHAT?" he asked. My worst suspicions were true. How could I let this happen to her?
Katara cried harder. She didn't know how to express her feelings. She didn't want to cry anymore, but crying seemed to be the only thing that helped. She snuggled back into Aang's embrace. He pulled her closer and planted gentle kisses on her head.
"Oh Katara, I'm so sorry." How could I let that bastard harm her?
"Please, don't say that you're sorry. This isn't your fault; it's mine. I shouldn't have let him touch me." This statement made Aang push Katara away. He looked deeply into her eyes.
"NO. Katara, this is not your fault at all. You are a very reputable young lady, and deserve to be treated that way. Zuko had absolutely no right touching you. It is not your fault," Aang told her. His voice was firm, strong, and steady; Katara was strangely comforted by it. She nodded, trying her best to convince herself that Aang was right.
It was not my fault. I did not deserve that. It was not my fault. I did not deserve it. She repeated this mantra over and over again in her mind.
"Say it," Aang demanded. Katara took a deep breath.
"Say it."
Katara nodded and closed her eyes. "It was not my fault. I did not deserve it," she whispered.
"Louder," Aang ordered.
"It was not my fault. I did not deserve it." She said it this time in a normal voice.
"Louder." He looked at his girlfriend, who was struggling with her confidence. I hate to see her like this.
I can't let Zuko control me.
"It was not my fault. I did not deserve it," she said in a slightly louder voice.
"Yell it," Aang requested.
"IT WAS NOT MY FAULT! I DID NOT DESERVE IT!" She looked over at Aang, who was beaming. He scooted over to her and held her. She took deep breaths and hugged him back.
"Thank you."
"Your welcome. I love you" Aang stood up and helped her up. He looked into her blue eyes and gave her a soft kiss.
"I love you, too, Aang. Thank you." Aang smiled.
"Come on. Let's go back to camp and get some rest." They walked off towards camp. Katara was still unstable, but at least Aang had comforted her and told her that it wasn't her fault.
Aang's head was still reeling from his conversation with Katara. I can't believe that dirt bag would touch her.
Both of them lay down on their bags, and both of them were thinking the same thing:
It's not over yet.
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Wow, that chapter wasn't supposed to go that way. Even I'm surprised with the story. Review please, I'll appreciate it!
Oh, and did anyone see that you Disney Channel movie? It's called High School Musical. It was really good and I want the soundtrack.