CH15- Chapter 15

AN- woo-hoo! I got death threats! (Courtesy of Element Girls and Amberhawk)...here's CH15...and whoever asked about the knife I really don't like it when others use my material...especially w/out asking (kidgonebananas777 YOU know what I'm talking about)...I'm really glad that you asked instead of just using it, but I'd really prefer if you didn't use it. (Thanks)

Oh crap...I'm having another vision...this time I'm asleep..or Jet is asleep. Tides were slowly creeping up the side of the earth as the small pool of water seemed to grow more shallow. Two figures rose out of the water and approached Jet. The figures were the man and woman killed by the Fire Nation. Both sat down by him. The man sat there stone faced, while the woman's mouth formed into a small smile. The man looked down at him and put a hand on his shoulder. The grip was firm, but affectionate all the same. The woman opened her mouth and began to sing,

"For love, for love. The wind softly blows under the moon. I may, I may be gone tomorrow, and yet, and yet, I'm always with you. As the wind always blows under the moon." The man simply hummed along with a deep, full voice. I guess this song was a big family thing because Jet had tears streaming out of his eyes like mad. Slowly though, the figures faded. Jet closed his eyes and the voices faded. First the man's. There was no humming to accompany the lonely voice of the woman. I (he) opened my (his) eyes, and saw them fading. The tide was high and it seemed to pull them both away. Even after they had melted into the water, the gentle, mellifluous voice of the woman could still be heard as it called out, "For love, for love."

I woke up on a boat, the shrill tune of the song still ringing in my ears. I tried to move, but realized that once again I was tied up. I looked and saw that Lucy and Aang were tied together as were Laura and Katara.

AN- heh...it rhymes...Laura and Katara...heh...I suck at rhyming...heh

I was tied to Sokka. I am never going to get out of these messes.

"Miss me?" A voice asked.

"No," I said as the figure stepped into the light. It was Jet. Again. Of course. "Did you expect me to? Oh wait! That was sarcasm!" He rolled his eyes.

"Do you think you're funny?"

"Somewhat," I said twitching slightly under the thick rope.

"Don't even try," he snarled. "You can't escape." He started pacing around us. "So, who are your friends here?" He asked approaching Laura and Lucy.

"Stay away!" Lucy shouted. "I know Chai Tea!"

"Don't you mean Tai Chi?" I asked.

"No!" She said. "I mean Chai Tea!"

"What?"

"It's a martial art!"

"No," I said. "That's Tai Chi! Chai Tea is tea."

"Whatever you say, Sarah," she said. "Whatever you say."

"So," Jet started. "I bet you're wondering how I managed to capture you."

"No, not really," I said with a shrug. "I'm sure you'll tell me anyway though."

"I followed you and your friends out to sea. I seized the advantage to come aboard once I noticed that your bison was out of control." They all glared at me.

"Well excuse me for trying to have some fun!" I said .

"Once you stopped, I came aboard with my freedom fighters and now you're here."

"So, what are you going to do with us?" I said. He smirked. "You obviously do not possess the correct amount of common sense, reasoning, or logic to comprehend that I am simply asking this question to distract you, and for you to begin the quite tedious process, for us at least, of mono-logging while we simply use that as time to escape."

"Sarah!" Laura shouted. "Are you that stupid?"

"No," I said. "But he is."

"You actually think that I'd fall for that?" He asked. "I'm smarter than you think. I also intend to keep my plans for your friends unknown. You, however, are a special case."

"Ah, crap."

"For now though, I'll move you to the prison cells. Keeping watch over you is a waste of my time when I could be staring at myself in the mirror."

AN- sorry...had to put that mirror thing in...when I first saw the episode...before I even knew anything about the guy I thought "this guy is the kind of guy who would spend so much time looking at himself in the mirror." yeah...

We were all put in one cell. It sucks, I know. I was bored, so I started singing.

"I'm not a politician,

Just a bad musician,

Whatcha gonna do for me?"

"This," Laura said, picking up a can. She threw it at me and it hit my head. Hard.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"I was doing us all a favor!" She said. "You did say that you were a bad musician."

"Screw you," I said walking over to the one small window. I looked out the window at the sky. It was almost sunset and the water was red and orange, reflecting the sky.

"Scar tissue that I wish you saw,

Sarcastic mister-know-it-all,

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you cause with the birds I'll share,

With the birds I'll share this lonely view,

With the birds I'll share this lonely view,

With the birds I'll share this lonely view-"

"Sarah!" Lucy shouted. "You know I hate that song!"

"Screw you," I said again.

"How long, how long will I slide?

Separate my side, I don't

I don't believe it's bad.

Slit my throat it's all I ever

I heard your voice through I photograph.

I thought it up, it brought up the past.

Once you know, you can never go back,

I gotta take it on the other side."

I sighed and leaned against the wall. I got everybody into this mess, and now I have to get them out. I think I fell asleep, because the next thing I knew someone was shaking me.

"Stop," I groaned as I turned over. "I'll stop eating all the ice cream sandwiches just let me sleep."

"Sarah," Sokka said. "Get up."

"Okay," I said as I sat up. "What?" I realized that I had fallen asleep on the floor of the cell which was cold and hard. And gross.

Before he could answer, Jet had opened the cell door and was standing there with a smug grin on his face. He motioned for me to come forward. I looked at him as if he was crazy.

"I won't let you hurt her," Sokka said, stepping forward. Jet pushed him out of the way and grabbed my collar. Laura's face was white, Lucy was sitting in a corner, comforted by Katara and Aang, and Sokka was sitting on the floor, as if too frightened to move.

"Come on," I said. "What's the worst he could do?"

"This," Jet said as he brought a small blade to my throat. Not this. He pulled me out of the cell.

"Do you honestly think that this is right?" I asked. He paused.

"What does it matter?" He asked.

"Nothing really," I said. He brought the blade closer. "What is right is simply right in a certain perspective. Usually a common one. Conformity. Ever heard of it?" He brought the blade closer. I could almost feel the icy sting on my throat. What would stop him? No! It's not enough to stop him, but to keep him away.

"I'll make a deal with you," I said. "If you don't kill me-"

"Kill you?" He asked with a laugh. "You thought that I intended to kill you?" My eyes widened.

"Y-yes," I said nervously. He tossed me back in the cell, and I landed on the cold, hard (an gross) floor. My head hit the floor first. I moaned and sat up.

"Are you okay?" Sokka asked, rushing to my side.

"I'm fine," I said. "I just need to figure out what it is he wants."

"He wants you," Laura said. Everyone turned and stared at her. "What? I eavesdrop!

"Good," I said. "Why does he want me?"

"Something about you having some special ability he needs to harness."

"What?"

"He said that he'll keep us prisoners until you say something that he wants to hear. Some prophesy-thing."

"Really?" I asked. This got me thinking. To stop him, you have to find a weakness. Not just a physical one. I already know that one. It works on any guy, actually. I need something that will just tear him up. As if by magic, I got my request. I had another vision-type-thing.

I was walking through the woods when I ran into some other boys. One had a bow and quiver of arrows. An archer. I couldn't distinguish the talents of the other just yet, but I could feel a plan forming in Jet's mind. "Where did you come from?" one of them asked. "No where-"

"Liar!" one of them shouted as he struck him quickly across the cheek. "All right, all right," he said, choking back tears. He obviously didn't want to look like a sissy in front of them. "The Fire Nation killed my parents," he said.

Perfect! I've got it!

Jet came and opened the cell door. He looked my in the eye.

"Take a picture!" I shouted. "It lasts longer!" He turned away and looked down at the floor.

"I want to know," he said.

"Want to know what?" I asked.

"You know what I'm talking about!" he spat.

"No, I don't," I said. It was true. I didn't know. He slapped me, and I flew back.

"Sarah!" Sokka said, coming forward.

"No," I said. "Stay back. It's me he wants. That's what he'll get."

"Tell me what I want to know!" he roared kicking me back.

"If I knew, I would tell you."

"Liar!" he said.

"Jet," I said softly. "Stop. Look at yourself. You're not helping anyone." He ignored me and continued with the slapping and kicking and stuff. I only had one chance.

"Tell me!" he shouted. This was my only chance. With the little strength I had left, I opened my mouth and sang, my voice close to a whisper.

"For love, for love. The wind softly blows under the moon. I may, I may be gone tomorrow, and yet, and yet, I'm always with you. As the wind always blows under the moon." I looked up and his face was wet with tears. He walked off without shutting the cell door.