DISCLAIMER: don't own AVATAR.
Ok, I'm forgetting how the original story went, so sue me lopchop if I leave something out. I'm just going to post what I remember.
4, What's Happened To You?
I stared forward, who was this person? How did he- a flame erupted out of nowhere, and there stood the man who had captured me. I stared at him, at his eyes, long and hard, trying to remember whom they belonged to. He suddenly looked mock hurt.
"Why Sierra, I'm shocked. You don't remember me?" In his eyes, I could see real hurt, while he tried to conceal the rest of it in body language. Bah, it wouldn't matter; I could know anything I wanted to know about a person just by looking into their eyes.
I saw pain, a troubled boy, then, I saw flames, flames all around, burning my face…
"AH! ZUKO!" I cried out, lost in my memory of his scarring, and not his own. Prince Zuko smirked down at me as I panted, regaining my breath from that heartbreaking moment.
"It makes me so happy that one of my old fan girls still remembers me." Zuko sneered. I looked up at him with wide eyes, filling up with tears.
"Fan girl? Since when was I a fan girl?" I asked quietly in hurt. Zuko's face grew very serious.
"Oh come on, you worshipped the ground I walked on before I was banished." Zuko snapped. I shook my head.
"I did not! My Master wouldn't even let me out of the door to his house! How on earth could I worship the ground you walked on?" I yelled. I was crying. Hot tears flowed down my cheeks. Damn all my whippings, this torture my Prince was giving me hurt more than any belt or cat-a-nine tails.
"Zuko," I begged. I needed to know something. But Zuko wasn't listening; he was walking out the door.
"What's happened to you?" I asked. Zuko stopped in mid step, and turned around to face me.
"Excuse me?" Zuko hissed. I looked up at him with defiant eyes.
"What's happened to you? What's happened to the boy who helped me mop when it would make me collapse on the floor? What happened to the Prince who put gold coins under my pillow? What happened to the young man who stopped my Master from whipping me? What happened-" I hiccupped.
"What happened to my Prince, the one who kissed me?" My sobs racked across my body as my fingers traced over my lips.
"Where did he go?" I asked Zuko quietly. He sneered, and turned to the door once again.
"He died the day my father scarred me." And the door shut behind Zuko, leaving me in complete darkness.
For a few months, I sat in that cell, rotting away in my tears. I discovered that a device outside my cell could adjust the chains that bound me to the wall. Sometimes the soldiers outside my cell would be kind enough to give me enough slack so that I could reach the tray of food that was shoved inside my cell door, sometimes they were so cruel they took away any slack, and my arms were eagled above me, and my back was flat against the wall. These times the soldiers had to feed me themselves.
Once a drunk soldier staggered into my cell during one of the days when the soldiers outside my cell took away all the slack in my chains, and he tried to rape me. But my screams woke the sleeping guards outside my cell, and I never saw that soldier again.
After two months of captivity in that cursed cell, Zuko finally returned. During those months, my heart had grown bitter from Zuko's treatment. Two months of being locked in a cell with no light, and no one except my tears for company (the soldiers guarding my cell would only talk to their comrades) and once nearly being raped, I had finally gotten the fact that Zuko didn't care about me anymore, and didn't want me.
There had been some new prisoners brought into the cell next to mine, and I think they once tried to talk to me, but I hadn't responded. So now I wanted to know what Zuko wanted, maybe, he would throw me off the ship, so I could find the Avatar and get help.
"Yes, Zuko?" I spat his name out like a rotten piece of meat. Zuko sneered.
"What happened to my fan girl?" He asked cruelly. I returned his sneer with one of my own.
"She died the day you stopped being her hero." I could see in Zuko's eyes genuine puzzlement that he had once been my hero.
Zuko waved his hand in dismissal as if he didn't care. What a filthy liar. Oh, I wanted to whack him into next week.
"I've got good news for you." I chuckled.
"The only good news is you let me out." I hissed.
"I am." I looked up at Zuko he was letting me out?
"You're no longer a prisoner," Zuko declared, unlocking the manacles on my wrists, and I rubbed my wrists, and glanced up at Zuko gratefully.
"Instead, you're my new personal servant." My hands dropped to my sides, my eyes staring up at Zuko wide in horror.
No…
Isn't this fun? This is fun!
INSANITY AT ITS FINEST
LONG LIVE THE HIPPIES!
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