THIS CHAPTER HAD BEEN RAISED ONE RATING DUE TO SLIGHTLY GRAPHIC CONTENT.
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She sat upon the cold marble tile that surrounded the giant pool of warm bathing water. The only thing thar covered her thin frame
was a white terry cloth towel, drapped over her shoulders. Katara's feet rested gently into the water, sinking just to her calf. Her blue
eyes where closed, long tresses fell aganist the delicate curves of her form. Suddenly, the creaking of a wooden door filled the hall.
Boots clicked as the form approched Katara. When the shadowed form finally came into the light, Katara gasped.
"I thought you where dead!" She said through covered mouth. The man stepped forward. Katara felt a smarting pain on her face as
she slowly picked herself up off the floor. Blood slowly trickled down her cheek, from her mouth and nose. She took fighting stace,
her only protection flung off her body as she quickly took crouching tiger form. "It's been an awful long time, Miss Waterbender"
The man said with a scowl, a faint smile on his face.
"What happened to your band of jackasses?" She asked with madness as she spat at his feet. "They are dead. Each and every one of them. Thanks to you, your brother, and that fool you call an Avatar." He said as he flung another throw at her body. The blow hit her in the stomach, knocking her aganist a wall, her head hit the wall. A sickening crack filled the room. She was silent for a couple of seconds before reaturning to her sences. Her eyes open, she sees the form standing above her, a maddening look in his eyes. Sword drawn, ready to pierce her flesh.
"Jet, don't- " Before she could finish her sentence, Jet had driven the sword through her stomach. She coughed, let out a scream, while her blood spattered the ground. "Sayonara..." He said with a cold tone as he took his blade from her body. She lay limp on the cold ground, nothing sheilding her from the world. "Please... don't-" Katara said as he placed a kiss on her lips. "I have always loved you - but I loved my men more... I have taken my revenge for thier souls - and now I shall have what I have always wanted to taste."
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Aang had been searching four hours, but there was no sign of his beloved. In a sudden revelation, her remebered that she had said something about the bath house, but could not remeber what actually was said. So, in all his forgetfullness, he set off toward the bath house, struting as if he was going to claim a million-dollar prize. His head swarmed with thoughts of her clothless, in the water, rubbing almond oil into her skin. He pictured her, floating at the top of the water, a cloud of sweet scented perfurm around her.
As he neared the bath house, he suddenly became aware of his lower regions. A pink blush came accross his cheeks, his throught become itchy, and suddenly the room become to hot to wear clothes. He finally came to the door, slowly he reached for the bronzed ornate handle and pulled the great doors open with great strength.
What he saw left him without breath, without life. The colour drained from his face completely, and his arousal subsidded. A half dressed man
stand over a battered Katara as he slowly fastened his armor toghter. Jet slowly turned around to see Aang. "Ahh, why isn't the Avatar? Aang,
it's been too long." He said as he turned back around to fasten his leather belt around his waist. "What did you do to her!" Aang spat,
sheer anger and hatred contorted his features. "I was just having a little fun before she, well you know, died." Jet said in such a casual way
that is made Aang want to rip out his bowels.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?" Aang demaned once more as he ran to the one her loved. "KATARA! WAKE UP! KATARA!" He screamed at her as he shook her violently. When he recieved no responce from her what so ever, tears formed in his eyes. "JET! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" He said with such rage he had never before felt in his life. When he turned around, Jet was gone. There was not one single trace of him. Aang's shoulder's drooped as he realized he would never see Jet again.
He turned back to Katara. Slowly, he walked and kneeled at her side. "Look and what you've gotten yourself into this time." He said as he picked up her lifeless body, placing her head on his lap. He stroked her blood encrusted hair away from her face. Dried blood covered her body, and littered the ground around her. He scaned her body. His eyes slowly moved from her bruised chest, to her peicered stomach. Aang slowly took off his tunic, folding it to place under her head.
He walked over to the pool of warm water and dipped his hand in, it glowed with a turqouse light. He held his hand out, placing it on her stomach
wound. Keeping it there for as long as he could, performing to the extent of his ability. Whe he moved his hand away, her skin was smooth again,
her stomach once again flat, still the skin puckered from where the wound once was.
He then took off his undershirt, dressing her in it, along with his trousers. He then scooped her up in his arms, carried her back to the room they both shared. All of this had to happen during thier Courtship Rites Vacation. He just had to bring her back to the earth kingdom capitol, because it had the most romantic inns anywhere. He knew the danger that was Jet lurked in the forset that guarded their inn. He knew, but yet he insisted that he bring her hear. Aang cursed at himself for his own stupidity. For his own mistake, the woman that he might have married was now half dead and lying in his arms.
He reached thier room, slidding open the paper door. When inside, he placed her gingerly on thier bed. Once he had her cleaned and clothed,
he tucked her into the folds of thier bedding. He then sat at a chair, not far from her bed. A blanket drapped around his shoulders as he read
and re-read an old air bending scroll. He fell asleep like that.
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TBC...