Hello again everyone! Well here chapter 3 I hope ya'll like it!

Disclaimer: Believe me peoples all I own is a T.V., a crapped up room, a few

nick-nacks, and two birds. So believe me when I say that I DO NOT OWN AVATAR! (Though I wish I could own it.)

A/N: This is to answer the questions people have asked me in the reviews:

.Zuko's hair is grown out in my story NOT IN A PONYTAIL!

.At the moment Zuko is NOT traveling with Iroh.

.Why Aang and the rest left will be written later in the story.

.And when Katara is "arguing" with herself she's actually fighting with her conscience. The stuff in italics is her own mind (that's the really crappy spoiled voice) and the stuff that's written regular is her heart or conscience (that's the really nice and sensitive voice).

I hope that cleared something's up. Okay back to the story…

Chapter 3

"Rise and shine sleepy head!" squeaked a chipper voice.

Katara groaned at the sound of it. "Please let me sleep." she grumbled, turning on her side.

"Sweety, you've been sleeping for nearly two days, I think it's time you wake up." The nurse pulled the covers off the bed. Katara grumbled as she sat up from her comfortable pillow. She had to squint to look around the room for the sun shown brightly through the windows.

'It must be past mid-day already.' Katara thought sleepily.

'Yeah, great job stupid! You slept the whole day away!'

'How can you be such a pain in the-'

"So did you sleep well?" Squeaked the nurse.

'NO!' her mind screamed, 'YOU CALL THIS A HOSPITLE! MORE LIKE HOSPICE!'

"Yes, as I matter of fact I did." Katara politely lied. The nurse smiled.

"Well, you'll be happy to know that your wound is fully bandaged and is well taken care of. So you may leave any time you'd like or if you feel like you need more time to recuperate you may stay."

Katara thought about this for a moment.

'I say we go! This place is a freak gazette! And if this chipper pipper smiles at me one more time I'll scream!'

'All though it pains me to say this but I agree with Miss-No-It-All. This place gives me the creeps! I say we leave too!'

"I think I'm ready to go." Katara said standing from her bed.

The nurse grinned, "Follow me." She walked out the door, Katara followed closely behind her. "You know," said the nurse as they walked down the hallway, "you're a very lucky girl. That wound was very deep and infected. If the boy hadn't brought you here when he did you may not have survived."

Katara snorted, "Yeah, how very noble of him," her words dripped with sarcasm.

"He left this morning by the way." The nurse added as they reached the front door.

"Who?" Katara asked confused.

The nurse smiled, "Your friend. You know, the boy that brought you here."

Katara frowned, "He's not my friend." She said rather bitterly.

The nurse merely shrugged, "Oh well, it's none of my business to ask personal questions." She slid the door open to let Katara out, "Now you be careful out there missy," the nurse whispered as she pushed Katara though the doorway, "this isn't exactly the safest town for pretty girls like you. Have a great day!" And with that she slammed door and locked it back.

Katara frowned back at her.

'WENCH!'

Katara rubbed her temples; she really didn't have time for this. Her stomach suddenly gave a low rumble. It was then she remembered that she hadn't eaten anything since the gang left her three days ago! She had to find something to eat fast.

'Oh gee! Ya think!'

"Oh, will you shut up." Katara muttered under her breathe as she turned to walk down the street. It was then she took notice the town she was in… and she nearly came close to barfing right then and there.

Stone houses crumbled on either side of the street, their windows shattered and dirty. Tick and flee covered dogs ran every which direction, small rag and mud covered children played on rotten broads and logs while the adults shopped at the vendor carts lined in the center road. The air reeked with mud, body odor, decay, and crap.

'Oh, my God! This place looks like a crap hole!' her mind shrieked in disgust.

Katara couldn't help but agree this place was a crap hole! She slowed her walk as she passed the vendors carts.

"Fresh fish!" one grizzly looking vendor shouted, a pink salmon squeezed in his hand, its blood dribbled down his hairy arm, "we catch 'im you by 'im!"

"Tropical birds!" crooned a beautiful gypsy, "bring paradise home with you."

"Get your tribal masks right here folks!" an old drunkard growled, "Ancient tribal masks right here!"

"Authentic kimonos," another one shouted, this vendor looked like a bird, "handmade kimonos right here folks!" these caught Katara's attention. "Ah! Hello there young lady!" the vendor squawked as Katara approached his cart. "Would you be interested in buying one of my kimonos?" the man reeked with the smell of body odor.

"Just looking." Katara gagged as she inspected a beautiful blue and silver kimono. It was when she was browsing that Katara got the feeling someone was watching her. She turned on her heel to see three boys not standing to far away from her position.

They didn't look much older than herself. The first one was rather fat and was sitting on the ground nudging the dirt with his foot, the second one was very tall and was picking his nails with a cruel looking dagger, but it was the last one that made Katara's spine shiver. He stood against the wall, his arms folded across his bare chest. Long dust slung hair hung in his face, mud splattered his worn out pants. His black eyes locked onto her blue ones.

Katara turned her back to the trio, trying to ignore their stares, but it was impossible. So in the end she decided it was best to just leave the Kimono Cart and head to another street. But she had to find food somewhere and something in the very bottom of her gut told her not to bye it from the vending carts.

"Excuse me?" Katara asked the bird looking vendor, "but do you know where I could find something to eat. That's not on a cart." She added quickly.

The vendor frowned in thought, "I think there's a bar down the street, first building on your left."

"Thank you." Katara smiled, she turned on heel and walked slowly down the crowded street, but little did she know that not far behind her, she was being watched and followed.

After a few minuets of being pushed and jolted by the bustling crowd, Katara finally made it to a small bar. It was very crowned and rank with the smell of sweat and smoke. Small tables and chairs were scattered in various places in the room; but Katara chose the one closest to the door, just in case she had to make a quick leave if something went wrong.

'Of course in this rat hole of town I'm surprised you haven't been mobbed yet!'

"Will you please shut up?" Katara growled as a waitress came up to her.

Katara had just enough money to get a piece of bread and water, but that was better than nothing. Katara ate quietly as she watched person after person come in and order food, tea, and, the most popular drink, beer. This made Katara slightly uncomfortable, for the drunker the men got, the crazier they acted.

"Hey, baby!" one said making kissy noises to Katara. "How 'bout a little kiss?"

Katara just ignored them; so eventually they stopped and moved on to another girl. After Katara finished her tiny meal, she left her last two gold pieces on the table and walked out the door.

But as she passed the alley way that separated the bar from the street, an arm came flying out around the corner and latched itself around her neck. Katara tried to scream but a hand quickly covered her mouth and pulled her into the dark alleyway, where she was met by two very deadly black eyes. It was the boy from the vending carts, the one who had been staring at her.

"You're not going anywhere hot stuff." The voice hissed like a snake. The boy suddenly through Katara against the wall pinning her body with his, he slapped her across the face. "You're not going anywhere till we have some fun."

Katara felt her heart freeze as the other boys she had seen approached her from out of the darkness. One pulled out the sharp, jagged dagger and placed it against her throat. Katara felt tears run down her cheeks, she was outnumbered, helplessly pinned, and completely out of water to bend. And the worst part about it, no one knew she was in danger. She was alone. All alone.

Well there is chapter 3! What will happen to Katara? Why did the gang leave her behind? Will Katara escape from danger? Find out in the next chapter! (I'll tell ya this; the gang leaves her for the dumbest reason on earth!)