Hell Bound
A JetXAzula fiction
By: Tira Midori
Azula kicked the earth in a fit of rage. She was angry that she let the Avatar escape; again, and, to top that off, her brother escaped with him! How was she going to fulfill her task at this rate? Her father was going to think she was worthless, just like Zuko. She huffed out a breath, and leaned against a nearby tree, waiting on Mai and Ty-Lee to regroup with her after the fight. Might as well sit here like a bum, there was no way she could handle all those benders alone.
A rustle in the trees caught her ear, and she glanced up with her golden eyes. Wary that she may not be alone, she readied herself in case she would have to use fire bending.
Another rustle to the left. Then the right.
Dropping in front of her just a quickly as lightning was a grungy looking boy, with a ragweed hanging out of his mouth. His hair was messy, but Azula would not deny herself this, the boy was attractive. Not allowing her flirtation senses to take over, she shot fire at this mysterious boy, but he dodged it with ease. Whipping out two hooked swords, he charged at her.
"I have had it up to ying-yang with swords!" Azula muttered angrily, charging back at the boy with a blue flame in her right hand. She was tripped up though, by a random tree root growing out of the ground.
"Ah!" She fell to the ground face first, with a thud. Embarrassed, and nonetheless cornered, she really had no idea what to do. She was taught never to give herself up, but this was going to be a hard situation to get herself out of without her companions. For once she wished to hear Ty-Lee's bubbly, bright voice, and Mai's gothic attitude.
The boy above her smirked.
"Turn over."
She did as she was told, she was stuck for now, but she was planning her escape route.
"Who are you?" He commanded. Azula chuckled to herself.
"I think that it is I that should be asking you who you are." She retorted, only to receive a sword in the neck.
"Tell me who you are!" He continued.
"Princess Azula, daughter of Fire Lord Ozai and Lady Ursa, of the fire nation." She answered monotonous.
The boy smiled a rotten smile.
"And I'm Jet, leader of the freedom fighters. Welcome to Hell, Princess."
For once in her life, she was scared.
Azula awoke later that night to find herself in quite a bind. Tied tightly with ropes, she had no way to fire bend, no way to free herself. She looked around, trying to stay calm, but honestly, she had never been in this situation before. Around her, there were boys that looked like they were part of the "freedom fighters" group that the boy Jet was talking about. They were all sleeping, she must've been here for some time n—
"Well, good evening, your highness." Jet spat, walking over to her from across the room. She glared at him, still fighting with the ropes.
"Let me go," She hissed. "Or you'll wish you had never been born." Jet's lips curled into a sneer and her rubbed his thumb on her pale cheek.
"I don't think that would be fair, Azula, considering how many people you took life from that lived in my village," He said quietly. "Why can't I at least take freedom from you?"
It was no use. The ropes were too tight. She turned her head away from him, wanting badly for his thumb to be off her face.
"Aw, is the princess uncomfortable?" he mocked, angering her. Azula growled and turned her head to face him, a scowl upon it.
But just as she turned her face, his lips met hers in an angry, yet oddly deep kiss. He took her face in his hands and bit and tore at her lips, and Azula tasted warm blood. She tried her best to pull away but he only proceeded even more roughly.
He finally backed away from her, wiping a bit of blood from his mouth.
"How does it feel to be completely helpless?" He turned and began to walk out.
She closed her eyes, her body shaking from fear, a feeling she wasn't used to. Shivers ran down her spine and warm tears formed in her eyes.
This was going to be Hell.
