Hell Bound

Chapter two

After much ado the next morning, Jet untied Azula, allowing her to stay in a fire-proof room.

"What does having me have to do with you getting revenge?" Azula asked quietly that night, while Jet was sitting in the room with her. Jet glanced up to her, his eyes locked on her face, then her lips that still had marks on them from where he bit her the night before.

"It makes me feel better." He said roughly. He went back to cleaning his swords, while Azula filed her nails, making them sharp as knives. She wondered what Ty-Lee and Mai were doing…

Elsewhere…

"This is not good, this is really bad!" Ty-Lee exclaimed, looking around their base. "Where is Azula?" Mai sighed, and sat down, opening a bag of fire flakes.

"Calm down. Remember that day she left us to go shopping alone so she wouldn't have to buy us anything? She probably left to do that again." Mai said, popping some flakes into her mouth. She rolled her eyes when her words of comfort took no reside in Ty-Lee.

"She could be in danger!"

Mai laughed.


Sleeping in the shack Jet had was a different story. Azula could never get comfortable, or warm. In the day time, it would be nice outside, but at night…the temperature dropped at least to 40 degrees. She shivered, staring at the ceiling and trying to make out shapes and words, trying to figure out a way to get home. When she finally dozed off it was short-lived, because she felt someone press themself to her, putting an arm around her waist. She opened her eyes and glanced back to see Jet, and was dumbfounded.

"Jet! What—"

"Shh…you'll wake Smellerbee." He pointed to the young girl in the corner. "I could tell you were cold, and I know it gets cold in here, just go to sleep, bitch." He said. Azula's eyes widened at the name he used, but Jet only silenced her again. She rolled her eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but this time surprisingly, it was easier.


She woke the next morning to find herself alone again, but not cold. Far from cold. She sat up and found a small bowl of oatmeal sitting by the door, and it was warm. She scrambled to it, now remembering her agonizing hunger. She wolfed down the food, and then tossed the bowl to the side, sitting down on the floor and trying to figure out something to occupy herself. She glanced at herself in a mirror across the room, finding her hair rather messy. She took it down and ran her fingers through her black silky hair. She frowned; she never missed her friends so much. Pulling her hair around to one side of her face, she closed her eyes and let a few tears fall that she had been fighting. Just as she let them fall, the door slammed open, and an angry looking Jet stood in the doorway. She looked up at him and chuckled.

"What are you mad about, jungle boy?" She smirked, and looked to the doorway, wondering if she could get out. He walked over to her and yanked her up by her collar and kissed her deeply, hands running through her black tresses. She was caught off guard, but didn't pull away.

"Damnit, princess!" Jet pulled back and turned his back on her. Azula stared at his back, dumbfounded.

"What was---"

"Get out of here!" He left the door open and ran out. Azula stared at the door, not wanting to leave as she had been only moments ago.

What was more important?

Love…or honor?