Chapter 11: Revelation of terror
Sokka finally had found her big opportunity. She scrubbed her Fingers that were speckled with cooling paste, she had burned herself again with the blowtorch, a piece of lead, her father was calling this stuff a eutectic zinc-lead alloy, had almost burned itself through her fingernail. It still was hurting but compared to what she was facing tonight that would not be much hurt at all. She had listened to the blurting of some male coworkers and found out that it was time for the start of the "Republic all school´s night" which was an event of the martial arts association which had formed in the city over the years. While it still was just a regional event and the participating people mostly were amateurs, the event was heralded to be the smithy in which future pro´s were tempered. Sokka was bubbly thinking about seeing legends like Tigerslayer Souji, Barnook of Tjernar or Hiroshi Andao the grandson of the legendary Pi Andao. But seeing celebrities was not what made the "Republic all school´s night" so special and unique. It was the fact that you actually could fight them if you wanted.
At least that was what her colleagues told her, even the famous Councilman Sokka had been humiliatingly defeated by a mere bouncer for two years a row. The only thing Sokka didn´t like was the fact that the "all school´s night" was a weaponless event and Sokka loathed fighting men barehanded. The guys mostly were easily twenty stone heavier than herself, which always led to her being disadvantaged. Of course there were no weight classes in the all school´s night but the only non-heavyweight fighter that ever won the event had been Cuo Feng, a travelling monk from Shao-Lin in Chu Da, who had walked the path of a warrior-monk since his birth. Of course there would be a lot of police, most likely because the event otherwise would have escalated into a legal gang massacre where triad enforcers killed each other over enormous sums of money. Of course Sokka was not wasting a thought about winning the thing, but she was sure that she would be able to make a name for herself in the preliminaries. It should be enough to be able to choose a good dojo where she would train for real. She always had the feeling her father had been going easy on her for all these years. She would have to spend her last yuans onto the ticket, so she definitely would be forced to stay with Korra, Kayar and the others for at least one more month.
Even if the orderly, chatting girls blocked the bathroom for inhumanly long times and tried to stick Sokka into pelt adorned robes, short dresses and other strange clothes on a weekly basis! The young woman dragged out the small tin box that contained her red inkpaste, she stopped. These people are rubbing off an me, definitely they are… Sokka Adachi placed the small item in her working bag. Then she left the bathroom in a heavy woolen Gi, it was a deep burgundy and most likely the last remnant of the Adachi style – as her mother braggingly had titled their dojo. Her father had been less enthusiastic about his profession as a dojo master. "Sokka…you´re…where…going…. with clothing strange?" Korra asked while fumbling around with copper pots. The girl was cooking some kind of fish-stew; she had drawn the shortest straw tonight. "I´m heading out for the all school´s night!" she responded smiling brightly. Kayar was working the night shift this week, so she hadn´t to explain anybody where she was going, which most likely was a good thing. Otherwise she would have defeated five furious opponents before she even left the shabby house!
Nevertheless, Sokka hurried out of the flat, the precious half a yuan slip of paper in her hands. Instead of crouching through dark alleys she directly headed into the spirit vines. He Qui was brimming as she felt stronger than anywhere else. There were strange animals screeching in the vines. Yellow eyes glowing. Furry tails whipping in the corners of her eyes. Also there were strange floating – pines? No that weren´t really pines, Sokka decided to not notice the strange spirits that were residing here. The less she did the more likely she just was ignored. Indeed, she made it through the whole forest without being attacked. Sokka sighed contently and headed in the direction of the Watertribe culture center, which was the initiator of the all school´s night. In the wide parks the rings were erected, soon there were many people wearing gears more or less similar to her. Even if the most of them just came to cheer on their Masters it still was an atmosphere that made Sokka´s spirit soar. She could see the banners advertising the event in the streets. Street arabs hat set up their self-made stalls and offered everything you didn´t need for a fulfilled life. Sokka was way to exited to pay them any attention, but many other people did.
Finally, she arrived at the wooden enclosure of the watertribe cultural center, which looked rather impressive. She would definitely visit it some time, but for today she had much more important business. She had eaten an hour before, warmed herself up by walking fast, if stretching had not been rather embarrassing in front of all these people she definitely would have done it. It was so – FULL – the young woman almost felt threatened by the sheer mass of people trampling around on the still wet cobblestones. Finally, she arrived at the gates where a whole of ten metalbending cops were stationed. Inside the Park most likely would be many more officers Sokka mused. "Eh the hell is a chick like you doin here?" a man asked her – nope – a boy asked her. Just because the dude had a gruffly beard and was half a head taller than herself he wasn´t old! His face looked like sixteen. "Havin fun man? Y´know I´m searchin for a dojo so where better to look huh?" she smirked. The boy laughed.
"N what´s your boyfriend saying to this?" he asked her. Seriously, what kind of nosy retard was this kid? The young woman's eyes were twitching. "If my boyfriend would tell me what to do I´d kick his ass outta my room. And who the fuck has taught you manners? A deaf hippo-cow? Introduce yourself for Koh´s sake!" she rambled. The tall dude was blinking as if she was some kind of strange spirit. "You´re getting it as usual Hiroshi. What did I always tell you…we´ll never understand womankind." Another boy stated silently. He was smaller, and way less barrel chested. Hiroshi frowned and slapped the guy's head. "Oww…resorting to violence will not chance facts, just for the protocol – I´m wondering why I´m even here!" the boy grumbled rubbing his head. He looked cute, different from Hiroshi, who could have easily hired as a bouncer. "Eh, Hiroshi – how bout a challenge, you´n me!" Sokka piped up. Beating the crap out of a tall guy always looked good, especially if you were a girl. Well some conservative idiots of course thought differently but that was another story!
Hiroshi was smiled and responded huskily. "Well I can imagine a good fight with the two of us." Her swung his arm to rest it around Sokkas shoulders, while the other guy turned his head away. His arm was muscular and heavy, also he was stinking after some kind of cheap perfume, Sokka gripped his index finger ducked and twisted his hand, the knuckles were knacking. "In yer dreams Hiroshi – I´m talking about a fight, not about sloppy things – got that?" she responded while the guy was kneading his middle finger grimacing in pain. "You wanna get slammed, hell I´ll totally slam you bitch!" he growled, while some other guys started laughing at him. The interesting boy already had disappeared in the crowd, Sokka Adachi considered it a shame. She smirked "Any time buddy, any time." Sokka huffed her chest, the people were staring, she was annoyed and worked up. "The fuck you´re staring at? Gods, I´ve got some fights to attend." She huffed and walked up to the crowd. Almost everybody was taller than she but that did not intimidate Sokka the least. She gently tapped the side of some middle aged man. "Move aside pal?" she asked as sweet as possible, Sokka Adachi wasn´t very subtle. "Uh…hm yeah. Of course." He responded caught slightly off guard. The young woman passed the man, the people had started blabbering.
"Damn….that was a hot bitch, bro." "What the fuck is wrong with women today?" "What was this even about!" "No Meiji, that´s not what martial arts is about, it´s about respect." Sokka tilted her head. Damn hot she was! She decided to ignore the rest of the comments. After squeezing herself though tons of mostly well nurtured citizens she finally arrived at one of the five challenger rings. She walked up to the officer who was seated behind a wooden desk in the only area that was not that crowded – the registering area. Sokka scanned it discretely. The most of the guys standing in line were, big, some of them were kissing girls and boasting their strength in slightly drunken stupor but what worried Sokka were five guys clad in white gi´s. There stood Kaburage written over their backs – the kaburage followed an old karate style that was basically refined brawling! Sokka sighed, most likely the other rings would not look better, heck if she wanted to earn the golden fan guys like these weren´t allowed to pose a challenge at all. Sokka stood in queue. Another man lined in behind. She was not noticed at first, because many of the fighters were chatting with their wife´s girlfriends or other people. She had almost reached the desk as a guy tumbled into her. "Ey take care man." She rambled. The man turned. He wore a green Gi with some strange pelt ornaments. "Of course I´m taking care. And what are you doing here anyways? Just stand outside the line like all the other girls do, what´s so difficult about that?" he sighed slightly annoyed. "It´s bad enough everybody here treats a tournament like some barbecue!" he griped.
"I´m standing in the queue because I´m waiting so I´m the only girl here that has a right to stand here – in honor of your strange protocol" she deadpanned. The guy stared at her disbelieving. "The republic all school´s night isn´t some girl cuddling entertainment party, you´ll just get beaten to a pulp!" he blurted. "He, who´ll get fucked up!" some other guys turned and again Sokka Adachi was the center of public attention. "A GIRL – I should fight a GIRL? There must be a rule against this officer!" a poorly dressed guy slurred. What had her father told her – right, kill this kind of fuckers! "Hey fuckwad – this GIRL is hearing you. How bout we discuss who the lil girly is – Huh?" She responded. "Are you…scared?" she taunted the guy. Most of the other fighters also seemed rather uneasy about a woman entering their rows, while some of them were obviously eager to teach Sokka some "respect" the most just were confused. Sokka had to admit that she herself would also have mixed feelings if she should fight a child – and to most men women were like children – something they had to protect.
Nevertheless, Sokka Adachi would not want any man to hold back on her, she was here to fight and of course she expected the same from her opponents. The man was sputtering. "Ha – I – afraid from a lil bitch like you? Know you place woman or I´ll decide to show it to you!" he rambled. Some guys started laughing, some blew in the same horn. "What kind of honorless scum would fight a woman!" the guy in green fumed, while Sokka frowned. She wanted that dude in front of her knuckles, even more than the assholes who hurled insults! "Eh frogman, I don´t need your protection, got that!" she snarled staring at him. The man was most likely some years older than she herself. He looked rather good, if one ignored the crooked nose and two missing teeth. His green eyes seemed cold, like this super expensive jade from Gao Ling. He was staring at Sokka intently, her heart sped up as she fought a blush. The guy gulped and scratches his stubbly beard. "B-But it´s wrong!" he responded with the sincerity of an adorable five year old. "Don´t be ridiculous – I´m fighting here because I want it, otherwise I wouldn´t be here! Spirits, if a girl can drink sake she also can handle a straight right." Sokka griped strode up and stared at the officer. The elderly man sighed and shoved over the paper. "Papers." He responded, Sokka handed him her identity card. He looked over the greyish piece of paper and stuffed it into a box along with the other fighter's cards. The ring looked empty and clean. Sokka left the area and took a closer look. Different from her homely ring this one was square, also it had side guards consisting out of tough looking ropes.
It looked more spacious, but you had to be very careful because it was easily possible to be cornered. Sokka pulled out two long pieces of black cloth. She skillfully started bandaging her hands. The man in green of course already wore bandages! He was clenching his right hand nervously. The drunkards of course were already sitting in front of the ring and rambled. They wanted to fight and not wait for more contestants to register. Since a crowd had gathered around the ring Sokka supposed the opening ceremony would not last long any more. She also suspected this because a group of ten men jumped the queue. They wore gi´s or loincloths. Damn this, what were Sumo guy´s doing here? Was this even a martial art? The Sumo dudes were monsters, easily twice Sokka´s weight. How should you beat something like THAT up? Some of the drunkards seemed to think different. "Eh look at those fatsos." One of the giggled. "Eh pops – you´re still shitting your diapers?" they mocked. There were muscles tensing beyond the fat – monstrous muscles as Sokka observed gulping. The guy in green was talking with some other guys or more likely, they were talking with him despite he did not want to. It seemed he was some kind of celebrity. Sokka did not give a fuck about this though – the all school´s night taught that there were no celebrities in the ring. Then three metalbending cops positioned themselves in front of the ring, while the traditionally clad referee climbed over the ropes.
He started chanting in the wet language and splashed some water and salt across the ring. It looked rather spiritual to Sokka, who smiled content. Soon it would begin, she would make a name in this city! Then he changed back into plain Guang Zhu. "Now the spirits a pleased and may watch upon the warriors who face each other as a sign of friendship I will announce the first match." The man reached for the iron pot and drew two names. Sokkas heart was pounding. "Isiko Hakawa against Arrrlaq son of Yurrik." The man announced. Sokka was disappointed as one of the Kaburage guys got up and climbed into the ring. He looked rather cocky. His opponent was wearing a bluish gear and looked rather hesitant. It was obvious he did not want to fight his first opponent but nevertheless he climbed into the ring. "Remember the rules worthy fighters, biting and killing techniques are forbidden. The one who taps out has lost." He stated the rules and then blew into a horn which was skillfully carved out of a yak horn. The Karburage fighter approached, left hand palm extended, right hand balled a fist. The other guy fell into a fluid kick-boxing stance and was dancing in the ring while the other guy methodically closed the distance. The Audience started placing bets, almost everybody was going for the Kaburage fighter. "Come at me like a man!" the man in white yelled, while the blue clad guy threw a fit of faints and kept out of range barely. He was dodging expertly, also his low kicks were well executed, but the sturdy legs of a Kaburage Fighter easily could take things like this. In Kaburage your legs were beaten with watered sticks day in day out, even Sokka knew that. "Arrlaq son of Yurrk, stop evading the fight please." The referee responded and the audience started cheering.
That was bad news – they were really into this close quarter bullshit. Sokka bit her bottom lip – and she had hoped to wear those sumo guys out by simply running away from them until she stood a chance. While she was lost in thoughts she heard a clashing sound from the ring. Arrlaq son of Yurrik was cramping the leg of his opponent with a pained grimace. The Karateka struck with his right, there was the knocking stone of a fist meeting stone, but his opponent broke his stance. The both men were on the floor. The Kaburage fighter turned with his leg still locked, and started sitting atop his opponent who yelled in Pain as his broken ribs were squeezed. The man in white rose his hand for another powerful blow on the boxers back, but the boxer tapped. The fighter rose and bowed formally. "My pleasure." He responded in nidhongo, while his opponent tried to get back on his feet whimpering. The audience wasn´t really thrilled about the fight. Arrlay son of Yurrik stumbled out of the ring with a bleeding forehead and broken ribs. "See, that is a real fight. Do you really want to ruin your pretty face like that? For what – guy´s won't even like you if you behave like this." This annoying frog. Sokka turned cocking an eyebrow. "And what´s your role in this play – the prince who saves the damsel in distress?" she mocked the man, whose cheeks were coloring slightly. "And by the way – that´s a Kaburage fighter. You just don´t try boxing against those guys, it´s like beating rocks!" she snorted. The man smiled. "I could take down anyone of these small fries. I´m of the southern sword´s academy." He stated dryly.
Sokka almost dropped her jaw. THE southern sword´s academy? Like in - the heir´s of Pi Andao? "Th-THE academy?" she responded almost drooling, she would kill to enter this school. He chuckled. "Indeed. You´re not so different from other girls it seems." He stated. Sokka frowned but chugged down a snarky response – she would not start bickering with a stranger. There were three other fights which were more entertaining. Two Kaburage guys beat the shit out of each other until they were bleeding like cow swine and one simply threw the other one outside the ring. His opponent did not yield but challenge him again, so that the members of their own school had to separate the snarling men from each other. Also there were two of the street kids who yelled more at each other than anything else. The people were laughing themselves silly, including Sokka. The only one's griping were the referee and frogman. Then suddenly Sokkas name was called. She straightened herself and walked up to the ring. There was a sound whistling through the audience. Sokka breathed and looked at her opponent, the man was huge. "You´re crazy!" frog man yelled and then flushed a bright red as the crowd stared on him. Sokka entered the ring, easily slipping through the ropes. Her opponent was a thug incarnate. He wore a rugged tank top along with wide, puffy trousers. His arms were covered in tattoos and he was smiling devilish. He was licking his lips.
"Damn that´ll be just like a day on work." He spit in his palms. Sokka´s blood was boiling already. There was the beginning sound of the tsungi horn. Her opponent just charged her obviously confident in his superior muscle. Sokka stood there almost casually, her muscles were tensing. She would end this with one assault, the man was wiry but nothing close too muscular. Screaming he pulled back his arm, she was rather sure that was a faint. She lifted her foot and turned her upper body while delivering the hardest sidekick she could manage. There was a booming sound and a heavy impact, that made Sokka fall. It did not hurt; her opponent was on top of her gasping for air. Sokka grabbed his long hair and head-butted him. He jelled as Sokka punched his temples forcefully. The hits shook her bones. The man was dizzily groping for her face, she easily gripped a finger and bowed him back. The man screamed and tapped before he could stop himself. "And Sokka Adachi takes victory." The referee declared. Sokka had wiggled herself free and rose as the panting man grabbed her Gi. "We´re not finished bitch – whores like you…" he yelled and landed a straight hit in her belly as the audience started booing. Sharp Pain exploded in her stomach, Sokka snarled as she tensed her muscles and packed another Punch, she lifted her right leg across the man´s outstretched hand that was gripping her sash. Then she lowered herself while pulling the forearm upward with al her might. The man screamed like a stabbed boar as she broke his arm . She let go panting. "Shut the fuck up asshole. Go cry like the prissy ya are!" she yelled and fought the urge to kick him in the ribs. The referee, who was a rather sturdy teacher of the sword´s academy grabbed the thug and threw him out of the ring.
"Get lost you scoundrel – and if we ever see you again on our grounds we´ll not show restraint against a brute like you! The thug was laying on his back, crying and wheezing. Sokka frowned. Why the hell could this fucktard not show some restraint! "Sokka Adachi emerges as victor. Please leave the ring my Lady." He responded nodding courtly. Sokka left the ring, damn it her Abs were hurting – this asshole had landed quite the punch. But she had to expect being injured of course. Frogman nevertheless was eying her like a floating badgermole as she walked down the stairs of the ring and returned towards the fighter's area. Even the Kaburage guys were looking at her. They still were swaggering but they actually had noticed her, which was quite something. " Shall I call the nurse for you?" the green clad idiot asked again. "No." Sokka responded dryly. Nurse – she had brawled worse as a child. "You´re sure. It´s very dangerous for women to be beaten in the belly!" he stated gravely. "Gods damn it – you´re not my father!" Sokka snarled. "I guess Horija has the hots for you girlie." One of the hulking Sumo fighters responded. Horija seemed to take this personal.
"The fuck – I´m behaving like a gentleman Ho-Shin and nothing more!" He growled staring up at the massive man who was eying him with a challenging frown. "keep your anger until we face each other in the ring." He chuckled fiercely. "And your father definitely would be worrying more about you ruining your health and being unable to bear children." Frogman added hurt. Sokka snorted "Geez – my father taught me how to fight in the first place, dork!" While Sokka enjoyed bantering with the green clad idiot and the wrestler. "See, that´s the spirit." He responded dryly while frogman was close to exploding. "How can a man beat his own daughter!" her fumed, Sokka was giggling incoherently. Where under the sun did people like this guy exist – he behaved like he sprung out of an adventure novel! The wrestler was also chuckling, his belly wobbling amused. That fatso was quite the guy Sokka thought interested, he had humor and also he was quite the athlete, his arms and legs were bulging muscle, even if they were fat too.
"Ho Shin, against Hin-Shi-Mi, the orator spoke and the audience broke in hysterics. This Hi-Shi-Min guy was one of the Kaburage disciples and stormed into the ring while beating his chest like a gorilla goat. The wrestler shrugged. "I guess this is going to be – fun." He spoke grimly and made his way towards the ring. His face looked as if he was carrying the world on his shoulders. Sokka looked doubtfully, she had not heard many impressing things about sumo. Nevertheless this Ho Shin guy was giving off the vibes of a real fighter. The Kaburage fighter was standing tall right palm extended left fist ready to strike. Ho Shin crouched into some kind of horse stance. His fists touching the floor. Then the gong thundered and the clumsy, fat man shot forward like an avalanche. Sokka didn´t want to believe her eyes. The Kaburage fighter evaded with a hazy step but Ho Shin grabbed his sash and threw him onto the floor with an elegant circling movement of his arm. The other man kicked against his thighs with a smacking sound. He tried to rise but the wrestler simply smacked him against the head while he took a straight hit in his belly. A hit that would have sent Sokka to the floor for good. The guy did not even budge an inch. And instead started grappling with his smaller, nimbler opponent. The men were sweating as much as the people who watched them as sudden thunder struck twice.
There was blood spraying in the air and the fighters collapsed. "NOBODY MOVES!" a Man yelled. Sokka felt nothing, as her eyes flew wide and time seemed to stop. There was thunder ringing somewhere everywhere, her eyes were piping. She looked at a man holding strange weaponry. He held something that was not bigger than his arm and had nine rotating barrels, it looked like a miniature of these "cannons" the prawling tiger held. The people were yelling in panic. These things could rotate around a short spear with a glinting blade. The man moved expertly, Sokka heard a rough yell as the man walked up on the ring and took a piece of red chalk out of his pocked. He wrote. "Remember the squirreltoad" on the ring. Some of the fighters started running away, the man did not do anything. He simply turned and fired into the kneeling crowd where yells of pain erupted. The barrels were turning, Sokka yelled and threw herself on the ground, there were bleeding people and this monster looked like he was filling out forms at his office. The man spoke "Don´t oppose a god of war who has descended from the plains of Shan Gri La!" Sokka was blinking as the frogman charged at the guy yelling.
The man moved fast, his heavy weapon whizzing though the air. It impaled itself in the other man´s chest. He went down gargling, spitting blood out of his heaving chest. There was silence just one old man stood up. "Why- why are you doing this? We haven´t done anything." He responded with a trembling voice. The man slowly crossed the distance, he was on guard. "Because I´m sending a message." He stated. Then he cut the man's throat with a swift motion. Nobody dared to move, except Sokka who yelled in a fury she had never known before. She charged at this monstrosity she would rip apart. Her voice broke as she yelled "DIE!" again and again, while the winds started to roar in her ears. The man turned but was toppled by her first air blast. Sokka struck again and again, the hissing blasts meeting the man like invisible fists. He tried to defend himself but could do nothing but endure the bending of the young woman who slowly closed the distance. He suddenly hurled his weapon in her direction but Sokka ducked tumbling and the spear impaled itself in a woman's thigh behind her. She was screaming. The now defenseless man was assaulted by the thugs that had pissed their pants before.
They mercilessly kicked and punched the screaming man, who became silent shorty after. Nevertheless, the people started fleeing while everywhere was chaos. Sokka stood there frozen. People had died, she had seen them being brutally slaughtered. Nevertheless, she was feeling nothing – just the heart that was hammering in her chest like mad. She was trembling, her breath coming in shaggy. Sokka Adachi stood there and walked towards the man clad in green…the bravest man she had ever met. He wasn´t brave now, he was dying. Tears running out of his eyes while his face slowly turned blue. There was was blood coming out everywhere and Sokka just stood there without a clue. She felt genuinely helpless she couldn´t move. The man was muttering incomprehensible words. Sokka bowed town mechanically. She tried to calm him, pressed him on the ground, her hands damp from his blood. The man struggled at first, then he stopped moving. Sokka Adachi did not know that she was wiping a dead man´s face clean. Suddenly there was a cold hand on her Shoulder. She turned yelling and threw an elbow. There was a rattling sound as the armored woman went down. A hissing metal cable whipped through the air like a snake and tied Sokkas arms around her chest. "Calm dow.." the woman rose from the ground as Sokka exhaled and a torrent of air almost knocked the woman from her feet.
Than the air was knocked out of her lungs by a ball of earth that was bigger than her head. Sokka Adachi started sobbing, she did not want to die…she wanted home. The cable disappeared from her upper body. "K-killed the…the people…bammm…" she started crying again "Want to daddy." She whimpered rather childish. She felt somebody pat her head. "It´s ok kid. Worst is over now." A harsh voice spoke. The voice was brimming with pain, too. "I´ll bring you home. We´re cleaning up the…" the cops voice broke. "bodies. Those sick bastards. Why – why do you do something like that?" Sokka asked. She felt sad, frightened and furious at once. Why would humans commit such a crime? What was their gain? "I don´t know kid…I don´t know." The woman replied. Sokkas eyes had cleared again and she saw who had picked her up. She looked down onto the woman, who was around her father's height.
She was old and had a scarred face, her green eyes were hard as rock, as was the scowl that had settled on a face that once had been pretty. Sokka grit her teeth and wiped her puffy eyes. It was time to man up – she could cry enough when she was alone, or with her father. She should behave like an adult woman and keep her shit together! The woman suddenly stared at her with blinking eyes. "Do we know each other? I could swear I´ve seen you somewhere." She responded. Sokka straightened herself. "Nope, I take after my ma people say." She responded and strode in the direction she believed the exit of this cursed park was in. The cop followed her silently. "Where are you living?" she asked Sokka. The young woman blinked. Her head was empty. She furrowed her brows and tried to concentrate, to push away the part of her that wanted to curl up under a blanket an never leave it again. "I´m new in town – my father lives somewhere close to the dragonflats, yeah..Teung road." She responded as she remembered the name of his street. The cop furrowed her brows shortly, but then sighed. "Let´s go, I don´t got the whole day." She snarled. "I´m sorry…I…I… lost five…. Men… today." She responded, while her face was twitching. She forced a grim expression back on. Sokka gulped.
"I´m sorry Miss Officer." She responded. The woman snorted and walked on, neither of the two women felt like talking. There was a satomobile the officer seated herself in. Men in leather aprons an rubber gloves arrived. " Aye Chief." They saluted. Sokka blinked. "You´re Chief Bei Fong?" she responded slightly taken abhack. "Yes." Her subordinates responded. "Didn´t you know that – I´m more than famous enough." She stated in a tone that should have sounded snarky, it just sounded battered. The engine awoke with a blubbering sound after Chief bei Fong had opened the gasoline vent and propelled the small creak for the ignition. She started driving, it was the first time Sokka was riding a satomobile on a seat. She did not care for a shim, she just wanted to get home as fast as possible. "No – I´d always imagined you younger." Sokka responded absent. Whenever her father spoke of this woman – which was the case rather seldom – he called her Linny. Chief Bei Fong furrowed her brows. "WHO the FUCK are you kid!" she demanded to know and stopped the car in the middle of the street.
"You´ll answer me at once or we´ll going to have a talk at the headquarters." She threatened Sokka. The young woman rose her chin. "I´ve not killed this monstrosity – sadly I haven´t." she responded with clenched fists and burning eyes. "You can´t arrest me for nothing Chief Bei Fong. My name is Adachi Sokka, if you want to know." She responded. The Cops face dropped, she looked like a fish. "Heavens!" was the only thing she managed to say. Under different circumstances Sokka would have brimmed with self-satisfaction but so there was just exhaustion sitting in her body, exhaustion and a pressure she had never felt before. "So your parents have returned to republic city." She responded sighing. "Well – I´ll just drop you off – I know they might value their privacy." She responded formal. Sokka didn´t respond anything to that, she wanted to be alone with her father, at least for tonight. "don´t think my dad would mind if you visited some other day." She shrugged. The policewoman was gripping the steering wheel harshly. „I don´t think that´ll be a good idea. Lee drew a line 20 years ago so I´ll will not be the one who steps over it, if even Yumi doesn´t!" she responded determined.
Sokka blinked. What was she talking about, her mother was dead? Her parents lived in Lau An 20 years ago, she was not even born. "You lived in Lau an?" she asked quizzically. Lin Bei Fong just snorted. "No, of course not." She grumbled. "I don´t like this topic, if you want to walk home keep on bringing it up." She snarled, while her green eyes locked onto the street. Usually this would have been nothing but food for Sokkas defiant streak but today she was not interested in fights. So she just sat there as the car rumbled through the streets of Republic Citys outskirts. Chief Bei Fong looked strange as they arrived in front of the address. "Thank you!" Sokka made a short bow and then she opened the door, she heard the bubbling motor speed up again. Sokka rushed upstairs until she reached the wooden door of her father's flats, she hammered against the wood harshly. Nobody opened the door. So she sat down exhausted and stared into nothingness. She felt cold and tired but she feared closing her eyes because if she did she saw the blood again. The young woman shivered and tugged on her Gi´s revers. Where in the ninety-nine hells was her bloody father! Sokka Adachi blinked as a lone tear rolled down her chair and she tried to sob – but the sobs just wouldn´t come out. They were looming inside her body.
Authors note: I hope that was intense, and now we have a lead for the first time – right…So any theories about the story to come? I´m interested in your opinions people!