Alone Together: A Collection of Shattered Hearts
For My Crimes
10/20/14
They deserve it, all of them. They deserve to suffer like she has, to die slowly and painfully, without ever seeing their element again.
She hadn't meant for it to go this far. She had wanted to settle down somewhere nice and live alone with her demons, try and pick up the pieces and live. This town was nice, if not a little warm. And it was filled with the monsters, strutting around like water-filled sacks.
How easy it'd be to pop them, to release their precious life liquid in a burst of red.
But she doesn't.
She collects instead, hordes them. She hides them under the mountain, where their screams can't be heard. In the dark, bound and useless, away from their damnable sun. There, she lets them suffer as she had. Many die, whether from starvation or exposure, they die nonetheless. She collects her monsters, her little puppets, and for once, she is in control.
Then the moon went red and disappeared.
She feels it in her very soul, her very being, and suddenly she feels so very, very small and empty. Like a bowstring snapping, her bending vanishes, her sanity dying with it. And then, the next moment later, her bending returns to her.
Her sanity remains lost. A punishment from the spirits, no doubt. But she decides she doesn't care.
Hama takes her revenge when she can, and makes it hurt.
A/N: An idea I love to think about is "What did Hama think, or the world for that matter, when the moon turned red and vanished? Verb tense in this one kept tripping me up, so excuse that. And yes, this was started a while ago, and only now finished.