HOMAHGOSH! I'm sorry that this and the 1st chappy are late in being put up O.o. At first I had the 1st chap. All ready to go like, a month or 2 ago, then when I asked my friend to beta it for me she forgot to and told me to just go ahead and post it. Well I haven't had a lotta time to post it what with school and homework and shit like that to do, but now I'm writing this, at like, 1 in the morning so…BE THANKFUL!
Sorry if this chap sucks D: The 1st one was good to me, but since I made the 1st one, no real flow of inspiration has hit me since. My writing and drawing is all thanks to my muse, who, like a stray cat, comes and goes whenever she wants, and every time she does come, tells me these amazing stories which I later type or helps guide my hand in a drawing. And then before I know it she's taken off again, not to be heard from for a long while, leaving me to wonder if she'll ever come back. But I digress…
Hope you like this chap my lovelies:D Please review it afterwards!
-Ch. 2 Sick-
A dream, a dream of nothingness was what Zuko was seeing now. Everything was black, he didn't know if he was asleep and aware, or awake and his body was just refusing to work. Either way when he felt something cold drop and slide down into his ear, he flinched and groaned, limbs moving as though that one drop had awaken it from a paralytic sleep.
He used his fists to pull himself up, the ground under him was freezing, and he rubbed his eyes and opened them, only to find that the darkness under his lids matched the darkness in this place. He sat himself up on his knees, trying to focus his eyes to the lack of light. He looked about as best he could, and tapped on the nearest wall, it responded with a hollow clunking noise that echo through the cramped space.
So this room was made of metal it seemed, strong too considering the lack of rusty smell in the air.
He put his hang down on the floor, feeling that it too was metal; he sighed and pulled his knees into his chest, hugging them and burying his head into them. He didn't like this at all, this place, it was too quite. Why was he here? Then again, how had he gotten here?
He moved his sight to the wall ahead of him, letting his eyes adjust to the lack of light, starting to see the corners of the flat surface and things around it, objects on the floor that he wasn't particularity keen to find out were.
What time was it? What day was it? How long had he been here? Did uncle notice he had gone? Had he even gone to look for him? Millions more questions whizzed through Zuko's head, one crashing into another in an endless pattern of waves of curiosity and, to his anger, fear. Fear he had no control over the situation.
He was defenseless…
Suddenly, a noise, like a large door opening was heard, Zuko turned to see faint light pour though bars of a tiny window of the cell's door. He scrambled up, legs shaking slightly from lack of use, and walked over to the door. He grabbed the bars on the small window and stood on tiptoe, trying to see out. His glaze turned to somebody, a man in armor and a hat, walking down the hallway, hands behind his back and eyes toward the ground.
Zuko growled, and before he could stop himself, his temper let out when he yelled to the man, "YOU! TELL ME, WHERE AM I? WHO ARE YOU? WHY AM I HERE?" He bared his teeth and clenched the bars of the cell angrily.
The man looked up, calm and cool toward Zuko. He then stated in a cold voice, "I don't need to answer to a pathetic brat like you, besides, your questions will be answered soon enough…" and with that, the man continued walking, past Zuko's door and on to a large door near the end of the hallway.
"WAIT, COME BACK HERE, DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME! YOU COWARD! BASTARD! DOG!" Zuko screamed and yelled and swore at the guard until his voice was becoming hoarse, but the man continued to ignore him, and walked through the door, slamming it behind him.
The faint light that had come through the hallway faded away till Zuko was left in nothing but darkness again. He breathed heavily, still full of pent up anger. He growled, and then turned from his door, yelling and throwing a punch into the air in front of him, a burst of fire coming from it then fading back into nothing. He hissed through his teeth and then flopped back down onto the ground, sitting with legs and arms crossed. He leaned onto the wall behind him, and let him mind wander to other things. It was better not to think about what just happen. He needed to relax; it wasn't going to help being angry now. He needed to clear his head, think straight, figure out a way out of here…
God damnit he wanted to blow something up…
He shut his eyes, breathing in and out through his nose, although the smell was horrible around here. Just needed to relax, take his mind off this for now, easy Zuko…
"Nnnghhh…."
Zuko's eyes snapped open. How? How could he not have noticed it? Somebody else was in here, with him…
That's when it all came back to him…
"Of course…" he smirked; the Avatar was stuck in here with him.
He stood and blinked, trying to get some clue as to where the Avatar was, he walked carefully across the small room until his foot touched something. He took a step back, and then crouched down. He could make out the outline of his enemy, lying in the corner, knees pulled up, and slightly shivering. Zuko smiled, he'd found his anger release.
He stood, and pulled his leg back, then kicked the Air Bender right in his back. A gruffled noise came from the boy, along with a series of coughs. Zuko saw him turn around, get up on his hands, and rub his eyes, hearing that small voice mumble something. Zuko again crouched down close to the boy, and snapped his fingers, summoning up a small flame to provided light. Aang looked up sleepily, then his eyes widened, seeing the face that had previously haunted him in his dreams.
"Hello, Avatar…"
Aang yelped and fell back on his butt, pressed against the wall, heart racing. He thought his chest was about to explode! Once the initial shock cooled down, he started to realize other pains in his body. Aang's head was pounding, his ears rung, his throat burned, and his stomach felt all twisted up inside. He doubled over, clutching his belly as it did flips, causing the rest of his body to twitch in pain. He looked up again at that face, the light Zuko had made created the illusion of shadows dancing across the side of his face. He had on a sinister smirk, as the fire in his hand danced, as though anxious to get out of it's master's grip, to burn whatever came near it.
Aang's heart rate was starting to slow down; he glared at the older boy in front of him as hard as he could mange, and cold sweat was already sliding its way down the side of his face and onto his neck, getting the collar of his torn shirt wet. He blinked though, realizing Zuko wasn't the only problem. He looked about his surroundings; he was in a small dark iron room, the only light coming from the flame that licked the air in Zuko's hand. The teen's face itself, had a few scratches here and there, and like Aang, his clothes were dirty and torn too. He locked eyes with the Fire Bender again.
"Zuko, why are you here? More importantly, where are we and why?" Zuko closed his eyes and shook his head, a small smirk playing across his face.
"Honestly, I wish I knew the answer to that myself Avatar." Zuko looked back at the younger boy, whose face fell at his answer. "And what do you mean why am I here? Don't you remember? Our little fight in the ally?"
That's right, Aang remembered down. He was fighting Zuko, and he fell and hit his head and passed out. But…
"But that doesn't answer my question. Why ARE we here? What's your plan this time?" Aang crossed his arms in front of him, he was determined to get answers and he wanted them soon.
He was shocked when suddenly the flame in front of him flickered out and he was violently shoved back against the wall, hitting his head in the process. For a few seconds Aang saw little stars flicker in and out of his vision, it stopped when a strong hand tightened around his throat. He grabbed the hand with both his own, trying to pry it off, kicking his legs around in the process. The hand pushed him up harder against the wall. Another hand moved to the wall right beside his head, hitting it hard and sending sound waves through Aang's already throbbing head.
A harsh cold voice hissed right beside his ear, sending chills down his spine, "I told you already, I don't fucking KNOW where we are, this isn't of MY doing, somebody has captured us and we're trapped here. So don't fucking blame this on ME!"
The hand around Aang's throat loosened slightly, but Aang's eyes were still wide, filled with terror at Zuko's sudden outburst towards him. The hand kept loosening until it finally slipped away all together. The hand on the wall started joining it's other in its downward journey, lightly touching the young Avatar's cheek on its way, causing him to twitch at the touch of hot skin against his own cold skin.
Aang blinked, and could feel his heart throbbing along with the burning in his throat, he slide down the wall slightly, his limbs feeling like jelly. The cold of the wall met his thinly clothed back, and he shivered at the contact. Zuko was already sitting, leaned against the wall opposite him. They sat in awkward silence, the only sound coming to Aang in the thumping in his ears from his own heart. Until, he managed to squeak out, voice slightly hoarse from being squeezed so tight…
"So…What are we going to do?" Despite the lack of light Aang could slightly see the outline of Zuko, who had focused his glaze downward, he could still hear the smirk in the older teen's voice…
"Hn, what do you mean we? We're not going anywhere. By the looks of things, we're stuck here till whoever is keeping up here let's us go." Aang looked down at the dirty floor below, his head throbbed and throat and chest ached so much, his stomach still felt twisted and sweat now covered his poor body, making him feel overheated and freezing at the same time. But one thought did go through his head as his vision started to fade, and everything got hazy…
'Maybe we've been captured…by the same people…that took Appa…'
And the last thing he could remember before he passed out, was a strong hand grabbing him by the shoulder, and a voice fading off, telling him something, it kinda sounded…worried…
And then everything went black for a 2nd time.
WOOT! CHAPTER 2'S DONE! Boy you have like. Noooooooooo idea how hard it was NOT to stick sum fluff in there. I mean it was like "Resist the urge Bunny, resist, resissssssst!" Luckily, I resisted. And what do you know? I was able to write a pretty descend chapter without my cat muse. (Punches air triumphly) WOOT!
Anyways, again, review please; reviews make me smile soooooo much. Love ya guys! Until the next installment! ;P
Bunny out