I'm killing everyone! But hey, that's what I do. I kill people. 0.0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender
The crocodile hunter died! Some people say that he deserved it, bringing his one-month old baby to wrestle a crocodile… I personally just don't care.
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Aang's tattoos started to glow. He slowly started to float in the air, and wind rushed throughout the room like a current, and making Katara hit the wall, along with the body. She stood up, and tried to walk to Aang. However, the wind was strong, and soon she lost balance and flew off, only to crash on the wall again. She went unconscious.
Aang's eyes turned red, and he started looking around for anything that would make him satisfy his hunger for revenge. That's when he saw Katara, slumped on the ground and her mouth leaking blood. He became more angered, and started to search for whoever had done this, whoever had made her suffer. Then the Avatar, no longer himself, realized that there was no one around to murder, no one to avenge the deaths of the citizens. His eye's slowly turned gray again, and as he looked at Katara, he realized that it was he who had made Katara through this. Not just physically, but mentally also. The winds slowly subsided, and Aang fell onto the ground. He looked around and was shocked. The whole house had been turned upside down, papers and dust flying everywhere. He grabbed one of the papers that flew to his face, and he realized it was a poem of some sort:
You would laugh to bring back joy and hope
You would cry to irrigate our land
Without you I cannot cope
Without you I cannot stand
You would heat up like the burning sun
You would smile like the heavens above
Without you my hope would be none
Without you I know I won't love
You would live, taking in every moment for the best
You would pass away, and you would say good-bye
But that won't matter, not a whole lot, as you may lie in rest
Because you know that I will love you still, my dear, till the seas run dry.
It must have been written by Mrs. Worheilmer. Aang carefully folded it up, and held the sheet in his hands while standing up, suddenly remembering Dr. Worheilmer's study room. Although the house was crashed and burned, he looked through the remainder of the house, picking up papers as he went along. Most of them were about plants and medicines and the human bodies' functions. Aang went back to Katara, who was now slowly starting to flicker her eyes, unsure of what had happened. When she had realized that Aang was kneeling in front of her with a look of concern on his face, she grabbed him and hugged him tightly, letting tears slowly fall off her cheek. Aang had realized this, and he patted her back lovingly.
"Why did all these people have to die? What did they do to deserve this horror?" Katara whimpered through her now furious sobs. Aang hugged her tighter, not letting go, and whispered in her ear.
"It's ok, Katara. Life is unpredictable. Things happen, whether we want them to or not. It's the natural order of things, for things to live and die."
"But not to be slaughtered!"
"Things happen, Katara, but that doesn't mean that the people will be gone forever. They will still exist in the hearts of the people who knew and loved them." He stroked her hair softly, and she calmed down a little. Aang saw that Katara was still troubled.
"It's all right, Katara. The people are here, in your heart. Your mother is here guiding you, you know that's true. Sokka is here. I am here."
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Sokka had run out of the building as soon as he saw papers flying everywhere. He was worried about Katara, and he had tried saving her, only to be blown out of the house through the entrance. He blacked out, his head gently hitting the ground, which did had the undesired effect.
He came around after ten minutes, only to see the house in ruins. The roof was gone, papers were flying everywhere, and there were still fires.
Then he saw Aang and Katara walking out of the house. She was glad that Sokka was alright. There was an awkward silence. Then Aang took the liberty of breaking the silence.
"We'll need to bury her body next to Dr. Worheilmer's body."
"I agree. Let's get started." Katara motioned for Sokka to get up and together they dragged the body toward the doctor's grave.
They were finished by the afternoon. Since Aang had not learned earthbending yet (I know, I know, you all want to meet Toph), they had to do it themselves, using their hands. The work was hard and grueling, but it paid off. The two graves were side by side, and Aang had found two stones and airbended words on them. Dr. Worheilmer's stone read: Here lies Dr. Roy Worheilmer. A good husband, a good doctor, a good friend, a great hero. For Mrs. Worheilmer's stone, it read: Here lies Martha Worheilmer. A good wife, a good person, a great hero. After that, Aang and Katara had used the water from the ocean to make all of the fires die out, save for one, which they collected with sticks to make their campfire.
That night they had decided to set up camp by the side of the stream, the only part that was not burned or damaged. They found food amongst the wooden barrels. Nuts, bread, anything that was dry and could be preserved. They ate a feast, sitting near a fire. Sokka had passed out by eating too much. Aang told her that he was going to take a walk, and Katara knew there was something wrong. She decided to follow Aang, but she would not allow her to be seen or heard by him. Aang walked through the ruins, thinking.
Mrs. Worheilmer's poem was pretty impressive. I wonder if I can write Katara a poem.
I'm sure you can. We'll think of ideas right now!
Ok, how about this:
Water is steady and smooth
Air is calm and gentle
My love for you grows evermore
My love for you stays forever
Alright, I admit that was…good, for your first try. Better than I had expected for you-
Hey! What's that supposed to mean
Nothing! But, how's this for a thought:
Love.
This is a strong and meaningful word.
It is used when people like each other more than all others in the world.
It is used by brothers to sisters, moms to dads.
The list goes on.
Aang was softly talking to himself, and Katara could hear every word he was saying. She felt her love for him increase even more, as she dreadfully wished to be by his side right now, to hold his hand, and take this walk together. But something inside told her that she should not interrupt.
Love.
This is a word which understates my feelings for you.
It is a feeling so powerful, so binding; it is too good for words alone.
I could describe it as the love two hundred couples have, the love one thousand families share.
The list goes on.
Katara smiled, as she quietly turned to walk back to camp. Something told her that it was time to go. Aang loves me so much. He does everything he could to make me happy. It's time I give the love and affection he deserves.
Tonight. Tonight was the night she was going to show Aang how much she loved him.
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Don't worry, my teacher promised me that she won't read any more. "Cross my heart and hope to die. I never knew you were a writer, ----. I'm proud of you."
I will not show you my name yet. Heh.