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Sokka choked, his eyes growing wide. What was this? What was happening. A mouth moved next to his ear, whispering words that Sokka could barely hear. "Say anything and you're dead." Jet.
Sokka's hand slid toward his boomerang. Two seconds later, both his hands were tied behind his back. What was happening? Why would Jet do this? They hadn't done anything to piss him off lately.
Jet pulled on Sokka's hair, his knife to Sokka's throat, reminding him not to scream. He would kill him. "Move it!" The hiss was low and menacing. A kick to Sokka's legs made him moan.
Jet tensed as Katara rolled over. Once he realized that she wasn't waking up, he dragged the knife across Sokka's throat, pressing hard enough to draw blood. "Don't do that again!" he pushed Sokka forward, towards the forest.
Once under the cover of the trees, Sokka realized that there was another person with them. "Why'd you get him, Jet?" it was that little guy (was it a guy? It could be a girl.) "The Scar Dude said he wanted Aang."
Scar Dude. Sokka gulped; that could only mean Prince Zuko.
Jet's voice was hard and crisp. "Aang's the Avatar. I couldn't have gotten him away from there without being airbended into the next city. Him, on the other hand—" he pushed Sokka again, almost causing him to fall. "I got him out of there easy."
Sokka was furious. Just because he couldn't bend didn't mean he couldn't fight. All he needed was his boomerang...
Before Sokka realized what was happening, a piece of cloth had been wrapped around his eyes and another one had been stuck in his mouth. "In case you get any ideas." Jet whispered.
They walked. In the dark, not being able to sense where he was going, Sokka almost fell more times then he could count. This must be what Toph feels like all the time, he mused.
They seemed to walk for miles, and just as Sokka was sure that he would collapse if he moved another step, he had the feeling of openness. Maybe they were in a clearing, or out of the woods.
"What's this?" The voice was filled with contempt, without a trace of good feeling. "Where's the Avatar?" The blindfold was removed, and Sokka found himself in a clearing. A small fire was lit in the middle. Prince Zuko and his uncle stood around it, and Jet and his two friends were near Sokka.
Jet pushed Sokka towards Zuko. "He can be your bait." Jet couldn't resist a parting kick.
Zuko nodded. "Fine. He'll do."
Sokka didn't like the sound of that.
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