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Now, we move on to Katara's angst life.
1 of 3 (or?) 4.

(This is probably not my favorite. Katara!angst is much harder than angst!Zuko)
Title: Murder
Summary: Every passing moment, every heavy step, she was being murdered.
Warning: Character death (somewhat graphic) and angst.

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The glistening sword. The sound of his yell. The thunk of his body.

It had all happened too fast.

It seemed the world had came to a pause, a light flashing her blue eyes. Looking down, her eyes blurry with tears, she saw her husband. The Fire Lord laid on the ground, a sword through his gut, spilling the remains of his life out.

The killer, the murderer, ran down the street, his job done.

She let out a loud scream, as a pack of guards went to chase the criminal. On her knees she hugged her husbands already dead body, screaming into his bloody chest.

As tears mixed with blood, she gave another ear piecing scream.

Quickly taking the water from her water skin, she began to heal his wounds. But it was no use, he had died, instantly from the sword. But she had gone insane, oblivious and not wanting to accept the fact he was dead, she continued healing him anyway.

Whispering into his ear, precious words of her love, she could feel her heart shattering inside. Piece by piece falling, and vanishing at every second. Gripping his hand, she squeezed it until her own hand felt like breaking.

She could already feel the other half of her soul dying, painfully and miserably.

In his pool of blood, as her blue clothes were stained by his own blood, she did not move. She refused to leave him. Healing him when there was no use, as the people in the street watched her behaviors.
She did not see nor hear them. For her world had cracked open, blurring her vision with tears, and falling apart before her very own eyes.

Her guards returned, but the killer was not with them. He had escaped.

They grabbed her, tearing her from his body, pulling her to her feet.

They dragged her away, kicking and screaming from his body.

Each step they took, bringing her farther away from his body, she could feel her own heart being murdered.