Okay, 1400 cups of coffee, 200 candy bars, 150 energy drinks and a lot of sleep later...and update! Sorry it took so long.

This chapter has a YUCK Factor of 9 of 10. Bewarned.

Katara walked in the darkness. She was still upset about being accused of being a whore. This by a man that she loves! Who, she thought, loved her in return. She brushed a tear off of her cheek. She got her answers. And he had proof. Good proof that made sense. But she would never be able to convince Zuko of that, or why she saw them first hand. She frowned, if anything admitting to seeing the albino without his shirt would damn her more then anything. She pushed past the bushes and stopped. A smell filled her nose that horrified her. Down to her core, she froze. The unmistakable smell of smoke, singed hair, and dust folded in around her. She started running until she broke the clearing.

A shrill screaming came from the bushes on the far side of the empty camp. Trees smoldered around her and lumps of Appa's fur were scattered out. She looked over in horror, at the camp where her friends had been, and now they were all gone. She ran over to the screaming bushes. She pushed the bushes aside and picked Riyo up. He was covered in dirt and blood. She held the child tight to her chest as she heard a small noise coming from deeper in the bushes. She crawled under and pulled a broken Momo out of the dirt. She pulled him up close to her as well and stood up. She looked around. There was no sign of which direction they went. Katara had a sinking feeling in her heart. Azula. She looked down at the child and lemur, who were both looking up at her.

"Come on guys. We'll be okay."

Zuko's eyes shot open as something cold hit him hard. He jerked his head up to see Azula staring down at him.

"Wakey Wakey." Zuko growled.

"Where am I!" Azula smiled and puffed her chest out.

"Aboard my ship, where else." Zuko growled and looked around. He was in a bare room, empty except for himself and his sister. "Now, Zuzu, where is that bastard child of yours?" Zuko frowned and just stared up at her. She shrugged.

"No matter. He won't last a hour on his own where ever you stashed him. I'm sure they moose lions would have got him by now anyway." Zuko glared at her.

"Leave him alone." Azula turned to look at her brother with fire in her eyes. She brought her arms in front of him, and he glanced down at the leather gauntlets covering her forearms.

"I can't do that. You see if it hadn't been for you trying to save your bastard child, then I would have NEVER been burned." She said pulling the gauntlets off. Scars crawled up her arms twisting in the manner of flames. Zuko's mouth twisted a cruel smile.

"Well well, look who has a scar." Azula snalred and back handed her brother. She took a few steps away from him. She smirked and shook her head.

"You don't know how much trouble you are in brother." She smiled and pulled on a chain next to her. His arms jerked upwards as the shackles on his wrist pulled. She pulled the cahin again and forced him to stand up. She smiled and pushed her foot down on a small lever in front of her. Zuko glared down at his feet as metal cuffs slammed over them He turned his eyes back up at her.

"Go on kill me, for whatever good it will do you." The light that flickered in his sister's eyes as she smiled sent a chill to the very end of his nerves. She walked over to him slowly, but that was when he noticed something in her hand. She stopped and held it out to him when she realized he saw it. He watched the braided whip fall to the floor. She tighted her grip on the handle. She snapped the whip on the floor, and Zuko clamped his eyes shut. That noise haunted him. He would hear the crack and then the screams of the people who had disobeyed his father, late at night. His eyes snapped open as the tip of the baid came in contact with his thigh. He glared over at Azula.

"You little bitch." Azula smiled at him as she snapped the whip on his leg again. He held back a growl as the stining sensation ran over his skin and down to the base of his foot. Before the sting had died down she hit him across the chest, knocking the air out of him. He coughed to catch his breath, but she hit him again, ripping his shirt with the force. He swallowed and swallowed again trying to catch air. He could feel the force growing with each lash. A streak of pain hit hard across his face, snapping his head to the side. Her laugh grew over the silence of the room. She walked around him as his yellow eyes followed her until she was out of his range of sight. He closed his eyes and braced himself, knowing what was coming next. The rip of fabric still took him in pain. He listened to her foot steps as she walked up behind him. With a quick jerk his tattered shirt was on the ground. Her hand ran over the large welt forming on his back. She slid her hand around to his chest. She leaned into him and brushed her lips against his ear.

"Scream for me brother." He clenchced his teeth and felt the heat start to gather in his hands. She smiled and dug her nails into his chest. "You don't want to play with fire..." She jumped back from him. He felt the heat start to build and just as it registered, the slam of leather and fire came to a nasty meeting across his back. He could feel the flames licking into him as the force carried it across his back. He arched forward in the chains but just as he started to lean back in the chains again another fire covered lash tore across the flesh on his back. His eyes snapped open as he felt the skin break. He forced his teeth down on his lips so that no noise would escape his mouth. He sagged into the chains catching his breath.

Something was wrong. She was waiting to long between lashes.

Then she was in front of him. He stared at her with wide eyes. His sister's eyes...they had crossed from her normal power hunger glare into one of dark insanity. Her hand were on his pants and jerking them off in just seconds. Zuko fought against the chains. His sister had lost her fucking mind, or whatever had been there to begin with.

She stared up at him as she stood up. Her chest was rising and falling violently. His eyes settled again on the whip. She jumped back and snapped the whip across his stomach, and before the sting had dulled again in the same place the whip caught him. The third time blood sprayed up from the sliced skin. Zuko felt the burn all the way to his core. Azula smiled at him and she dropped her eyes to look over his gloriously naked form.

"Scream for me..." She said and lashed the whip out, the flames swirling around it just before it came in contact with him just across his hips, slicing open that most tender of areas.

Katara looked around the mangled camp. She didn't understand. Everything had been fine, but now...What had happened when she was gone? She knew it had to have been Azula. But how did she find them? Did one of the villagers turn them in? She looked down at Iroh's tea pot, broken in to a hundred pieces. A trail of tea led off to the north. She frowned and looked around a little more. She noticed her brother's bag; it was sliced open. Pieces of the meat he had bought in the village were strew off also leading to the north. She repositioned Riyo in his sling so that he was on her back, and Momo was laying on her shoulder. She shook her head as she started walking, but stopped when she saw a small broken smoldering piece of wood. She tried to keep from smiled. They had left her clues.

"A broken stick, and a trail of meat and tea, that had to gone this way."