Okay here we go again. Not alot of dialogue in this one.
YUCK Factor: 5 of 10 for mild gross description.
Sokka's back arched against the restraints. He thrashed from side to side wildly, the blood pooling around his wrists and ankles. Azula watched with a small amount of fascination. She watched him writhe. The tears streamed down his face as his mouth opened in a silent scream. She crossed her arms and turned to look at the pale man next to her.
"It seems the hallucinogenic injection is working wonderfully." The man smiled wryly as he nodded. Azula turned and looked over the man. She smiled as she looked over her shoulder at the restrained prisoner.
"What I wouldn't give, though, to know what torments him; what nightmares are tearing through him, causing him so much pain? Such beautiful torture. " She looked back at the man, who cocked his eyebrow at her. He didn't say anything only pointed over her shoulder back at the youth. She turned and looked back over at the boy. Her eye brows raised as she noticed the wet spot covering his pants. She turned back to look at the man as she bit the end of her thumb teasingly.
"Or should I say, sadistically pleasurable?" She laughed and put her hands on her hips as her face turned stern. "What of my brother? Has he given us any information?" The man shook his head. She growled. She obviously hadn't done a good enough job with him. She tightened the strings on her gauntlets and nodded. "You're dismissed." The man bowed and turned to leave. She walked back over to the table where the boy's hazed eyes darted wildly in his skull. She shook her head as he cried out in a mix of horror and frustration. He couldn't see her, in reality anyway. The potent injection clouded his mind, made his body feel things and experience things that were not real. She turned and slammed the cell door shut. She passed by the cell holding her pitiful uncle and that wretched excuse for an avatar, on her way to the holding cell her brother was in. They were not currently a concern of hers. She had to find that child.
After having reported back to the Fire Lord her findings, she was given specific orders to bring the child to the palace. Her life depended on it. Never had she been more afraid of her father than now. She didn't know what he was planning, but he was very vivid in what would happen to her should she fail. She threw the cell door open, and slammed it behind her. She stared down at her brother, who was still crumpled in his own blood. She looked over his back at the gloriously infected lash wounds that covered his back. She walked over to his still body. His unconsciousness thrilled her. Could she have possibly cowered him? Drive him mad? The possibilities ran through her mind. She knelt down and ran her finger over one of the particularly deep lashes on his back. She closed her eyes as she tore the flesh back. She shivered and looked down as he jerked. She stood up and took a step back watching her brother writhe as his pain began to lull him back into the world. His yellow eyes looked up at her with uncertainty.
She grinned down at him as he blinked trying to regain his barrings. She curled her lips to the side and jerked her leg up. Her heel caught him in the jaw and threw him backwards. As he laid there sprawled on his back his world flashing and spinning, an overwhelming wave of nausea hit him. He rolled over onto his side as he tried to fight it. The tension in his jaw built but he swallowed trying to force the bile out of his mouth.
Azula smiled and walked around her brother. She looked down at him as he struggled to keep the screams out of his mouth. She took another step closer.
Zuko couldn't think like he wanted to. His body was on fire from the naval down and he had absolutely no feeling what so ever in the space between his naval and his knees. A stinging, sharp sensation ran the length of the soles of his feet. His eyes focused on something in front of him. He registered what it was, and about that time he could no longer fight back the wave of gags. He lurched and spilled the contents of his stomach; covering his sister's boots. She shrieked and jumped back staring at him as he continued to wretch. A look of pure disgust covered her face, but was soon replaced with anger and vengeance.
"You filthy bastard! I came in here to tell you that I don't need you alive any longer. I found your son, or at least what is left of him. The rabbiwolves found him before I did." She watched as her words sank into his skull. He pulled a chained hand to his mouth and wiped the saliva from his lips. He looked up at her as he tried to focus on her. She was lying, he knew that for a fact. If she wasn't she would have just thrown the severed baby down to him, instead of telling him. Azula stared at him, she snarled at him and turned on her heels. She slammed the cell door and turned to look at her brother.
"I hope it rots." She hissed and disappeared. Zuko set his forehead on the ground as he fought the intense pain. Truth to be told, he was hoping it would fall off. If he could have found a blade he would have cut it off himself. The pain was sickening. The nerves in his feet spasmed with each throb. The scent of infection was thick, even in the few hour past of the severing. He could feel the weight of himself swelling. He shook his head as other tendrils of pain ran their delicately maddening fingers through him. His gut twisted again as his mind began to stray, no that wasn't the word, more like run terrified from the pain, to other things. A mental bombardment of images pounded his skull. He tried to close his eyes to block out the visions but that only made the blood more vivid. He couldn't just wallow in self pity and pain. He had never been a prisoner of pain, and he wasn't going to start now. He pushed himself up with a jolt and let out a yelp as the tight skin on his lower abdomen gave his groin a hard jerk. He doubled over as he felt the skin rip further. He trembled as he fought the pain. Okay he would be prisoner to pain for a few more minutes.
Katara knelt down and let Momo jump off of her shoulder. She watched as the small lemur crawled quickly up the grounding wire and onto the ship. She cradled Riyo in her arms for a second then tightened the sling around her shoulder, so that it was tight to her body. She checked the fabric to make sure it wasn't blocking his breathing, before she grabbed the cord above her head. She tightened her grip as she brought her legs up around the cord. She could feel the muscles straining in her shoulders. She knew very well that she could have used the water for a lift, but she also knew that would be what they were expecting. She had learned all to well that she couldn't rely on her bending alone. One hand over the other, and one foot pushing at all times, she worked her way up to the deck. She flung herself over Ans squatted down. She watched as Momo's white fur glowed in the moonlight. He darted into a small opening near the rails.
Katara took a deep breath and started to sneak around to the stairs leading down into the ship, when Riyo let out a shriek. She frowned and wrapped an arm around the baby and tried to hush him. But the baby was not going to stop. She heard foot steps running their way, and it wasn't long before she could see the glow coming up the stairs. She panicked and jumped over the railing, pulling the water up to surround them so they wouldn't splash, and also to create an air pocket over them. She watched as the glow brightened and after what seemed like eternity disappeared back into the night. She let out a puff and looked down at Riyo who had found his thumb and was quietly sucking away. She pushed her self out of the water onto the shore. She hadn't realized what a small amount of space was between the ship and the shore until after she jumped. She had almost turned her and Riyo into chum. She crossed her legs and looked up at the ship, that glowed eerily in the moon light. She had to have a better plan. No. She actually had to have a plan first. She shook her head as she closed her eyes. Planning was her brother's department. She rubbed her eyes with her free hand as she cradled Riyo with the other. It would have been hard enough to sneak aboard the ship herself, but she also had to worry about the small boy. She looked back up at the ship and frowned. Momo was on board, hopefully he could at least find the others.
Momo skittered through the air shaft, only stopping to peak down through the vents. He had gotten deep into the ship when he stopped. He sat back on his haunches and lifted his nose a little. He sniffed for a moment. His ears perked as he started running through the shaft. He turned abruptly and made a line dive into a vent falling through it. He squealed as he fell through and landed in Iroh's lap.
The old man blinked at the lemur, and the lemur blinked at him. Momo chirped and jumped up onto Iroh's shoulders and skittered over the man making sure he wasn't hurt. He lifted his head and twitched his long ears looking over to the other side of the cell. The avatar stared him for a moment, before Momo lept straight up in the Air. He chattered as he ran over to Aang, giving him the same once over he had given Iroh.
Aang picked Momo up and hugged him tight. He ruffled the lemurs fur and smiled.
"I guess Katara found you, huh?" The creature only chirped in response. Iroh moved over to look at the lemur and smiled himself. He moved his eyes to looked out the bars. He looked back to Momo and picked him up.
"There is a key to these cells down the hall and to the right. They are in a cabinet. Can you get them?" Momo chirped again. He jumped out of the old man's hands and slipped out the bars cautiously. He may have been only and animal but he knew this was either going to be really good or really bad.
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