A/N: Here you go I was so excited about the last chapter I could not keep everyone waiting. Plus the creative juices won't stop flowing! SO yeah enjoy, and R&R.

Chapter Nine

Survival of the fittest

Ugh. My head felt like it had been hit with a ton of bricks. It might as well have, I thought glumly. I got caught, like an amateur! I was strapped to a chair, my hands tied to the two legs, with not enough slack to bend. My feet were coiled to the chair, and one rope was tighter than the other, cutting of the blood flow. I was in the empty part of the warehouse, several crates stood stacked nearby. The skylight in the roof had the full moon shining down, creating a slight unearthly glow in my immediate area. I created fire, but that would take much too long to melt the manacles, I needed to get out now! I struggled to look around, craning my head to get a better look at my surroundings.

But nothing nearby I could see might be able to help me. A crow bar was lying askew on a crate, but I couldn't move! Much less use one. I growled with frustration, I do not have time for this! I struggled against my bonds until a loud band echoed through the empty warehouse. With several heavy footsteps that followed. I froze, but allowed myself a small grin, now here is something I can do. I can play with your mind, mess with your head. That's how I'm going to get out of this mess. I glance up, faking a happy smile. Let the games begin.

"Kida, I would want you to meet my collogues…" Cynbel said.

"Ugly number one and ugly number two?" I interrupt. My statement was half true, those guys were pretty ugly. One was large and beefy, though missing four of his pudgy fingers on his left hand. The other took scars to a whole new level, there burn scars, knife scars, and others I didn't want to know about. His whole body was covered with slivery lines and blotches. At my rude comment they both growl, but stop with a cue from Cynbel.

"Now boys you can play with her later, but first I want to talk to her."

"Sorry I am past the quota of talking to idiots today." Cynbel glared and leaned closer.

"How did you find the bombs?"

"Easy, I don't trust you and I did a little detective work. Only thing missing was a neon sign saying, bad guy with bomb, come right in." He snarls at my insults, visibly trying to calm himself. He nods at ugly number one, and a stinging slap whips my head around. I don't taste blood though and just laugh. My laugh unnerves the thugs, probably used to their victims screaming.

"Never mind her, soon the plan will be set and then we take care of her." He smiles a nasty grin as he gestures to the crates, "In less than two hours all your friends will be dead."

"Why? So you can get your revenge! You're sick!" I shout, struggling against the ropes.

"No! I am not a simpleton who single purpose is for revenge! NO! I have a greater vision. Bending is the world's greatest cheat. Survival of the fittest cannot survive when those with bending reach the top, where in a world without they would fail! Removing the Avatar will equalize the playing field! And thus allow survival of the fittest prevail, and have the natural selection nature intended!"

"You speak of survival and yet you are planning to kill the Avatar and children!" I scream.

"Collateral damage." He says with a wave of his hand, "you on the other hand, you're time has run up." Looking at ugly number two says, "Kill her."

"Sorry boys not today." I say taking a deep breath, I bend. But not water, not fire, no I blood bend. With gasps the men before me freeze, struggling to move against their own limbs. I force a thug over to me and with a click he unlocks my hands. Now being able to use my full abilities, I draw on the power of the full moon. With another click my feet are released. Then taking the moisture from the air I freeze all the men to each other. Then I let go of their blood, and stand tiredly. Blood bending always took way to much energy. I turn to go, when a maniacal laugh stops me.

"What?" I say nervously.
"You're too late. As a failsafe I had backups installed. They will not destroy the island, but they will kill a fair amount of people and hopefully the Avatar."

I felt my blood run cold. I had to get everyone off the island, now! I raced out of the warehouse, my heart hammering in my ribcage. Gathering my wits I take off towards the docks and mentally plan on what to do. Water bend to the island, find the gang, get them off. Prove that I wasn't lying. Save lives. Yeah I can do that. I hope. I am gasping for breath as I hit the docks; flying by the confused faces of the dock hands. Pumping my arms I don't even slow as I leap off the dock and hit the water in a dive. Then using all the power of the full moon, I speed towards the island on a wave I created.

Balancing on a board of ice, I ignore the spray of sea in my eyes. I continue wind milling my arms, urging the water to flow faster; soon I see the island rising up over the horizon. I do not slow down, despite my aching arms, my burning lungs. Strange, I have never worked so hard to save anyone. But they are my friends, and I will do anything for them. I speed closer and closer and I can see everything clearly thanks to the moon. I can almost touch the beach when I am rocked with a loud BOOM! And see smoke rise from Air Temple Island.

A/N: Note this is not the end. I have gotton nothing about this story and I want to tell you, I have more chapters I plan to write!