Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender, but I do own ALL of the box sets. I just got the third season today and am SOOOOO happy.

I hope you like my story, even though, obviously, it is quite different than the original. And it is like that for a reason, because it was a story my mind came up with one day. Completely random. But I decided to write it anyhow.


Rabbit Heart

Chapter 3

Katara woke to the sound a door slamming and hard steps echoing through the walls and shaking the ground beneath her. She thought of Toph and how she likely would have been able to bend herself out of this mess. And she thought of Aang, who would have been able to blow his way out of the cell, with his air bending abilities. And she thought of Sokka, who would have…still been in here as well.

The Waterbender tilded her head away from the large orb of light that was coming towards her. It stopped just before it reached her cell and turned, and then decided to come forward again. Katara held her breath, waiting for who was visiting her, especially at this time in the morning.

The light was a fire source and was coming from a hand, the face was darkened and she was unable to make it out. They just stood there, looking at her. And breathing.

It seemed as though the moment lasted forever. All the breathing. In and out. In and out. In and out. Nothing else, but that sound. Katara did not find the courage to speak, afraid that she would ruin whatever she had here. Hospitality?

After around twenty minutes, the intruder stood up and left. Leaving just as loudly as he had come in. and just as mysteriously. A little while after that, she was given a little bowl of rice, and a little bit of water. And boy, was she ever hungry.

Being in that cell, Katara had the time to think. Think about the things that she had done wrong in her life, and the things that she had done right. She regretted nothing she concluded, even this last part that had landed her in prison and away from her friends.

She wondered what they were doing right then. Were they looking for her? Were they even worried about her?

Of course they were.

They were her friends. How could she be so stupid enough to believe that they wouldn't try to come after her and save her from her sentence. Had she counted on that all along? Their help? Certainly not, she thought. But she hadn't thought that she would get caught. Truthfully, she had no idea what was going to happen.

All she knew was that she was going to be in here for a while.

Days went by without that mysterious man's visit and no word from the Fire Lord as to what was going to happen to her. Katara began to get restless. She walked back and forth inside the cell, around in circles, and daydreamed constantly. Sometimes, she didn't know what was real and what wasn't.

That is, until she heard a bang.

By the beating of her heart inside her chest, and the way her breath was hitching, she definitely knew that this was real. Realer than anything she had experience in a few days.

The same light returned again, as along with the heavy footsteps. And when the light reached her, it dropped, as if the person sat down. Right in front of her cell and just sat there. Looking at her once again. But what was there to look at? A lonely pathetic young girl who got herself in too much trouble and was unable to get herself out? A toy? Entertainment?

After a few moments of silence, Katara struck the courage to speak.

"What are you doing here?" she asked softly, scared that if she raised her voice, she would upset the visitor. And she really did not need to be left alone again, even if the company was a ruthless fire bender.

At first, there was no answer. Just heavy breathing. But then, she heard breath go in, and a soft voice exit. "Studying you." the voice said simply.

The voice came out soft and raspy. As if the person were trying to disguise their voice. Not wanting to be found out. But it was definitely male.

"Who are you? Please show your face." she pleaded. All that she wanted was to know that this person were real. And that she was not truly alone.

The light adjusted slightly, but only to the point to where Katara could make out that there was a dark hood covering his face. The light from his hands reflected in his eyes, and shown bright amber, because of the fire.

And as soon as she had seen, he left. Running down the corridor and slamming the door behind him. Leaving Katara in darkness and confusion.

Who is this man that comes and watches her?

And why does he not want himself to be seen?

Katara turned towards her blanket and flat, hard pillow and curled up to sleep.

Authors Note:

I hope that you liked this chapter. Oooooo. I wonder who this masked man could be?

Haha.

These chapters are going to be a little short each time. That way I can get more out more often. If I try to make them bigger, I get really frustrated and stressed out that I don't finish them at all. So, that's all I can do. And plus I thought this was the best place to stop this chapter.

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And…check out the book NIGHTLIGHT by the Harvard Lampoon.

Hilarious.

Simply Hilarious.