A/N: Hello again, everyone. It's Regan, and here is the second chapter of Black Out. I hope you're liking this story! Leave me a PM or review, anything if you have questions or suggestions. Or just leave a comment, please! Thanks for reading! Enjoy(:
Disclaimer: Still don't own A:TLA.
Inspiration: Wow, I always have these now..haha. Well:::I'll post this inspiration as it comes to me..hehe;)
EnJoY:)
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Heart in throat, pulse beating uncontrollably, hands shaking, body trembling, Katara stood there, motionless besides her trembling.
She never knew scare could blow so deep into your bones, slice your skin and heart so far.
Now she knew.
The figure before her, which she could only see half of.
A silhouette was enough for her...
A rabid looking smile, masochistic and irate. All at the same time. The half of the body completely stone-still, not moving an inch. Controlled under the ambiguous circumstances. Truthfully, the only thing for certain Katara knew now was this: She was petrified beyond repair.
She wished she could escape, get away from all of this, everything. Forget this ever happened. Little did she realize, what if her friends weren't there for that? Heart thumping, she did the only thing her body would let her.
Scream.
Scream so loud, so angry, and so earsplitting and thunderous, even the half of the face was slightly surprised.
"Better?" it asked. The voice. That voice. It hurt. Katara's ears felt like bleeding. It wasn't just raspy, but needy and sharp.
Scream.
Once more, she bellowed. And then, courage burning in her veins, she looked around. No blood. That was one good sign. Heh, it even hurt to think the word 'good.' Amazing how in one minute, her circumstances went from good old shower time to this. Fight for your life and your friends' lives time. Wow.
That was it?
All she could think was: Wow.
No...a better word?
Extraordinary.
Something no one's heard of.
"Better?" it rasped again.
"Where are they?" she demanded, voice thick with despise and hatred. Bloodthirstiness seeped into her voice...fake? Yes, but courage couldn't be faked. And that was one thing little Katara had. Something no one could take from her.
"Your little friends, little courageous one?" Once again, her ears hurt. But that pain was tiny compared to the pain in her heart and head. It thumped with the overwhelming circumstances of her life now.
"Yes!" she shouted in that ugly face. The half face.
"Ah."
"Shut up! Where are they!" she screamed. It saw her weakness.
"I will take your courage and flush it down the toilet in a second here," it threatened.
"You will and CAN NOT ever take my courage away. Never!" Suddenly, she decided to look up.
The ceiling was...odd.
Something was dripping from it....
Blood? No.
Water? No.
It was Earth. Her thoughts instantly darted to Toph.
"Toph?" she uttered, watching the ceiling nearly sink in.
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A/N: Okay, I know most hate 'cliffies' AKA cliff-hangers, but this is a mystery...and I really want to develop this nicely. Tell me your thoughts! Review!
-Thanks!
--Regan.
Of Phantom x Phan
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