A/N – Oh Hello there my lovelies, I hope you reviewed, and just so you know, I wrote this chapter on the same day I submitted the last one 12 hours later to be precise (GMT) So if I updated at 10am today which by the time you're reading this is probably going to be a few months back, what time is it now? Oh yeah the story will start off with double sided kataang and will slowly turn into one-sided KatAang then a jelly over hormonal Kat etc., confusion drama etc.,

Yes, I am infact British (Born and raised in Germany for some of my life) and I do have a British accent, and I do know Prince Charles, I play snooker with him over crumpets and a bit of tea, he owes me a tenner.

THIS BIT IS URGENT

Well I posted this late just to spite, you lot who didn't review, this is probably not going to be much of a chapter, tbh (YOU REALLY NEED TO READ THIS) because I probably got no reviews and I don't have enough OC's so until I get this these are probably going to be filler chapters, where Toph meets the gang, and character development so because I don't have enough OC's and things will come earlier then planned, so please OC'S DESPERATELY!GUIDELINES FOUND IN CHAPTER 2

On with the Chapter!

Her hands trembled. She needed to get out of here. It wasn't safe anymore, not that it was in the first place anyway. She cracked and un cracked her fingers, proceeding to then run them through her limp, bloodstained hair. She was weak. She had tried not to eat their drugged food, but they just came back...And just force fed it to her shamelessly. She looked to the other girl here with her, who knew how long she had been captured here, in this... this.. hellhole, who knew what they could've done with her, she was on the verge of death for goodness sakes, she bled, all of the time, even when she simply cut herself on the plastic forks they sometimes received, it's always horrible, blood everywhere flowing out of everything, her eyes rolled back, all of her wounds infected it didn't help that the girl was already dead, and not necessarily on the outside. And then -she gasped the air it was suddenly leaving her... She could her them coming, then she looked him in the eyes, gasping for breath, his sadistic grin wasn't doing much for her, it seemed to suck the life out of her.

"Hello, Tophy my dear," He grinned. He revealed his weapons. But he didn't kill her. Instead he walked towards that girl. He aimed for her, but then he stopped as though he was pondering his actions... maybe realizing what a horrible mistake he was about to make, one that he could never ever redeem, because her death would no doubt have an effect of many lives, but being the man that he was he none of that was going through his mind. He dragged by the hair and showed her to Toph. He then took out his knife, and he kept cutting her, laughing every time she screamed, the screams being the first sign of emotion she had shown in weeks, he carried on slowly torturing her, slicing he with precision, that stupid, cruel, heartless smirk still on his face. He started to cut her eyeball, carving patterns into it, smiling. He continued to torture her, never giving her the relief of death, prolonging her sentence. Somehow Toph knew she was next, and being the sick bastard that he was she knew he was doing this just to kill her slowly on the inside, just to rot her mind and throw her mental well being out the window, she wasn't going to let him get the best of her, she tried to think of her happy place, but she didn't have one. She wasn't any happier at home to be honest, and even if she did have one, the screams could not be ignored. No matter how hard she tried. They were so loud a deaf person would probably be able to hear it. Toph felt her face being held in place. They were forcing her to watch, she realized. Slowly he slowly very slowly started to cut into her-

Toph awoke with a silent scream no sound coming out of her mouth. The memories still haunted her. Of then. Three years ago. The memories were still fresh. She wouldn't want to end up like poor old... She couldn't even remember her name, what kind of a poor excuse for a human was she? Just leaving her to die like that, Toph, she couldn't do it anymore. She broke down and cried, sobbing quietly, for her broken life, the dead girl, the fact that she knew sooner or later they were going to get her at some point.

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Toph groggily opened her eyes, cursing the light, and the nitwit who invented school. She had learned not to scream after a while. It only alerted them, the bugs and their spies. She needed to make people think she was unaware for just a bit longer. She stretched a little cracking her finger a habit she hadn't grown out of since the incident. Her sheets were a little cold and moist from her sweat. She knew they were getting suspicious, I mean cold sweaty sheets every night, the subtle and well hid but still noticed, symptoms of paranoid schizophrenia with out the schizophrenic part,the fact that she hadn't done anything too outrageous since then. Toph sighed, this was going to be a very long day, make that a very long-trust-nobody-because-everyone-is-out-to-get-me-or-I-could-really-endanger-them day. She walked to the bathroom. Checking there was nobody in it first, she entered.

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Aang stopped meditating as soon as he first felt that feeling. He reached up to his head, wanting to run his hand through his hair, only to have it come out on his hand in masses. He chuckled bitterly. He had forgotten about his 'predicament'. He rose and stretched, cracking his fingers, wait. Why was he feeling so de ja vu? He thought about Toph. Wait Toph? Why was he thinking about her? Never mind, maybe the chemo had taken more out of him than he thought it would, the nurse had told him he was okay for the first time. Aang looked at a picture of Gyatso and himself. Gyatso was his grandfather and also a very good man he had taken Aang in after a fatal accident in an areoplane, but Aang had wanted to stay here while he had not. The last time he had seen Gyatso face to face had been five years beforehand, and he had gotten leukaemia just a year before now, and poor Aang hadn't figured out how to break the news to him. He smiled fondly at the picture, not aware he was being watched. Not aware that every fact about him even one he didn't know were in the hands of a murderous psychotic sociopath.

Aang walked downstairs greeting everyone.

"Hey Katara" He said to her, Katara was like a sister to him, but he still kind of had a crush on because she was always there for him, his first friend, his first experience in everything really, but Aang knew the crush was nothing serious, he was just oblivious to the real reasons he had one on her, and also the fact the she returned the feelings, very, very, very strongly indeed. Just how strong? You mustn't know, but you really want to? Okay she returned them to the point where she had already picked out all of 'their' kids' names: Rebecca, Bryce and Rhys, to the point that she knew what he did everyday, what time he woke up, when he went to the loo, to the point where she knew all his friend where he was everyday and to the point where she would get really overly attached and jealous sometimes, but Katara really only meant well and she wasn't crazy or psychopathic, she was just too trusting and loved people too much. She couldn't really help it.

"Hey, Aang" She said to him breathlessly, and Aang being the dumb guy he was, was completely oblivious to how her blue orbs sparkled when ever he talked to her or even looked her way, how he always managed to calm her down whenever she was angry, how she beamed whenever she was in his presence and all that mushy stuff. Aang didn't notice because he didn't really return those kinds of feelings. His crush on her mostly consisted of physical attraction, admiration, and the things she had done for him over the years, babied him, mothered him and all that, but he didn't know that and she didn't either.

Aang blushed.

"Break it up lovebirds, Sexy King Sokka, is in the house!" Sokka exclaimed. Sokka was a dashing young man, deep and understanding sea blue eyes, a goofy and cute sense of humour, overall his goofiness could charm most women but he only had eyes for one.

"We aren't love birds!" Aang growled at Sokka albeit not angrily but still harsh enough to make a hurt look on Katara's face appear for a split second. Both boys were completely oblivious to this as it came just as quickly as it went. Now Katara she was like a goddess living amongst mortals. Her looks similar to Sokka's but... different. Her bay blue eyes were in fact the window to her soul, well the part that wasn't clouded with 'love'. Her face was framed with two braids on either side, loosely meeting round the back of her head in a blue clip, the rest of her dark chocolaty hair half done up in a French braid while the rest loosely cascaded down her back.

"Well boys, I need to get ready for school." She said walking out, until she was sure Sokka was no longer looking, she swayed her hips in attempt to seduce Aang, and hopefully he was looking. She kept going not looking back once, but her plan failed since Aang was to busy scarfing down waffles with Sokka, having a great time, making the most of life... While he still could.

Sokka however, had his mind on two things: Winning this waffle eating contest, and solving his baby sissy's problem. Sokka wasn't stupid (well most of the time anyways). He knew that Aang didn't really return his little sisters feelings, he knew that they just weren't meant for each other, but he didn't know what to do about it.

Aang again on the other hand was pondering about Toph. The mysterious girl obviously a past figure, he just had know idea who she was, or anything about her for that matter. She was courageous, obviously, funny, smart rebellious and a another thing Aang couldn't put his finger on. She had an auro of mystery shrouding her though. She had travelled, but where too? And where from? Maybe she had not travelled Aang mused. If she hadn't where did she go? Who is Toph Bei Fong? Well she is a pretty hot girl that's for sure. Aang smirked then stopped where did that come from? Hell yeah she's good looking but not like Katara? Why he didn't sound so sure about it Aang didn't know. Toph is a very capable and strong girl, she's definitely hiding something though. No one can spend an entire day with someone, without awkward silences He scorfed down another waffle, stood up, smiled at Sokka and left.

He was going to beat this he grinned to himself, not even the slightest bit aware of, the person watching him. Calculating his every move. Knowing him more than he knew himself...

The one who watched his parents burn in those fatal flames...

So was I good or good sorry if it's kinda of rushed. I really wanted to finish it for you guys ^v^.

Yours Truly & Lots of Lub,

Lady Sakura Moon.

I still need oc's and even if you're a guest it don't matter! . You can be anything from a sperm cell to the ashes of old lady Margaret's husband. So yeah Baby, Kid, Preteen, Teen, Adult, Cat, Dog lizard anything. Idc. Guidlines find down below...

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