Here we are, Chapter Three. I know you all must want to know what's going to happen next... Well, guess what? You get to find out now! :D I hope you enjoy the chapter. Please review.

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6:33pm. Chan walked down the street toward the Gaang's house, trying in vain to slow his wildly beating heart.

"Think of what's at stake here. Suck it up, you can do this!"he said quietly under his breath. His hand in his pocket, Chan fingered the tiny bottle of poison. One of the rarest poisons in the world, it was made from the venom of the Metalit snake. The snake was only found in the Air Nation. Due to the air nomad's belief that every life matters, they allowed it to live among them despite its nasty venom. There was only one known antidote to the poison and it was lost to the world many years ago.

The problem with the poison was that it had a bitter taste and a mild smell. But you only needed a few small drops for it to work. It took three to five hours before the victim would have any symptoms, and by then it's too late.

First, you get a metal-like taste in your mouth, followed by increased heart rate. Then your muscles get tight and twitchy. And right before you die, it becomes nearly impossible to breathe.

Chan made it to the door and knocked loudly, taking deep breaths to calm himself. The door swung open. He smiled as warmly as he could to Katara, knowing he was about to kill her fiance.

"Katara! Good to see you!" said Chan, surprising himself with the calmness of his voice.

"Come on in, dinner's just about to hit the table!" Katara turned to the kitchen leaving Chan with Sokka in the dining room.

"Where is everyone?" Chan asked, sitting down across from Sokka.

"Well, Suki, Aang and Katara are in the kitchen. And Toph left this afternoon to visit her parents... Oh, and Zuko couldn't be here." Before Chan could respond, Katara, Suki and Aang all filed in each carrying some food. The delicious aroma reached Chan's nostrils; he felt like he was going to throw up and had to swallow to keep himself from doing so. Thirty minutes or so into their meal, Sokka and Suki stood.

"We have an announcement to make," said Sokka. Everyone waited quietly.

"We're getting married!" Suki cried happily.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Katara said, standing to hug her soon to be sister-in-law. Aang patted Sokka's back and congratulated him. Chan forced himself to do the same, feeling a bit dizzy. Aang clapped his hands.

"Would anyone else like some hot jasmine tea? I think it's ready." Every one said yes and thanked Aang for actually remembering the boiling pot. Katara snagged his shirt as he walked by and as he bent down to ask what was wrong, she kissed him full on the lips, causing a blush to rise to his cheeks.

"Hey, Chan, could you come help me bring out the tea?"

"Uh, sure Aang... Of course!" answered Chan as he followed Aang to the kitchen. Aang already had a tray with the right number of small handleless tea cups on it and started to slowly fill each one.

"Chan, I didn't really need help. I wanted to tell you something," Chan swallowed.

"Okay, what's up?"

"I'm telling you this because you're out among the towns' people and are more likely to hear things." Aang handed a steaming cup to Chan and took one for himself. "There has been word that someone is going to try to poison Zuko and I." Chan blinked in surprise; no one had told him that Zuko was on the hit list. "I want you to keep an eye out for anything suspicious. Can I count on you?" Chan nodded half-heartedly.

"You have my word."

"Oh, and please don't tell Katara about this, okay?" Chan nodded again, fearing his voice would fail him. Aang picked up his cup and brought it to his lips, but before he could drink a shrill scream rang out.

"Suki, what's wrong, what is it?!" asked Sokka urgently.

"There's a huge spider over there! Kill it!" Aang put his cup down and took an empty one from the cupboard.

"Wait, don't kill the spider, I got it!"

"Aang! You're going to use one of the nice cups to catch a spider?!" said Katara.

"Yep." Aang replied. Katara sputtered, clearly she had not anticipated that answer. Chan pulled the small bottle from his pocket with shaking hands, uncorked it, and poured the deadly liquid into Aang's cup, quickly re-corking and re-pocketing the bottle. Aang walked back in and took up his cup.

"They were going to take the life of a harmless spider, can you believe that?" Aang lifted the cup to his lips and drained it before coughing and gagging horribly.

"That tastes horrible!" Aang said, smacking his lips.

"Really?" Chan drank from his own cup. "Eh, you're right, tastes bitter..."

"Hmm, guess it's a bad pot." Aang waterbent the 'bad tea' out the window.

"You go ahead and join the others while I make a new pot." Chan turned back toward the dining room with a knot in his stomach.

"I just poisoned the Avatar..." slight panic caused his spine to tingle.

An hour or so later, Chan announced that he had to be getting home. When he finally made it out the door, he walked toward his house as normally as he could checking over his shoulder now and then, waiting until their house was out of sight. He crested the hill and could no longer see the house in the distance. With speed he had not known he possessed, he took off to his right, away from his house at a full sprint. Soon tears flooded his eyes making it difficult to see. But he had been this way many times and could get there without seeing. Finally he made it to a dark alley and stopped, tears cascading off his cheeks to the ground.

"I did it, I saw him drink it with my own eyes!" Chan said out loud. A large cloaked man stepped out from the shadows.

"Give me the bottle." He said in a deep gravely voice. Chan tried to see his face but it was too dark. He dropped the empty bottle into the man's out-stretched hand. Rough gnarled fingers clutched the small bottle. Chan saw that the tip of the man's left thumb was missing and made note of it.

"I've done what you asked," Chan pleaded. "Now let my family go!"

The man chuckled cruelly. "Not yet, first I have another mission for you,"

"But, you, you said if I did what you asked, if I poisoned Aang, you'd let them go..."

"Not until your other mission succeeds."

"But you promised!"

The man grabbed Chan by the front of his shirt."You want your precious family dead? Do what I say!"

Chan sobbed. "I'll do it! Please, just don't hurt them." The man released Chans' shirt and handed him a new little bottle of poison.

"I'm going to get you a job in the palace later this week. Once there, you are going to tip that into Zuko's cup and finally rid the world of that traitor."

"What? No! I can't do that, I-" The man slapped Chan across the face and growled in his ear.

"You let the Fire Lord live, I kill your family. Your choice..." Chan dropped to his knees, head in his hands and wept.

"I, I'll do it..." The man patted Chan's shoulder.

"Smart boy." He pulled his hood over his head and brushed past Chan. His heavy foot falls seemed distant as Chan cried openly on the ground. Some would find it shameful to cry openly like this. Ha! They say that because they've never felt real pain before. The thought of loosing your family and it being your fault. He thought of his sister's soft amber eyes filled with tears.

"Chan!" cried three-year-old Tayla as they dragged her from her house along with her mother and father. Chan went to hug her but was verbally stopped before he reached her.

"Don't touch her!" the cloaked man said from the back of the room. Chan kneeled down and talked gently to his baby sister.

"It's going to be alright, you'll be fine."

"Save me!" she cried to her bother, tears running down her soft white cheeks.

"I will Tayla, I promise with all my heart, I will save you. Remember that okay?" She sniffed.

"Okay," The thug that was carrying her out forced her around the corner and out the door. Chan turned to the cloaked man,"What do you want me to do?"

That was when the man had toldhim to poison Aang. Chan suppressed his sob and leaned against the alley wall, staring up at the stars. He took a deep breath.

"Looks like I'm going to assinate the Fire Lord."

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Well, there you are, 8 pages hand written, 4 typed... Pretty good if you ask me. Please review; next chapter will be out soon. Good day!