The ever so wonderful handiwork of me and bluberry.

I walked down Arikara Lane, scouting for midgets to obliterate. My luck was on its low end today; there were no midgets in sight. I turned onto Hua Common, and my eyes immediately caught on a short thin girl with hair cropped at shoulder length. She turned and looked at me with soft coffee brown eyes that were brimming with tears. I chuckled

to myself. I would give her something to really cry about. Glancing down at her clothes, it noticed they were torn and barely covered her body. Her clothes showed traces of once being white enough that they would be a pure white color. Perfect, I thought to myself. An innocent little angel.

I recently discovered new power of mine that allowed me to kill people on will. Lately, I hadn't had any time to practice this, but this seemed like an opportune moment.

I looked at the girl intently; thinking of how those eyes would look when they were devoid of life. I thought of her body sprawled on the floor with her limbs thrown out in every which direction; the rising and falling of her chest slowly dying away. I visualized the moonlight fading away from her face. I thought of raking my long sharp nails over delicate angelic milky white skin. I imagined seeing the blood staining her once white clothes, making them red. I could nearly smell the tangy metallic scent of blood in the air.

I turned to the little girl who was now laying on the ground, lifeless, her clothes stained crimson. I looked at her, feeling satisfied, and walked back up to the palace. I turned back and looked at the girl again.

"You did a good deed for the Fire Nation, little girl," I said, and strutted back to the palace.

I was sitting in my conference chamber with my attendants surrounding me.

"Go spread news of the Avatar's hanging. It will take place tomorrow at noon. Make sure there are posters and flyers passed out."

There were murmurs of "Yes, Your Majesty," as they left then room.

It was the day of the Avatar's hanging. I would finally be able to sit on my throne securely.

I had the Avatar brought to the town square, where, to my delight, millions of people were gathered. I spotted my brother and the healer twerp, who were eyeing each other again. I looked up at the Avatar and saw the pain in his eyes. Apparently he had a thing for the healer twerp. I decided hanging was too good of a death for the avatar. He was worthy of something more…painful. I had the Guillotine brought out and had the Avatar lay his head against the block. The blade came down and chopped his head off. The last threat to my power was gone.

I was hiding in one of the secret passageways that allowed me to spy on my own courtiers. As a child, I would always use the ones in our Fire Nation palace to spy, and the information I gathered was always gaining me favor with my father. Now I listened to a group of old courtier men whispering about something. I pressed my ear to the wall and heard one with a hoarse voice whispering, "I swear, the whole Fire nation is deranged. Trying to take over the whole world like this, there must be balance. The Azula

Creature has a heart as black as coal.

"But Lian, you are part of the fire nation itself," whispered another with a squeaky voice.

"Yes, but I'm not deranged like most of them."

This man had called me deranged! The audacity! I'm going to have fun killing him tonight. I knew that there was no way I was sporting a maniacal grin. Nope. Not me. I was a descendent of the noble line of the fire army.

BREAK

I tiptoed around in his room looking for the best way to kill him. I thought of using the pins in my hair to gouge his eyes out. No. I was going to save those for my traitor brother. There was no way I would dirty my royal jewels with his blood.

I looked down at my hip scarf. It was an ugly thing; patterned with bamboo chutes and panda bears. Zuko had given it to me. Traitor Zuko.

I pulled of my hip scarf and twisted around my hands. Yesssss; it would be worth it to watch him buck for air.

I took it and slowly twined it around his head. Gently, so that it was like a caress. He sighed. God what a pig! I grabbed the corners and pulled down harshly. He bucked like a fish out of water and I moved both corners into one hand. I moved the other hand around to is throat and found his air pipe.

"This is what happens to traitors," I hissed into his ear.

I pressed down hard on his wind piped and smiled to myself as he took his last gasping breath of air.

Now that was what I called satisfactory work. Clean and easy. It was nice to know I wasn't loosing my touch. Now all I've got left is to decide whether I wanted to kill Zuko or the little water nymph first.

The girl would be fun. I would watch her eyes fill with tears. But my brother, oh he would be even better. I'm sure that he would put up a good fight. But in the end, I will win. Maybe I'll burn their corpses. I smiled at the thought before making my way back to my rooms.