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Before you begin to read this chapter, I just want to warn you that there is some content that could be a little inappropriate. So after you read i would really like to hear your opinion about whether I should change the rating or not. Or if its fine the way it is. Any feedback is welcome.

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Force of Iron

Chapter 10

The Drunken Snake

The Hawks flapped their wings furiously as they flew through the sky. The wind was against them, making them loose most of their speed, and their scent easy to follow for predator birds that were sent to track them down.

As the two hawks passed through a giant white cloud, one of them broke off and began to fly in a different direction, sensing where it needed to go in order to reach its destination.

The other hawk continued on its course, flying straight through the sky, the wind still against its face. Hours passed and the hawk was beginning to tire out from the hard and long flying. So, unaware of the importance of the message, it slowed down.

Not so far away the vulture was waiting for its chance to strike. It had been in pursuit of the bird for hours, having completely forgot about the other bird that carried the same message. Seeing that the hawk had slowed down it sped up, climbing higher and higher into the sky until it was directly over the hawk. Then it dove toward the hawk at a great speed, bearing down on the poor bird's back, digging its claws into its neck, letting blood spill onto its feathers.

The hawk realized that it could carry on life no more and began to fall through the sky as its life slipped away. The Vulture meanwhile dove after the hawk as it fell, realizing that it still needed to retrieve the letter it carried. The predator bird managed to retrieve the letter before it was lost to the ocean below. With the message safely in its beak, it began to make its way back to its home. It flew with the wind at its back letting it fly at a great speed.

The poor hawk was lost to the ocean below, having paid the price for a crime it didn't commit, while failing the task it had been given, yet not all hope was completely lost. Meanwhile the other hawk had arrived at its destination, safe and sound.

Katara wondered why it was taking them so long to get back to the capital, yet she was thankful for the delay, knowing what awaited the people of the Fire Nation upon their return. She figured Ozaian was still trying to prepare things for the attack. It was the only reason for the detour she could think of.

She lay on the bed in her room; acting as if she was taking a nap by the way she was lying down on top of the covers fully clothed. She occupied her time with listening to the hum of the ship as it chugged across the open waters, the gentle tapping of the rain outside, and the echo of the thunder across the dark sky.

Yes they were sailing through a storm. But the Captain, after a rather harsh yet shushed lecture from Ozaian, he had announced that it was a gentle storm and safe to sail through. Katara was going to need more convincing, due to the fact that the storm had somewhat intensified since then, which was hours ago.

She breathed another sigh out of boredom. It wasn't long past noon and Katara had already checked up on Zuko, talked to Elsa, and even aimlessly wandered the ship for a time. Until she saw a rogue who was giving her eyes, then she returned to the safety of her cabin, waiting for something to happen.

When she visited Zuko that morning she couldn't help but notice how pale he looked. He had told her not to worry, saying that it was because he hadn't seen the sun in awhile, and that he was fine. But she found herself worrying about it anyway, thinking that the last thing they needed right now was someone on their side to get sick, knowing what could happen any day at any moment.

Ozaian was thankful that he was finally alone. He had just finished yet another meeting, with someone who held some sort of importance in the world's political sphere. It was his third meeting that day, and thankfully his last. But then again he had mountains of paperwork to read, sign or disapprove. And that was merely just his job as Fire Lord, not to mention he still had to take care of his invasion plans, which was another five more hours of work.

The more he thought about it the more the stress seemed to double. He reached into the bottom draw of his desk and pulled out his favorite brand of whiskey, poured himself a large glass and began to drink. Before he knew it he had finished eight or nine glasses. He had lost count after the first four.

As he finished yet another glass a servant of his barged into his office, but he barely noticed, his head felt like it was in a cloud.

"Sir!" the short man said. Ozaian finally looked up at him, acting as if it he had better things to do, or as if he didn't know what he was doing. It was hard to tell.

"I have news for you that will concern you," the little man said, just realizing that Ozaian was dead drunk.

"Then get on with it," he slurred, while trying to shout.

"Miss. Katara sent out a letter, requesting help from her brother in the South Pole. I sent out a vulture and it was successfully intercepted," the servant reported while handing a scroll to Ozaian. Who snatched it from his hand and read it in a daze.

Upon seeing the words scratched onto the page, the drunken false King suddenly became outrageously and unpredictably angry.

"Was this the only one?" he demanded.

Trembling, the spy replied, "Yes my Lord that was the one that the vulture retrieved."

Then not knowing entirely exactly what he was doing he crumpled the letter in his hand while burning the edges of the paper, and stormed out of his office, unconsciously knocking the servant to the floor, Straight towards the room of his brother's fiancé.

Katara's expectations of what would happen in the next five minutes changed immediately when Ozaian, drunk with bloodshot eyes, stormed into her room, demanding to know what the meanings of the letter was, as he threw it at her feet.

Katara was sitting on the edge of her bed, having shot up instantly when he slammed the door open to her room. She felt her stomach drop as she saw the crumbled and burned letter on the floor; she could only assume the worst from the shocking evidence. She also had reason to fear when she saw how bloodshot his eyes were, she knew defending herself with words was useless. She wrote the letter herself and signed it; anyone could point out the handwriting of a person from the water tribe.

"What exactly were you planning?" he slurred angrily as he began to stagger towards her.

She found herself scarred stiff, who knew what he could do now that he was drunk and had little control over himself. It was then that she realized that she was sitting on the edge of her bed, and Ozaian was slowly staggering toward her in his drunken state. So, hoping that he hadn't already gotten any sort of idea, she stood up and began to slowly back away from the bed. The whole time he was saying something that was un-understandable, but she could tell from the tone that he was pissed off.

She continued to back away from him, trying to lead him in a sort of circle around the room, hoping that he would be fooled, and she could make her escape.

But the cabin was small and before she knew it he had her cornered. But that didn't stop him from getting any closer to her, still muttering things that no one could understand. She felt herself shudder as he became less then a foot away from her, it was then that she noticed the look in his bloodshot amber eyes, the look of lust and longing. It made her shudder even more.

"In the Fire Nation, treason is punishable by death, but…maybe…this time I'll make an exception," Katara was able to make out from his slurred speech. He thought he was the Fire Lord, and in a way she had betrayed him. She desperately looked for a way to escape, not wanting to find out what would come next. She heard thunder roar outside as the storm intensified. It was then that she noticed the window to her room was open, and it was pouring rain outside. Rain meant water. Water meant defense, water meant freedom.

In a desperate attempt she pulled the water from outside, as much as she could, and as fast as she could through the tiny opening in the window.

Ozaian had obviously saw this by the way she was moving her arms and wrists and before she could unleash her force of water upon him he had pinned her to the wall. She screamed from the sudden push, hoping someone would be able to hear her. The water now lay useless splattered across her bed and the floor. He clenched her wrists tightly and held them by her shoulders, making her defenseless, as he attacked her neck with his lips and teeth.

She struggled all she could, but he was for more stronger then her. Her struggles and pleas were rendered useless, but that didn't stop her. She swore that she would never let Ozaian touch her, and she would do whatever it took to make sure that it was kept.

He continued to attack her neck by sucking on her dark skin until a sore and tender hickey appeared, and even nip at the skin with his teeth, making her flinch in pain. "Please stop, please," he heard her beg. Yet he ignored it as he made his way up to her chin and jawbone and began the same process that he had begun with her neck.

From the movement he felt in her jaw he could tell that she was going to scream. Knowing maids and other servants were constantly roaming the halls of the ship, he jammed his tongue down her throat, encasing her lips in his, muting whatever noise she was going to make.

Katara felt like she was going to gag, and not just from the taste of alcohol in his mouth. But, for a second she felt like that she couldn't breathe with his tongue almost down her throat. She tried to push him away and get his mouth off hers, but instead he just pushed her head against the wall, with a force great enough to make her head ring. For a moment she lost focus and began to kiss him back, it was then that she did gag, when she realized what she was doing.

He continued to grope her for the next few minutes, while still holding her immobile and useless. The only thing Katara could do was pray hoping this nightmare would end soon, and choke back tears, which also failed because a few tears managed to escape her sapphire eyes, and slide down her cheeks.

She had nearly given in to him when another opportunity for escape arose for her.

Ozaian, drunk and mind in a cloud, was growing tired of just kissing the woman that was already sworn to be his brother's. Having little inclination of how she felt or wanted, he wanted to move forward.

Seeing that his hands were occupied with restraining hers, he inserted a knee in between her legs, making the dress she wore constrict around her lower body, trying to pry her legs apart so he could have his way with her, even though both of then were fully clothed.

Katara surprised herself by actually letting him; then again it wasn't that great of a threat seeing that they were both fully dressed. As he spread her legs apart he pushed himself closer and closer against the small shaking form of the water bender, sandwiching her between the wall and him.

Katara squeaked her eyes open, just realizing that she was squeezing her eyes shut the whole time. She figured it was a way of hoping that she would wake up from the nightmare.

Her eyes wandered to his face. He was now nibbling and sucking on the left side of her face now, having started with the right. She could see the scar on the side of his face very plainly. At first glance she thought it looked exactly like Zuko's, having seen it up close herself, but now with him being this close to her, she could see the differences between his and Zuko's very plainly. Beside the white streak that Ozaian gave Zuko during their first encounter, Ozaian's scar was thinner, you could still see part of his eyebrow, and it only covered part of his ear. It wasn't crippled and entirely burnt; some part of it still remained to be fresh, healthy skin.

Her eyes then wandered down to actually see what his legs were doing with hers. He was straddling one of her legs, his legs wide open.

It was then that she saw her opportunity. So using all the strength she could muster she kneed him hard in the groin, with the leg he was straddling.

Instantly she felt his grip on her wrists loosen. Freeing her hands she summoned the water that was splattered around the room, and let it fall full force onto him. Sending him flying to the other side of the room.

It was then that she made a mad dash for the door, having no idea what was going to happen next. The last thing she saw before fleeing the room was Ozaian lying on the floor moaning in pain. She couldn't help but smirk; he deserved every single bit of it.

She dashed out the door and was going to continue her mad dash down the hallway, when suddenly she felt the big bulky arms of one of his rogues grab her, pulling her off her feet. It was obvious that Ozaian didn't want her to escape this.

She struggled, kicked, and cursed at the rogue that held her, as he half drug her, half carried her back to the cabin that she just escaped from.

For a while her focus was trying to free herself from the rogue, but she literally snapped out of it, when she felt a strong hand slap her across the cheek. She looked up and saw Ozaian, bloodshot eyes now holding nothing but anger and vengeance.

"I think its time we paid your beloved Zuko a visit," he slurred venomously, making him sound like an actual snake, that could somehow talk.

Katara didn't know what he meant, or what he would do. All she could do was be afraid and pray for a miracle as Ozaian grabbed her by her upper arm and forcefully dragged her down the hall toward the brig. Could it get any worse then it was?

A/N: There you have it chp. 10. I can't believe this my tenth chappie ^_^. But apparently with the way this story is going its going to be quite a few more chapters, i'm still unsure, but it is in progress.

What do you think Ozaian is going to do to Zuko? Can it really get any worse? I mean look at what he almost did to Katara. UGH! that was hard for me to write. I felt that it was to show part of his character. Cause it seems that when your drunk, that crazy little inner you comes out it seems. Your completely honest with everything and you have very little control.( Reminder that this is purely based from what I've seen and heard on TV. I have never been drunk, or known anybody that has been. But I have seen distant strangers from afar that are drunk, but that is it.) So it was supposed to show what Ozaian really feels towards Katara. Feels as in doesn't respect and has a lust for. Plus it adds to the drama of it all.

I also put that scar difference thing in because I felt that Zuko and Ozaian needed to have a little more differences when it came to their scars.

I'll try to have the next chapter up soon. I know I said every week or so, but these chapters take awhile to write, longer then i assumed. So I'm very sorry.

I would also love to hear what you think will happen next, since I left it at a somewhat evil cliffhanger.

-See ya!:)