Hello there! I am super sorry for the long wait. Basketball was a bitch. The holidays took up most of my time. Semester test kicked my ass (I passed, but the studying was extremely hard). I got a new girlfriend (so we all know how much dedication that takes). And my rock band finally got a gig. We are playing a new year's show at our school, from 11:00 to midnight. Band practice, basketball practice, and other fan fics will take up some time, so just for a fair warning, the next chapter will take a while.

In the mean time, I have a situation to talk to you about. It's not necessarily dire, but I'd like your opinion as fans. During lunch on our last day of school, one girl in my class had a Avatar character theme songs list. Immediately afterwards, other kids made their list of songs as well. When I presented mine, most of the kids teased me and made fun of the songs I chose. (We are extremely differing on genres. I=Paul McCartney, They=Jesse McCartney.) So I decided to post my list up on this chapter and ask for your opinion on the list.

Aang: Imagine (By: John Lennon.) For me, this song fully captures Aang's motives for peace and John Lennon seems like such a perfect person to compare to Aang. Aang is charismatic and optimistic, (Like John in A Hard Day's Night.) and Aang is also a man wishing for peace, (John Lennon when he was an activist.) and every time I hear this song, I just picture Aang playing this on the piano with Katara be his side. Speaking of which…

Katara: Waterfalls (By: TLC) the title says it all. And I know that Lisa "One-Eye" Lopez seems so much more like Toph, but for me, I can't hear the main chorus without thinking of Katara. And I can imagine an Avatar TLC being made up of Katara, Suki, and Toph.

Sokka: Just (By: Radiohead.) I saw a fan video on YouTube for Sokka with this song. And I immediately liked the idea. The song kinda shows how Sokka is a little clumsy and always puts himself in a bad situation. Good leader, funny character, cool guy, and I'd like to hang out with him. But, he's clumsy.

Zuko: Epic (By: Faith no more.) The song keeps asking the question, "what is it?" and for Zuko, I think that if he listened to the song, the "It" would be honor. It has this tone and this texture as if you were taking a long journey, and the piano at the end makes me immediately think of Zuko on his bad days. This is a Zuko life song.

Toph: Stronger (By: Kanye West) it just perfectly fits Toph. There are many lines in the song that make me think of her. Like "Bow in the presence of greatness," and "You should be honor by my lateness, that I would even show up for this fake shit." It just has this full of itself attitude, and if there is one member of the gang, who has a really high self-esteem, it's Toph. C'mon, admit it.

Mai: The One (By: Elena Siegman.) I don't have that many songs on my ITunes that have Dark themes that would suit Mai, and I don't really listen to much Paramore. (*doges rocks thrown by readers* I know, I know.) but for me, this song seems like something Mai would listen to, and it actually sounds like Mai is singing the freaking song. It's monotone, it's dark, it has to be Mai.

Suki: Hit Me with Your Best Shot (By: Pat Benatar) need I say more. It fits. Full feminism. No need for comment. Moving on.

Ty Lee: Your love is my Drug. (By: Ke$ha.) I always find that when I hear this song, Ty Lee pops up. It just seems so bubblegum and pop like. It's fully happy and joyful. And Ty Lee is always happy. Moving on.

Azula: Liar (By: Henry Rollins.) Just listen to the song, right now! RIGHT NOW! Open up another window, go to GrooveShark and type in Henry Rollins and listen to the song. It fully fits. I can just Imagine Azula singing this song. And the ending line, "and I'll keep lying. I promise." Epic. Just purely Azula like Epic.

Jet: Blank Generation (By: Richard Hell and The Volvoids.) a pure punk rock, "fuck the system" rebel song, can only fit the biggest rebel character. And it has this tone like Jet was writing the song.

And that's my list. Please give your opinions in the comment section. Now sit back, relax, and enjoy this new chapter.

It was already a bad day.

She was not allowed to sleep in her usual bed. After her actions last night and the day before, the staff and advisors ordered for her to be transferred to a cell for her rest, instead of her usual cot. As a result, her neck and spine aced with pain. And because of this, she couldn't sleep. She yelled and screamed at the top of her lungs. She breathed fire and spewed it out of the cell walls. The guards in front of the door did indeed jump at the sight of this, but as she continued to scream, they continued to remain resistant. It was apparent that those guards wouldn't leave. So she stood up, all night, and did not gain any slumber.

When she was ordered to go and report for her therapy, it had come to her at the worst time possible. She was standing in the lunch line, when one guard was advised to find the crazed lunatic of a woman and send her to the therapy room. To say that she was resistant, would have been an understatement. Again, the order came at the worst possible time. One of the members of the lunch staff was holding out the spatula to give Azula a bowl of soup. So when the guard tapped her on the shoulder, and order her to leave, she amazed everyone by breaking free of her straight jacket, reaching over the counter, and throwing the entire pot of hot boiling soup on his face.

The scars wouldn't leave for approximately 3 years.

They grabbed her and threw her into the room against her will. This was apparent by her raging screaming. It was a blood curdling scream that would send shivers up anyone's spine who heard it. She was furious. As time passed, she eventually lost all of her rage, and sat down on the chair at the table, and waited for her doctor's arrival. So she waited…..and waited…..and waited. An hour and a half later, her anger was replaced by annoyance. A scowl revealed itself on her face. It had already been a dreadful day. She wasn't allowed perfect sleep. She wasn't allowed makeup. And she was denied food. She was in no mood for waiting.

It had been a bad day, and it was about to get worst for her.

She was looking into the viewing room, watching all the advisors sit behind it. They watched her like a zoo animal. It made her sick. But she found something Ironic about the whole situation. Well, maybe not necessarily ironic, but fairly amusing. Before her attacks and outburst of anger which resulted in murder, she only had at least 7 advisors. Now, she had 14 advisors, double the original number. They included the entire gang, or what was left of them; Sokka, Toph, Suki, and Mai. A dirty smile smeared itself across her lips as she thought deviously, if I really wanted so much attention, I should have started killing way earlier.

She watched them, and noticed something very odd. Each person had this strange tick. Every few seconds, they would nervously twitch their eyes and necks. Was it out of fear? Possibly. After all, she did kill one of their friends. But this entire nervous atmosphere was starting to affect the poor girl. And so, with her nerves on high velocity, she spoke directly to her audience.

"Why are you acting so nervous?" she proclaim with a smile. This resulted in a distressful jump from Sokka in his chair. She furrowed her brows at the sight of this. "Come on," she whined without any reserve. With a psychotic grin she exclaimed. "You know that Mailto doesn't like an unhappy audience."

At that moment, the door at the end of the hallway opened. At first, she thought it was Mailto. She smiled happily, which sacred most of the audience, for they had never seen Azula happy. While these useless therapy sessions did annoy her, she happened to very much enjoy the doctors company. After ten years of mental evaluation and confinement, she came to think of the doctor as her companion, possibly even more, if vanity allowed it. She came to know the doctor very well, and knew how to make Mailto very agitated. She enjoyed doing this, and as the shadowy figure came into the room, she prepared herself for another round of therapy, in her favor.

Then, as more of the dark figure became recognizable, Azula's devious grin soon turned into a scowl of horror. This was defiantly not Mailto. Furthermore, this was someone that she utterly despised. She thought of this man as weak. She thought of this man as limp and supine coward. She hated this man. She wanted him to burn. A coward like him gave her a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. And soon, her scowl of horror turned into a scowl of annoyance.

Announcing as if it were bile spewing from her lips, she proclaimed his name. "Long Feng."

Long Feng walked into the room with confidence. He looked drastically different from the night before. It amazing what a little brush up and a trip to the spa could do for a prisoner. The long, gray, horrid shaggy beard that reeked of fowl prison smells; gone. The texture of his skin was now no less than perfect. Even his finger nails, which were long, yellow, and completely disgusting, were now transformed into perfectly trimmed and cleaned nails that the spirits would have been jealous of.

He sat down on the chair. His self confidence was booming, and it projected itself through the way he talked. There was no doubt in his mind, that he would be the victor. "Good morning, Azula. And how are we feeling today?"

She sighed exasperatingly and without reserve. She blew a strand of hair that had covered her eyes out of her face. "Awful, actually." She stated casually. "Where's Mailto? I'm usually greeted by his presence, and not this ungrateful swine of a man that is you."

Long Fen smiled with nostalgia. And while this comment did anger him, he had a job to do, so his emotions were strictly professional. "Dr. Mailto is no longer with us. He sent in his retirement papers in this morning."

She opened her face in shock. Her jaw dropped open. Her eyes showed that she was confused. She gave off a sound that caused the entire gang to look at each other with quirked brows, and inquisitive looks. For the first time in a long time, she gasped out of amazement and was very surprised by the news. She looked lost and sadden.

"He left because of me?" she asked dreadfully.

"It appears so, yes." Long Feng exclaimed with a smile. It was a smile that was distrustful, and was only used to shown that he had won.

She at first looked very distressed. It was a panic look that most of the gang wasn't accustomed to. In fact, Zuko got off his chair and leaned against the glass to get a closer look of his sister, unsure of what was going on. She never was surprised, and even if she was, she never showed her suffering. But now she was glancing at the table, holding fistfuls of her hair, and choked on her ragged breath as she held back tears. She looked horrible.

Suddenly, she gave off that annoyed sigh once more. And when she lifted her head from the table, she had an annoyed and bored look that even Mai was impressed by.

"Well I suppose that He didn't like my gift giving attitude." She proclaimed.

Long Feng corked his brow, unsure what to make of what she just said. "Gift Giving Attitude?" Long Feng inquired.

"Why yes," Azula proclaimed, shaking due to her insanity as she spoke. Sometimes, she would even stutter. But never the less, she remained self-righteous and empowered as she spoke. "I, in fact was very joyful. I couldn't believe my brother's rude actions towards me. And now Mailto has treated me unkind. I give my brother a present, and both of them are offensive towards me?" then, she twitched her eyes back and forth, as if she was coming to terms with her actions. "I suppose Mailto had the right to be angry. After all, I give my brother a gift, and I give him nothing. But it's hard to find the right person to kill for Mailto. Trying to buy him a gift is hard. I mean, what do you give a man who has everything."

Feng provided the answer. "Nothing." He replied.

Azula furrowed her brows, and she se gave off a confused look. In her eyes, greed was something to be admired. She was raised to believe that greed was good; or at least that was taught to her by her father. So for someone to tell her that nothing was the greatest gift of all, it struck Azula in a way that left her shocked. She believed that the more you had, the more you wanted.

Feng, didn't ever think another thought about his answer. Sitting his feather pen down after he took his notes, he rested he hands on his lap, as he gave off his second question. "Let's start with something simple." He proclaimed. "Why do you think you're here?"

If Azula could, she would have crossed her arms in a rebellious attitude. Though it's very hard to cross ones arms, if you're already in a straight jacket. "Back to square one, are we?" she asked with a sarcastic smile. "All that progress, now vanished?"

Long Feng looked up with a prying brow. He was not expecting this as an answer. In fact, he was flabbergasted. "You believe you were making progress?" he questioned unbelievably.

"With him, yes. With you….oh no. I see no future with us." Azula exclaimed. Then, using her teeth, she bent over on the table, and grabbed the pencil in her mouth. Bringing it up, she moved it around until she got the pencil vertical. She spat the pencil with a mighty force. The pencil flew all the way down to the other end of the therapy room. Long Fen looked at Azula, with a mixture of awe and wisdom. "Now, why don't you take your sorry, wimpy, cowering ass and crawl back under whatever hole from which you came,"

Long Feng sighed as he held the bridge of his nose. This was a typical reaction that he was expecting from Azula. It was violent, rebellious, and filled with angry and rage. But all of that would change in an instant. Long Fen was sure of this. He had all of this confidence in his art. This new form of therapy was going to take the world by storm. And if he cured Azula, he would get not only the fame and recognition from his colleges, but he might in fact get a pardon from Zuko. No more jailing, no more imprisonment. And most of all, he'd be a free man. All that mattered now was this therapy session, and the results it would bring.

"I think by the end of this session, you'll be viewing that pretty differently." Ashe said this; he stood up from his chair. He began pacing back and forth with a parading attitude. He was a self pompous bastard indeed. "I will be performing a….shall we say….radical approach."

"Shock therapy?" Azula questioned. Then she psychotically smiled. Small little blue sparks danced around her body. "No need to wait for a rain storm like they use to. I can take care of it all by myself. I'm a personal lightning in a bottle."

"No, no, no," Long Feng repeated with an amusing smile. "I understand that you have been having dreams. These dreams seem to coincide with your violent behavior. As you are aware of, I preformed mind wipes on various people during my time as leader of the Dai Li. A few years ago, I had an epiphany. If I can erase memories, perhaps I can erase behavior. Of course, that behavior can't be based on instinct, such as eating or speaking. But I can defiantly erase certain emotional qualities of a person. Emotions are kind of like ideas. They are the most parasitic and sometimes, the most destructive thoughts that rage throughout the human body. Thoughts can be erased. Idea's can be planted. Emotions first must be planted, and then erased. I can perform this. I am a strong advocate of Hypnotherapy. And I believe, that with the right amount of effort, you can be cured with only one Hypno session."

Azula literally gasped in shock. Her eyes widen with splendor. She was amazed by this statement. She could finally be cured? She dreamt of a world without the voices. A world where she would finally be at peace. And she smiled at these thoughts. For the first time in her life, she was hopeful. "One!" she exclaimed with amazement.

Zuko, behind the mirror, chuckled and smiled at this. While he was not entirely sure that this would work, he felt that the spirits had to be in their favor. After all, his sister was finally enthusiastic. Zuko now had to put his completely trust in Feng's hands. It seemed like a near impossible task. But it had to be done. For his sister's stake, for his stake, for the world's stake, this was their last ditch effort. And Zuko smiled. He had some confidence, knowing that Azula was fully willing to be cured.

After Long Feng nod and smiled at agreement at Azula's reaction, she leaned back and somehow returned to the original monotone emotion that she presented at the beginning of the therapy session. "All right, I'm game." Azula proclaimed as if she were bored. "But how radical are we talking?"

She was uncomfortable.

She looked uncomfortable. In fact, she looked mighty frighten. She was currently bound to a wooden chair with straps around her wrist and ankles. The chair was placed right in the middle of a circular track, just like how the Dai Li use to perform mind wipes. She looked like an animal that had been taken away from its habitat, and placed in an ecosystem to which it wasn't accustom to. She was defiantly, not accustom to bondage. And with a window to her left, with all the advisors and the gang watching her, she got a strange sense of stage fright. In fact, she was so frighten, she started to stutter.

"I-I-I'm a little bit nervous about this one doc." She stuttered.

Long Feng faced Azula from the outside of the tack. He lit a lamp with a match as he spoke. "Relax," Long Feng instructed as he placed the lantern on the track. "It will not hurt. We are merely observing your unconscious brain patterns and emotions." Once he fixed the lamp so that it wouldn't fall off, he looked towards the observation window to his left, and nod to the guest out of thankfulness. It had taken a while, which was why he was so late to begin therapy, but with the help of Toph and a few staff members, Long Feng was able to use an abandon room, and turned it into a hypno-chamber. Once the avatar shook his head up and down out of reply, Long Feng turned back to his patient. "Now, do you have any questions before we begin?"

Azula stayed quiet for a few moments, as her eyes twitched. She seemed like she was trying to think of a reasonable question. Then, after those few moments of what appeared to be thinking, Azula looked directly at Feng. "Yes, I have one question. If this works, and I wake up, and my pants are off an there's something between my legs-"

Long Feng chuckled at this statement, causing Azula to be interrupted. "Relax." He ordered once more. "A patient will only do what he or she would be willing to do in a conscious state."

There was a few more seconds of silence. Then Azula spoke once more. "Like I said, if I wake up and my pants are off, and there's something between my legs…" When she said this, she lifted what she would of her hand, and pumped her index and middle finger, symbolizing that those fingers would be that "something."

Feng was somewhat disturbed by this comment. But he closed his eyes, and shook this distress off. He had a job to do. Using his earth bending, he slowly caused the lamp to move along its tracks. It surrounded Azula in its circular pattern, and she was entranced. Long Feng noticed this. She was now in hypnosis. But she was not in her unconscious state. She was only half hypnotized. She needed to be fully hypnotized, so that the left and right side of her brain were in sync. To do this, Long Feng needed her to settle down, and almost fall asleep.

"Close your eyes." Long Feng commanded with a soothing, yet strong voice. Azula immediately obeyed, and her eyelids closed. Keeping the light moving, using its sound to keep Azula hypnotized, he began to speak. "Clear your thoughts. Now, I want you to imagine a place of safety. A sanctuary. It's quiet, peaceful, and you are in no danger. There is no one there to disturb you."

Azula, as she was being told about this place of safety, began to enter a strange dream like sleep. Her eyes twitched about inside her eye lids. Her breath became slower than normal. Her shoulders, which were usually tense, almost lowered themselves past her chest, it that was possible. Her fingers and toes would curl and uncurl involuntarily, as she became relaxed, and at ease. She was now in a complete state of unconsciousness.

This was perfect for Feng. He had her right where he wanted. She was now a pawn in his hand, and he was ready to take the next step in this round of hypnosis. "Breath in deeply," he commanded her.

She breathed in so deep that she almost sucked the atmosphere out of the room. her lungs had filled themselves to the brim with oxygen.

"Exhale." Long Feng ordred.

She breathed out deeply. Anything that might have caused her to cough or breath shallow had been removed. Her throat was clear. Her nostrils were clear. But most importantly, he3r mind was clear. She focused on the one place of safety that Long Feng ordered her to remember. She thought about the place vividly. Every detail of this sanctuary was intense and powerful. It was almost like…..she was there.

With a powerful, strong voice, Long Feng commanded her, "Open your eyes."

And her eyes opened widely. It was a rebirth. It was almost like she was shot out of a cannon. She was now fully hypnotized. She was awake, but remained unconscious. She was living inside her head. Her dream was now real. She was completely clear and trouble free. The avatar and the rest of the gang, who had been watching this, almost seemed like they were reborn as well. They had never seen Azula in such an entranced state.

This was perfect for Long Feng. When a subject undergoes a very intense hypnotic state like Azula, the hypnotists could remove, add, or bend certain qualities of that individual. This was perfect for removing violent and erratic behavior. In order to do this, Long Fen had to understand what her place of safety was.

Hypnotherapy was now in session.

Long Feng started with a normal nonchalant like question. "Describe this place of safety to me."

Her eyes lidded themselves. Her voice was zombie like. She almost seemed half asleep, or possibly dead. It was so slow and so casual that the entire gang felt chills travel down there spine when she spoke. Even the advisors got the creeps. "….I feel….safe."

Long Feng was just about to ask another question. The silence started to become unbearable. As he was about to open his mouth, Azula finally began to speak once more.

"I feel like I'm on waves…It reminds me of the ocean…and I never felt more comfortable in my life." Azula said.

"….are you on a boat…a raft?" Long Feng asked with an inquisitive look at this hypnotized Azula.

"…no…It's a waterbed."

It was a reply that no one was expecting. The gang looked at each other inside the viewing both with curious looks and strange corked brows. Long Feng was even awestruck by this answer. This was defiantly not a normal answer. But then again, Azula was not a normal girl. So shaking the reply off, he continued as if nothing happened.

"Are you in a bedroom?" Long Feng asked.

"Well that's a good question." Azula replied with a monotone voice and a gonzo attitude. But before Long Feng could help his patient along with therapy, she said something that made the entire gang, with the exception of Zuko, chuckle. "You know what another good question is…why am I naked in this room?"

Zuko was completely mortified. Any brother would be mortified if their family member, let alone their sister, said something like that. He was outraged, and his sister was embarrassing him. The rest of the gang, including Aang and Long Feng, began to blush and tried to hold back giggles. Sokka was somewhat slipping, and cackles could be heard from across the room.

Long Feng brushed this off, and realized that while amusing, this Q&A was starting to become completely unprofessional. "Let's move on." He suggested. "Are you in a house? Are you in an inn?"

"It's not my home," Azula replied in her hypno daze. "But it feels like home. It actually feels more like home, than my actual home…..it's strange really. I have never felt…..so safe."

"That is good." Long Feng announced. "Tell me your earliest memor-"

Long Feng was immediately interrupted by Azula, who said the three simple words that haunted the gang, and made the entire atmosphere fill with fear and turmoil. Very dryly, she exclaimed, "I'm not alone."

The entire group was in shock. Their eyes widened at this statement. Even Long Feng was caught off by this statement. It was a strange and haunting atmosphere that filled the room. Her eyes were no completely closed, as the dream became more and more vivid.

"I am not the only one in this bed…there is this beautiful girl right beside me." And with a smirk, still in hypnosis, she said. "Why don't you ask her about her pants?"

The entire gang was completely confused. Long Feng was completely perplexed. He was baffled by her statement earlier, and with this, he became even more puzzled. "….ae you a lesbian?" he asked sincerely.

"Not by nature," she explained. "And I don't really do it often, but I'll take what I can get. Women are just about as fun as men. And let me tell you this. Past lovers, provided some comfort. But this one, female or not, she has given me such a safe feeling, that I have never felt before."

"Is this woman a girlfriend?" Feng asked his patient.

"No. and I really don't see any future in a relationship. She's a married woman."

"….and that bothers you?" Feng asked confused.

"No. she'd choose me over him any day of the week." She stated with a dull dreamlike voice.

"Then that means that this woman, see's something in you that is human; different from the others." Long Feng advised.

The whole gang in the viewing both wondered what it could possibly have been that made Azula more human. But more importantly, they thought about this mystery woman, and who it possibly could have been.

"Well…I like being around her." Azula proclaimed.

"Are you the same when you're with her?" Feng asked.

"Not at all." Azula replied. "She helps me."

"How so?"

"There is only one thing that we do to each other. And it benefits the both of us." As she said this, her voice began to color itself in a seductive way, and in her hypnotic state, she licked her lips and smiled deviously.

"Uh…..I think I get the picture." Long Feng commented. "Where did you meet her?"

That's when Azula shocked everyone in the room. Instead of answering Feng's question, she continued on with her earlier comment. This troubled Feng a bit. He worried that she might have been getting a little bit to deep in hypnosis. But, he decided to relax, knowing that after she was finished with her spiel, he could pull her back. However, he wasn't expecting the shocking conclusion to her monologue.

"But of course, all good things have to come to an end." She proclaimed. "We have been seeing less and less of each other, and she's been hanging out with her husband more and more. So, I thought of ending the relationship in more ways than one. When I told her, she panicked. She tried to run out of the house and explained to me that she was going to get her husband. Now, I couldn't have that, so I had to end the relationship…..I smashed her face in with a rock."

Everyone did a complete double take. They were shocked by how lightly and how nonchalantly she explained a very horrific and violent action. Long Fen was completely stunned. He was not aware of how messed up her subconscious was. Once she exclaimed this, the room filled with a mortified and dreadful atmosphere. Long Feng feared that she was getting too wrapped up in her subconscious, and feared that she might get stuck inside her own dreams. So, he started to slow down the lamp on its rail, hoping that if he stopped the lamp, she'd come back out of her state.

Long Feng was actually so traumatized by her ending comment, that he wasn't sure that he heard her correctly. "You did what?" he asked both viciously and curiously.

"I had to, really." Azula explained in her hypnotic state. "She was going to tell her husband. I couldn't have that. So I had to kill her." She began to squint her eyes. They twitched about in her eye lids. Long Feng was immediately frightened. She was getting lost inside her dream. She was being eaten alive by her subconscious. "Now I have this body to deal with. I'm wondering about stuffing it in the closet."

Suddenly, Azula opened her eyes. She gasped out of shock. Her eyes were now animalistic. They were blazing with fear. "What was that?" she screamed. Her eyes twitched back and forth. "Oh No. her husband. He's coming home. I can see him outside the window. I got to hide the body fast." Suddenly, she began shaking and thrashing herself on the chair. She was trembling with fear and thrashed about violently. "I have to get out of here. Oh shit! Where are my pant's!"

Long Feng immediately stopped the lamp. He rushed over and in a bold and daring move; he jumped over the circular railing, and got right up close and personal with Azula. He placed his hands on her shoulders, hoping to bring her back to reality. The atmosphere became intense. All the people who were watching from the observation booth were now leaning on the glass. Zuko had his forehead pressed up against it, just to try and get a beeter view of what was happening. Everyone was on the breaking point of full out panic, including Long Feng. However, with a small, soothing voice, and with a very small shake, he spoke to Azula.

"Relax," he commanded. "Breath in, and count to ten."

"THERE'S NO TIME TO COUNT TO TEN. I GOT TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Azula exclaimed at Long Feng with the frailest eyes. "I got to push the body in the closet." She then began kicking her feet, as if she actually was pushing a body. "Okay. Now that I got that taken care of. I got to get out of here." With that, she thrashed her body with the most righteous and dominant force. She would have fallen straight to the floor, but Long Feng's hands remained firm, and she stayed on her chair, without falling to the floor.

She was gasping and panting for oxygen. Her eyes were filled with the fire of fear. Slowly, she began to miraculously calm down. "OKAY!...okay…okay…..I'm out of the house…I jumped out of the window." Suddenly, her eyes closed once more. Her eyes dashed about in her lids. She entered the dream like hypnosis once more. And with that zombie like voice, she exclaimed long and drawn out, "….I'm safe."

Long Feng was completely flabbergasted. "…you're safe after leaving this place?"

Like before, she didn't acknowledge the question. "And I can even recognize the house." She moved her neck forward, and with her eyes closed, she described the house. "It's a tall guest house. It's green and gold. And it's right besides the main road, in Ba Sing Se."

The whole room immediately became silent. You could have heard a pen drop from a mile away. This by far was the most shocking thing anyone had ever said under hypnosis. Why? Because the place was real. She was describing a real place. And Long Feng was completely flabbergasted. Because….

"….That…..that's my home." Long Feng described shockingly. "That's my home you're describing."

She opened her eyes. The animalistic eyes of fear, turmoil, anger, or complete excitement, were replaced with her usual yellow eyes. Once she did this, Long Feng jumped a little, for the sight of her suddenly snapping out of hypnosis was unexpected. Once he shivered in fear, Azula grew a wicked devious smile. And with a voice that was so carless and sardonic than ever, she told him the truth without remorse.

"Of course it's your home. My lover was your wife and we used your waterbed."

He was shocked.

And at the worst possible time ever, the sound of a door opening quickly and aggressively rang throughout the room. Long Feng turned around and noticed that a man burst through the door at the end of the hypno room. He seemed to be a messenger. His stance was that of fear. He hyperventilated as he breathed. His eyes were widened with fear. And before Feng could ask him why he was in the room, and how come he so rudely interrupted this intense moment, the messenger gave off the worst possible news ever.

"Long Feng! He exclaimed. As he spoke, he spoke fast and fearfully. "My name is Jerome Lee. I'm a messenger from the earth kingdom security. Around 11:00 am, a small group of earth army officials entered your house acting on complaints from the neighbors about a horrendous smell. We checked every single room, and we ended up tracking the smell to your bedroom closet. Sir…..we found your wife…she's dead. Her face appeared to be smashed in by some kind of weight."

Long Feng's heart rate raced. His eyes became spacious with both trepidation and anger. He turned his head back around towards Azula. The whole gang was now more staggered than ever, and the room was concealed with the thick fog of despair. Feng watched Azula with the most horrified eyes. Azula looked up at him, and corked her brow in a self-righteous and sardonic fasion.

"Did you honestly think that I had no clue you'd be my replacement doctor?" Azula stated with a sarcastic grin.

Long Feng looked at Azula quietly for three seconds.

And then he snapped.

"YOU FUCKING WHORE!" He exclaimed as he ran out to her. He brought his hand up and slapped her with the back of his hand. It was a vicious slap that would leave a woman scared for days. Upon contact, everything went into chaos. The observation room went insane. Officials flew out of their chairs, and began to enter a state of distress. Zuko literally flew against the window, started beating it, and exclaimed, "NOOOO!"

And Azula did the most psychotic thing ever. After the slap, she began to laugh. It was a full hearty laugh that proved her insanity. Long Feng grabbed her throat and threw her against the floor. He brought up his right fist and began smashing her temple and right eye. He was beating her to death. She was becoming a bloody corpse. And she laughed as she was being choked and beaten to hell. In fact, she was screaming out laughter with an uproarious force that she seemed to be enjoying her turmoil.

The only person that was able to rise above the panic, and run out of the observation room to grab a guard to help him pull Long Feng off Azula, was Aang. And being an earth bender, he flew out of the room with hurricane speeds. He grabbed the nearest guard and ordered him to come with him. As the awestruck and completely mortified crowd in the observation room watched Azula get punched in the face, out of nowhere, Aang and a guard came rushing into the room. They grabbed Long Feng under his arms. The grabbed the frantic man and pulled him off of Azula and out of the room.

Aang noticed Azula on the floor. His jaw hit the floor. He was sickened and shocked. Her face was already beginning to swell. Her right eye was bleeding, and she spat out blood between every intake of breath. Part of her lip was bitten off. She might have been confused for a dead bloody corpse, had it not been for one particular factor. She was laughing hysterically at the top of her lungs. And she didn't seem to stop.

As Aang and the guard pulled Long Feng out of the room, he exclaimed six words, over and over again. It was the same exact arrangement of the words, and it was the same exact sentence. Long Feng screamed at the top of his lungs, "HOW DOES SHE KNOW THESE THINGS!"

While the chaos reigned throughout the observation room, no one noticed the depressed and defeated fire lord had disappeared. No one had noticed that he had placed himself into the very far left corner of the room, and stared at the wall. No one noticed that his face was buried into his hands. And no one noticed that he was crying, facing the wall, and exclaiming under his breath, "What am I going to do?"

And that was the chapter. It's been a while, so I might be a little rusty. I really hope that you enjoyed it. And please review! And when you review, I'd really like to see your opinion on my Avatar IPod songs. and if you go to my author's page, i have an avatar/ the beatles comparison chart. please comment on that as well.

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