A/N: Hey again guys. Thank you so much for reading this, and bearing with me. Believe me, this was wayyyy scarier in dream form.
So, this is the second chapter! Horaaay! Haha. Well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I still do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender.
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Of course, they couldn't feel threatened unless he gave them a reason to. Right? Maybe.
Katara was sitting in the corner of the "room" with Aang by her side, waiting for the man who they found out is called Yi-Lo, come back with plans for them.
"You think the gaang is worried?" Katara asked dully, her head in her hands.
"Probably. But, there's nothing we can do. We'll be done with this as soon as he comes back," Aang replied, as he rose, awaiting Yi-Lo's return.
"Okay, youngsters, here are the plans!" he called, as he threw some paper at Aang. Aang airbent them into his hands and read it.
"So you want us to build a clubhouse for you? Why?" Katara questioned.
"Yes, I do. Because, this little thing is too crowded for me, and I need a home, right?"
"I guess," Aang muttered.
"So when do we get to the place you want us to build it?" Katara asked, trying not to show her cruddy attitude.
"Soon. But we have to walk a lot, and I suggest you stay close to me. I will return," he said, excusing himself oddly from the room.
"Oka-ay," Aang muttered.
"This is getting a little weird. You're sure we just can't say we have some odd event to go to?" Katara asked, her worry gathering a bit more.
"No, I already tried. He's set on us helping him. Anyway, it can't be that bad, right?" Aang replied, squinting.
"I suppose not," she sighed.
Yi-Lo came back, holding buckets that had shovels and digging materials in them.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked, almost accented, not in a mean or nice way.
"Sure...Um, how long is this going to take? We have somet-" Katara was cut off.
"No, you don't. Let's go." And with that, he led them out of the small 'room.' The horrifying thing was: he brought a knife along with him.
"Aang, I'm officially scared and freaked out," Katara murmured under her breath.
"Same here," Aang replied, with a stolen glance over to the knife the man held under his coat.
"What's the knife for?" Aang asked, he felt he had the authority to. He was the one doing the good deed, and he was the Avatar.
"Nothing." The answer wasn't dull, yet it wasn't so overprotective. This man was a master of being in between.
"So where is this supposed place at?" Aang asked, trying to practice his bending, yet not look to real about it. He was really trying in case there was a fight...But he couldn't know that. The man stepped forward suddenly, Aang's bending mysteriously dissipated, and the knife came hurdling out.
"Would you stop showing off?" he boomed, obviously showing his distaste and dislike to Avatar nonsense.
"Gosh, I wasn't showing off. I thought maybe it'd make it quicker, airbending and earthbending. Take a chill pill," Aang said, joking, trying to lighten the mood.
"Shut up," Yi-Lo replied suddenly. Aang waved an absent minded hand at him and walked further away from him, toward Katara.
"Let's see how far we can venture from him," Aang said, his courage rebuilt and defense renewed. Katara nodded. They started to loosen the invisible string that connected them, and then started to speed up a bit, noticing he wasn't following. The woods were now in a downhill form, still thick, but Aang had been here many of times. Flying, that is. Not actually in the woods...
Together, they ran. Aang held onto Katara's arm at all times, almost ushering her out. Making sure they didn't trip. They forgot bending, since they knew somehow it didn't make a difference on him...Another mystery worth finding out.
"C'mon," Aang muttered lightly, so low Katara had to lean in to hear him. He started to run, and so did she.
They came to a stop in the forest area, where it cut off into a small creek-like area, yet the water was barely up to their ankles. Mud covered almost everything.
But, their hearts sank, as there, laying on the rock, elbow on the rock, hand holding head, sat Sokka. They looked for a while longer, until Katara interrupted in a shaky voice.
"He's dead," she said, holding back tears and the urge to run toward him and try her hardest to heal. But before words came out of Aang's mouth, Sokka replied.
"I'm not dead," he said, almost in a calm, knowing type of way...