chapter 13....Katara's perspective......

Katara woke-up on the bed again. Although this time her hands weren't tied, Jet wasn't anywhere in the room, and she was still in her underwear. She looked on the floor for her robe. She found an oversized tunic waiting for her on the dresser.

"It's better than nothing" she muttered to herself. She pulled the tunic over her head, and it fell to her thighs. Slowly she walked to the door. It was locked, of course. She kicked a small table over, and sat down on the bed.

"This is the worst!" she yelled to no one. She was deep in thought and hadn't heard the door's hinges squeak under the weight. She jumped when Jet's voice was next to her, "what's the worst?"

"Don't do that" she said to him, "are you trying to scare me?" She stood up from the bed and walked across the room, facing a corner. She stiffened when Jet's hand rested on her shoulder. She shrugged him off, but that didn't stop him. He snaked his arms around her middle.

She pushed him off and walked over to the bed, sitting down on the lumpy mattress. She just stared at her hands in her lap. She knew that Jet sat down, when her side leaned into the mattress where his body was.

"Why?" Katara whispered. She continued to look at her hands, not bringing up her eyes to meet his.

"Why what?" he asked. He shifted closer so he could pull her to his chest, surprised that she didn't resist. She sighed into his sculpted muscles, pulling away.

"I know you didn't rape me, why?" He thought for a moment then answered truthfully.

"I couldn't do that to you, Katara. See, I can be gentle," he gently caressed her bruised cheek, to which she flinched away at his touch. She raised her slender eyebrow at him, "well, not unless your awake." He winked at her.

She turned her head to look at the wall, eyes brimming with tears, ones she hoped Jet wouldn't notice, but he did. Swiftly Katara was pulled into a giant hug, his arms crushing her against him. She struggled at first, but gave up and wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing into the friendly embrace. Jet smirked into her hair.

"I can be better than him. Just say the word, and you never have to go back to him" he whispered into the crook of her neck. She sighed and tried to pull away, but Jet wouldn't let go. Almost as though she were a stuffed animal he was afraid of losing. He finally pulled away when he felt her visibly shaking and tears falling onto him.

He took her small hands in his larger ones, squeezing them gently, feeling guilty that he put marks on her usually rosy cheeks. 2 giant bruises were on either side of her face, a few on her arms and wrists. A few bite marks forming on her neck. She looked like a prisoner-of-war.

"Katara, I'm so sorry for what I did to you, but I swear I can be better than him. I'm sure he's hit you before! Why can't you love me like I love you? Just run away with me." She looked up to meet his soft gaze.

"Jet, I can't just desert him! That would be horrible, I'm engaged to him. Don't you see that I love him! Sure I did like you, but that changed" she was scowling at him. He just gaped at her; he didn't know they were engaged.

"You're engaged to Fire Nation scum!" He shouted, jumping to his feet, unaware of the tightened grip he had on her hands.

She winced as she was pulled up his hands had her pulled of the floor, only by a few inches though. She felt the tears slide down faster as he pulled her closer to him, roughly letting her feet touch the ground before being tossed on the mattress.

"So what, you're getting married. What's next, are you already carrying his child? God Katara, why did you have to mess up my plan?" He kicked various furniture pieces around. He also kicked her leg, but he hadn't realized it until she let out an ear-piercing shriek.

She looked around for some water, but the place was as dry as the Sahara. Jet just stared at her leg, bleeding and at an odd angle. The bone was obviously broken and she could feel the tears escaping her eyes once more, although this time from pain.

"Jet, can I get some water, now!" she said through gritted teeth at him, she might be able to heal it quickly. He just nodded absent mindedly. He quickly left the room, but remembered to lock it, even though Katara couldn't move.

Katara sat on the edge of the bed, silently tending to her leg. Jet had left 10 minutes ago and he still was not back. what could be taking him so long? , she asked to her self. She looked up to the door, hoping he would barge in any moment to give her the water.

The waterbender sat there for a good 20 minutes before huffing, and slowly trying to get up. She stood using the bed frame for support. Okay, standing was easy, she thought to herself, i now for the hard part, getting to the door. She slowly limped to the door, almost falling but catching herself on the wall.

She reached the door and shook the handle, it was locked. She sighed again and was about to bang on the door, when she heard shouts coming from outside. A few thuds and some more shouts, sounding like Jet, another shout, but somebody different. No, it couldn't be, but it was…

"Zuko…" she breathed. She leaned against the door listening to their conversation.

"Jet give her back to me. I know she's here!"

"How did you find this place? And no she's not here, she's dead."

"I can tell she's here Jet, give her to me."

"She doesn't want to see you! She wants me, and only me!" Katara was furious that Jet would tell these lies, but not surprised.

Quickly she banged on the door, shouting, "Zuko! I'm in here. Help me!" She continued to pound on the door, until she heard more shouts, then a yelp. Some heavy footsteps were approaching the door. She froze where she stood, afraid of who would be coming to the door.

When someone yanked the door open she stumbled back and fell into the bed frame. The last thing she saw before losing consciousness were a pair of caring golden eyes coming towards her. Then it all went black.

the next chapter is the kick ass fight scene.......