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The city lights were still blinding throughout the night. Aang watched over the edge of the building, eyes dull with blank emotions. Even the glow from the lights warping around the dangerous city didn't seem to affect his façade. He turned around slowly, and almost instantly he had wished he hadn't. Right before his cloudy eyes stood a girl, but not just any girl.

She wore the same outfit as him: black clothes, black Timberlands, and a black headband with a red symbol in the middle. Her body format was to die for, and her conceited nature knew it. The ditzy girl skipped up to Aang humming a familiar tune. She looked into his eyes with such passion (or was it a flirty gaze?) it almost freaked Aang out.

"Sooo, did you do your job yet?" she spoke with a purr.

Aang rolled his eyes and put his gloved hands on her slender shoulders. "Yes, Ty-Lee. Were you waiting for me or something stalker-like?" Aang said with a serious tone.

The brown-headed girl crossed her arms and pouted. Her pigtails were long, slipping down her back without a tangle in sight. Ty-Lee was seventeen but her actions made her seem like a huge nine-year-old. She was loved by many, but at times she was too childish. Ever since the Midnight Phoenix group began, Ty-Lee had a huge crush on Aang.

Ty-Lee looked up at him with her big, brown eyes and said, "No, I had killed seven people tonight! It's a new record y'know."

Aang scoffed and walked past her without a second glance. He hated her bragging and childish games. Couldn't she see that life wasn't always fun and games? Was she that naïve and ignorant that she didn't see his angry mood? Once Aang realized that he was clenching and unclenching his fists he couldn't help but ponder; what had gotten him so worked up in the first place? Nobody challenged him today; Katara was just a practice dummy in his eyes. Yet as he recalled fighting with her, he couldn't help but feel rage.

The hideout for the Midnight Phoenixes wasn't anything out of the ordinary. It was just a normal looking house, with a normal looking façade and normal looking residents. The cream colored house actually had a homely vibe radiating off of it. But, if someone were to walk inside and go down to the basement… the resident won't seem as friendly as they seem to be. It is hard to locate the basement's entrance though. For one thing Zuko, the boss of the Midnight Phoenixes, had a cunning way to hide the doorway. There's a bookcase in the Den area, not any way, shape, or form different looking than the others.

Somebody would have to pick a certain book, (it was ironically a book about thieves) and open it. There it would be a hand scanner that only allowed a member to get in. If the hand scan was correct, the bookcase would slide to the side revealing a passage way that looked like it would be for the FBI.

Aang walked the long corridors with his hands in his pockets. It had been exactly thirteen hours since he had encountered Katara. His mind was still cloudy from the experience, but it was always that way. She made his heart race, his spine tingle, and most importantly, she made him smile. Aang wasn't known to smile around anybody; the closest would be a twitch at the corner of his lips. He wasn't a heartless bastard like most would think, but his actions were sometimes abnormal.

His past wasn't a walk in the park like others'. Aang let out a sigh of sadness when he thought about his family. They had been killed so easily, so horribly it would bring him to tears. He ran a hand through his hair and looked around his work area. It was a mess with papers and unfiled folders scattered about.

He wasn't a very organized person when it came to paperwork. That was one of the main reasons why Zuko sent him out to do dirty work, and all of the girls did the paper labor. As soon as he began to straighten off his desk, there was a knock at his office door.

"Hello, Aang."

Aang exhaled dramatically and turned to see another person that pissed him off regularly. "What do you want, Azula?"

Azula scrunched her nose in disgust and walked into the room with a playful grin and a bright red apple. This killer was as deadly as Aang, but she was a bit more fun. Not Ty-Lee fun, but she knew how to make a room brighter with comedy. She had the looks of her brother Zuko; mustard eyes and thick black hair. Azula usually stayed at the hideout wearing nothing but pajamas. Dirty work wasn't her specialty even if she was great at it.

"No need to get bitchy. I was just trying to let you know that Zuko wanted to see you in his office. NOW," Azula explained.

Aang secretly cringed. Zuko wanted to see him?

"Oh okay then, do you know what the reason is?" Aang asked with a leveled tone.

Azula took a bite out of her apple and shook her head.

"You're never any help," Aang said with a serious tone. Before Azula could rant he walked out of the room and slammed the door.

But the thought of Zuko wanting to see him made his insides feel like jelly. What could the reason possibly be? His last few missions were not truly clean ones. In fact, that's how Katara found him this time; his fingerprints were on a door knob that led into his victim's house. But that time was an accident!

Then again, his car choice never made Zuko very happy either. His jet black Mazda RX-7 was the flashiest car out of everybody's. Zuko had warned him about adding Nitro to it, but Aang decided to anyway. The police could never catch Aang but wasn't that supposed to be a good thing?

With all of the rambling his mind did, Aang didn't notice that he was standing right in front of his boss's office. The door opened quietly and there stood Zuko with a blank expression. Aang jumped slightly and his grey eyes widened.

"Did you want to see me, Sir?"

"Ah, Aang. Yes, please come in. There is a serious issue that I would like to discuss with you." His voice was clam but there was a hidden edge to it. It was like he was worried, or maybe disturbed.

Aang walked in and sat in the chair before Zuko's clean desk. The room was extremely dark with the shades pulled down. Zuko looked stressed; his eyes were dull from the lack of sleep he had been getting. He sat down behind his desk with his hands folded out before him. His tie was crooked and his black shirt was a bit wrinkly. Aang decided against asking him how he felt; his face explained it all.

"Aang, I want to know something. Ty-Lee had informed me with some… rather disturbing news…" Zuko trailed off.

"News? What do you mean by that?" Aang said a little too loudly. He had regretted saying that when Zuko's piercing yellow eyes narrowed greatly.

"She had told me that you… you had taken a liking to our main enemy. Hadoka's daughter, Katara-"

"I do not like that fucking whore! How dare Ty-Lee make up such a ridiculous lie?" Aang growled.

Why did she make that up? Aang only liked to watch the way Katara would shiver when he cooed her name, or the way he let that blade trail across the top of her caramel breasts. Other than that, his feelings were more like lust that like. But the more he pondered that, the clearer the reason became. Of course Ty-Lee would make up a lie like that. She liked him, maybe even loved him.

"Calm down, Aang. I did not say you did but… perhaps you may have fee-"

"I don't!"

"Well, that depends on if you killed her or not like I asked. You did do it, right?" Zuko asked suspiciously.

Now that was a bit hard for Aang to answer calmly. He didn't actually kill Katara. When he practically threw her off of the building, right below her was a large dumpster. The building was only five stories high, so the impact shouldn't have killed her. But, that would be a lie if he said yes. Saying no would result in maneuvering around the truth very skillfully. How could he possible lie, let alone speak the truth?

Zuko was becoming even more worried. Aang was in full thought, and why was he thinking? Surely he wouldn't disobey Zuko's orders! That would result in a long talk… and maybe execution involved.

"I didn't kill her Zuko, but I didn't let her leave without an injury. To my guess I would think that by now she'd be dead from the damage I've done to her," Aang spoke thoroughly, without a skip in his monotonous tone.

It wasn't a complete lie because Katara did seem highly dizzy from the impact to her head. For all he knew she could've been dead. Zuko's eyes lit up with amusement which was a good sign.

"Oh really? Well, why go through all that trouble instead of eliminating her on the spot?" Zuko asked even more suspiciously.

"I decided not to," Aang spoke without thinking. Quickly he bit his tongue in anger for betraying him.

"What do you mean you decided not to? God damnit Aang, she could be walking around right now, with her pussy of a father making plans to attack us! And yet, you disobey me, let our fucking enemy live and you have the guts to tell me you didn't fucking feel like it? What are you going to do next, fuck my sister and get her pregnant?" Zuko yelled with anger lined in his words.

That made Aang anger boil over the top. Zuko was not going to sit there and yell at him for his own decisions!

"I don't know why you're yelling at me like this! Just because I didn't want to fucking kill for once doesn't mean you can take your anger out on me." Aang stood up and leaned over the desk and spoke in-between clenched teeth. "Do you get off of your lazy ass and murder people? Huh? I should make my own decisions to do what I want to. And if you don't fucking like it, then stop bitching and go do it yourself!"

That was uncalled for, Aang knew that. But all these years, Zuko chastised everyone (except his girlfriend Mai) about their 'slacking' and 'not being careful' when doing their duties. Aang was sick of it like everyone else.

"I-I can get you murdered, Aang! You have no right speaking to your boss like this!" Zuko narrowed his eyes even more and stood up his own self. He was a good few inches taller, and when he was pissed, he was really pissed! "Don't test me Aang, I know your weaknesses and what you are afraid of. How about I, yes me myself, kill your beloved Katara? Would that teach you a fucking lesson?"

Aang's eyes widened and he again spoke without thinking. He gripped Zuko's shirt in a pleading manner and pleaded, "No don't!" From the way Zuko smiled with his arms crossed, Aang realized what he had said.

"You wouldn't know how to do it correctly is what I meant…"

"Oh? Are you sure you want me to?"

Aang release his grip and sneered. "Fuck it, murder her, torture her, rape her I don't give a shit!"

And as he stormed out of that room with Zuko saying he would make arrangements for it, Aang couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness attack his heart.

Did he really want such innocence to be wiped off of the Earth?

There ya go! Chapter 2 of the story. I don't truly like this chapter but hey, it'll do. I know, Aang curses a lot but he is OOC like everyone else! Please review and flames are needed C:! *hugs Appa toy*