Hey all, I don't really have anything to announce, so for once I'll just jump right in to the story since the last chapter was incredibly short

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"Let me go! He-he's going to die if we don't help him!"

"Katara, please calm down there was no one else there…"

"Yes there was! He needs our help! Let me go, dammit!"

"Sis, you're just delusional. You were inhaling so much smoke…"

"I said let me go!" Katara yelled and thrashed around in her father's arms, as Sokka and Suki hovered nearby.

Katara was harshly thrown to the floor of her room by Hadoka. Before she could even turn around to run out, the door was closed and the loud sound of it being locked rang throughout the room. Katara let out a frustrated wail and kicked at the door repeatedly, only to result in her shoe being scuffed. Desperately she yanked at the doorknob but it was no use; Hadoka locked her inside her room from the outside. She let swear words roll off her tongue and hoped her so called "family" heard how much she despised them all.

Minutes went by and her rampage simmered down into cries of horror and sadness. She sank down to the floor and let her tears drip onto the grey carpeted flooring. There was no way in hell she was going to get out of there now… All she could do was hope that, eventually, someone would unlock the door.

Why was her father so mad? It wasn't like she truly intended to be trapped inside of a burning building for half of the night! He should've been happy to see her in one piece, well her body at least. Her mind was fogged with strips of tonight's events; the smoke really did get to her. She could clearly remember that Aang was still in there… and a few clips of their conversation in that room.

Speaking of which, did he really mean everything that he had said? His words seemed true enough, but maybe he only said those things so she would trust him enough to get them out of there. If that was so, then how come he let her leave before he could? Whatever the reason, she wasn't too jolly about the outcome of the whole ordeal. They should have both escaped and had a secret friendship. Deep down inside his blackened heart, Katara knew he was a really good guy. He had even shown her a slice of that side! He couldn't continue to act cold and dark anymore with his secret let out.

Katara couldn't help but look at the worse side of everything: What if he had gotten out of the building? How was he supposed to ever see her again if his duties as an official MP would resume? Plus, he would surely get in a load of trouble for killing a fellow member… From what Katara was able to piece together, the head of the Midnight Phoenixes wasn't a soft person. Zuko was his name and Ozai was his father.

Hadoka always said Ozai was one of the most cold-blooded killers throughout the FBI's most wanted lists. Her father had fought Ozai before and almost lost his life along the way. No one could be that strong and have so many connections to the criminal community! It was just… unnatural. The SACF had never had an exact location of where the MP Lord was hiding at; every clue they had ever gotten was just misleads and a waste of valuable resources.

They had lost many other members to those rigged "clues". Some of them were violently jumped by secret MPs and others were tortured until they gave precious information away. That used to scare Katara when she was first introduced into the business. At any given moment she could be walking down a busy street and instantly killed by a sniper lurking in the shadows.

Although the SACF wasn't meant to kill, there were those times when Katara came home with bloody hands. Once, she had to severe a man's neck because he threatened to stab her with a dagger. It was the worst feeling in the world; the way one's neck would snap along with the cervical vertebraes cracking… it was a very unpleasant thing to do so someone. But those minor killings could never reach the history of MP's murders. Not in a million years.

Katara lay on her side and fiddled with her shaky fingers. The thoughts she had about Aang's whereabouts were only making her too much more anxious than she needed to be. He was a strong, cunning kid. If she had a bit more faith in him, then perhaps he would come out to be perfectly fine. He might even come to see her first… maybe even declare his love.

Katara couldn't help but let out a small giggle. Aang being romantic was the silliest thing she had ever heard of. He seemed to be the lusty type, excellent when it came to sex... That made Katara wonder, was he as magical in bed as he was when her spoke to her? Just the way his eyes would travel along the contours of her body resting here and there, and those times he would whisper delicious things in her ear left her breathless!

With her mind in the gutter, Katara continued to fantasize about Aang shirtless, pantless even! She could almost feel his soft hands caressing her shoulders, thighs and breasts. Her breathing became shaky; her body started raging a fire within herself. She was only torturing herself, however. Aang could've had a girlfriend for all she knew. Although he said that he closed himself up to outsiders, everyone needs a sexual release now and then, right?

A slight longing for a shower popped up into her head then. She reeked of burning cloth and cleaning the dirt away might help her sleep. Katara stood on wobbly legs and stalked over to her bathroom inside the confines of her room. The medium sized bedroom was rather bland; a few family portraits hung on the grey walls, a queen sized bed rested in the middle and a large screen TV also hung on the wall. Other than that, it could resemble a hotel room.

Once inside the brightly lit bathroom, Katara turned on the shower to a blisteringly hot temperature. As the water began to heat up, she turned to face her mirror and her appearance shocked her. Katara's icy eyes were tinted a shade of red, and her face was darkened. But somewhere in her eyes, show could see a glint of longing. She wasn't sure if it was the shower she wanted or Aang. Katara opened the medicine cabinet, interrupting her reflected gaze and pulled out a bar of soap.

When the bathroom was covered in a veil of steam, Katara undressed quickly and threw her dirty clothes in the white hamper that lay near the sink. Fully naked Katara was about to step into the shower, when a last minute instinct made her turn the shower to the opposite direction so she was pelted with icy water.

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It wasn't long when Suki came to Katara's room saying that Hadoka wanted to see her in his Study. Katara could have sworn she had just fallen asleep in her bed, but of course, Hadoka needed her for something. It was still dark outside. Why couldn't he wait until morning?

Katara shuffled her feet down the hallway that led to her destination. Her matching teal pajamas that had little ducks imprinted on the cloth didn't seem to help warm her from the cold draft. The hall was dimly lit and unnerving. It seemed like something could jump out of the shadows and scare the living hell out of her. Only she would think so darkly… maybe her mood influenced her mind. All she wanted to do was sleep the whole day away and worry about Aang in a few hours or so.

Outside of the Study, Katara knocked halfheartedly and entered when her father invited her in. The room had a soft glow to it; there were numerous lamps lit and the shelves and shelves of books lined along the wall made it seem like a scene from a 1700's English home. There were even deer heads on the walls, ranging from largest to smallest. Katara sat in the comfy leather brown armchair before Hadoka's desk. He didn't even look at her; he simply continued to read a letter from some other branch of the SACF.

Katara drummed her nails along the arm of the chair and hummed an impatient tune. If he was just going to sit there and act like she didn't exist, why hadn't he done this later!

"There is no reason to be so impatient, daughter," Hadoka said with a lack of emotion.

"Well I'm impatient because you woke me up and you're not even telling me what you wanted!" Katara let a sliver of her built up anger flare.

Hadoka sighed and took off his reading glasses and massaged his identical misty blue eyes. His hair was long in dreadlocks, and his figure was muscular. He turned to face Katara with a tired expression washed along his face. "Very well, then. Katara, I wanted to ask you why you had gone to the bank tonight…"

Katara's eyes widened a bit. If she said that she had received a letter that was from Suki and Sokka, he would have never believed her. It was a forged letter and she would have gotten an earful of his scolding.

"Well, I… I…" she stuttered over her words.

"No need to explain, I was simply wondering if you would tell me the truth or not… but I already know why you decided to blindly go to the bank tonight." Hadoka stood and paced around the room with his hands behind his back. "I cannot believe you do not know the difference between lovely script and your brother's unreadable writing."

Katara gulped down a clump of fear that clogged her throat. So he already knew the situation… there was no way she was going to make it seem like she was deceived. She should have known that Sokka couldn't write so neatly…

"But Father, this isn't my fault..."

"You are saying that this is not you fault? Katara, only a fool would not have known that was a fake note!" Hadoka snarled.

Katara turned to see her father beginning with his angry rant. Expensive vases were flung against the hard wood floor and books were knocked off of the shelves.

"How can you be so fucking stupid, Katara? You could have been killed, do you not understand me? Killed! And yet you say that this is not your own fault?" Hadoka threw another rare artifact at the floor. "You could have cost us information, what if they tortured you? What would happen to the SACF then, because of your stupid actions?"

Katara couldn't contain herself anymore. "You stand there acting like I knew what was going to happen tonight! I know I could've been killed, but I'm alive, dammit!" Hadoka halted his movements for a moment to glare at her.

"Do not ever use that type of language…"

"See? All you care about is this stupid organization that went downhill when mom died!"

"Katara, I am warning you…"

"You're just a pathetic piece of shit that lost the only woman who could put you in…"

Hadoka lunged at Katara with his hand clenched tightly around her throat. He shoved her roughly against the bookcase causing random books to rain onto the floor. Katara tried helplessly to wriggle out of his iron grip; she couldn't breathe! Her head felt like it was on the verge of exploding and her face started to tingle and burn. Air… she needed air!

"I said, do not ever use that tone with me," Hadoka hissed as his eyes flashed with anger.

He released her and Katara fell to the floor clutching her heaving chest. Her eyes were watery and she gave her father a terrified glance. He had never choked her before… never put his hands on her either! He turned on the TV, ignoring the fact that he had just strangled his only daughter.

The news came on, talking about the bank that was on fire. They were lucky to catch the last few minutes on the eleven o'clock news and this story was making headlines on newspapers everywhere in Chicago. The young blonde bimbo stood before the remains of the bank that Katara was once at. Despite her lungs still gasping for air, she was struck with a thought that this update wasn't going to be a good one.

"… That's right, Frank. It seems that this fire was not an accident, but rather intended. State officials still have yet to discover what exactly caused this deathly fire. However, there was supposed to be no one inside the building this late at night, but firefighters have found a totally burned body. There is still no answer to who exactly the person was, but doctors say that it seemed to be a teen. It is unclear what the gender is. For more information on tonight's breaking news, please visit out website…"

Katara's heart shattered at the news. A teenager was killed… that means that either Aang or Jet had escaped and the other… Katara felt bile rise up to her throat and hot tears stinging her eyes. Aang could be dead, her nightmare was coming true! If he really was the unidentified corpse, then there would be nothing left for Katara to hold onto that made her happy.

Her soul was filled with despair and darkness.

Yay! Another chapter down and a lot more to go! I think this is going to be a favorite of mine. I love how it came out and the bits of Katara's naughty thinking. But we'll see soon who the mysterious corpse turns out to be, until then please read and review!