Post by Teяa253 on Sept 26, 2008 4:12:13 GMT 1
the 4th installment of my Sokka and Katara series.
this one's a bit more "mature" than my other ones, but don't worry... there's nothing here that is 18+...
THE FLAMING ANGER
When Sokka had said that this was going to be a long day for him and Katara, he didn’t know just how right he was. Katara continued to thrash and yell as much as she could; again injuring herself from her frustration and rage. She was violently jerking at the chains on her wrists, which began to cut into them.
She was still screaming and freaking out without relent; she was angry, frustrated, and wanted to be free. Seeing her brother in front of him watching helplessly did nothing to make her better. She continued to thrash and yell, and Sokka noticed that blood was starting to appear around her, and that her clothes were becoming more torn. He could do nothing for her, and yet, the more he watched, the more he suddenly realized that she was trying to compose herself enough to say something to him. He stood up and stopped to hear what his sister wanted to tell him, and when he did, he regretted it at once.
“SOKKA,” she cried, “HELP ME!!”
This was too much for Sokka to handle. He knew that he couldn’t do anything for her without getting them both in trouble, and so he got up.
“I,” he stammered to the man in charge, “I have to go.”
He burst out the door, his face down. He was running blindly until he reached the outskirts of town. From there he slowly walked back to their home, and he simply broke down. To see his sister suffering the way she was; to hear her desperate pleas for help, and to know worst of all that there was nothing he could do for her, despite his heart’s desires; this just tore him apart.
He threw himself onto his bed and wept uncontrollably for a very long time. If he was silent he could almost hear her sister’s suffering—but it was probably just noises inside his own head. Every time he opened his eyes he saw his sister’s bed, which of course was empty.
He was so frustrated with himself for not being able to wake up that day before to stop her from doing this. Now she was also paying the consequences for what he had neglected to do.
He could not blame the justice system, for he knew that Katara had done wrong, and that she had to pay for it. He knew that he couldn’t take her place; otherwise he would have done so in a heartbeat. Katara Altina was not meant to be locked up. She needed freedom, especially now of all times, and yet this was the one time that big brother was unable to provide that, despite the fact that she desperately needed it.
When Katara had been younger she had come down with a strange illness. Her family had been able to take her to a doctor, and he too was shocked after he learned what the problem was.
“She’s too powerful,” he exclaimed after using the tools and skills he had available to him, “she just has too much raw energy. Her chi flow is dangerously high. If she is not able to contain this power, she will die.”
“What can we do?” her mother (also named Katara) asked,
“She concentrates most of her energy through her hands,” the doctor replied, “What you need is something to help absorb and harness that energy. If she has something of the sort, she should be okay.”
That was the story and the reasoning behind the red and gold braces Katara always wore on her arms. She was just too powerful and was too young to be able to fully manage it. The worst part was that as she grew, so did her power, so she would always have to be managing it and keeping it in check.
This was why she would often fly into furious rages and burn herself—she was firebending to help gets rid of her excess chi energy. If it was held in, she would start to behave erratically—more so than usual even. Her problem was that she had no one who would fight her, because very few people were skilled enough to match her power. Sokka was one of the few, but he didn’t like to fight his sister. Nonetheless, when he was faced with the choice of fighting her or letting her hurt herself, he chose to fight her, resorting to bloodbending sometimes if necessary.
Right now though, Sokka just longed to be able to see his sister free again. Knowing though that he could not get that at the moment, he just cried himself to sleep, hoping to forget about it.
He woke up early the next morning. He had slept a long time, as he was still tired. For once he felt rested, but it was a hollow profit. He knew that his sister had been suffering the entire night, but it was not until he got there that he realized that it was worse than he had first thought.
“You’re that fire girl’s brother, aren’t you?” said the man on duty; he was different from the man he had met yesterday, but they had both been informed by the warden about Katara, so they both knew about her.
“Aye,” Sokka said, “the screaming girl?”
“That’s the one.” The man said, “I’ll just warn you right now—she’s still alive, but she’s not a pretty sight.”
“What happened to her?” Sokka gasped; he sounded frantic
“Regardless of what you see,” he said, “all damage done was done by her self. The Warden apologizes for it.”
“I understand,” said Sokka, “she committed a crime and she had to pay the price. It’s my fault for not stopping her. Let me see her now.”
“Okay,” said the man, and he took him in.
Sokka actually almost freaked out from what he saw. There was blood splattered into the hallway, and the source was Katara’s cell. He looked in and saw it all on the walls, and saw a frightening figure against the wall. Her face was on the floor, and she was just sobbing.
She had been reduced to her undergarments, and this fact made Sokka assume that this was the reason the man said that no one at the prison was involved. The only way to find out for a surety would be to ask Katara herself. She was covered in blood and cuts and way lying in a large pool of her own blood; and yet her undergarments and the braces on her hands remained thankfully intact. A few minutes later the warden came in. he turned to Sokka.
“I’m sorry about your sister,” he said, “but I’m sure you know that if you do a crime you’ll do the time, correct?”
“Aye,” said Sokka, “I’m not mad about that. I’m mad at myself, and mad at her for hurting herself. I’m mostly mad at myself though for not being there fore her—not being there when she needed me most.”
“I understand how it is,” he said, putting his hand on Sokka’s shoulder, “you’re the one looking out for her, aren’t you?”
“Aye,” said Sokka, “I am. That’s why I feel so bad. I feel like I’ve failed.”
“Well,” said the warden, I just received news today from a certain physician about her illness. If I had known I would have given her special treatment; my apologies”
Sokka paused, thinking for a split-second they were talking about Katara’s time of the month, but then realized that it was her excessive chi disorder. After all, only he and she knew about that time of month.
“It’s okay,” said Sokka, “she just needs a way to let out that energy—to help her wear down her excessive amounts of chi.”
“Well,” said the warden, “I apologize about her condition. I watched her do that herself. She’s a good-looking girl, but if I ever caught any of my guards removing her clothing like that I would have them in that same cell for the rest of their days. Again, I... I’m sorry.”
He unlocked the door to Katara’s cell, and Sokka used some waterbending to clean it and his sister up a little. She was so weakened by now that she couldn’t stand.
“Katara,” he said, picking her up and placing her head gently on his shoulder, “I’m here for you. Your time of trouble is over.”
Katara said nothing for a while.
“What happened to you,” Sokka continued, “what happened to your clothes? Was that your doing?”
He believed the warden about what he had said; he was asking her this rather to find out what had driven her to such a point.
“I,” Katara said weakly, “I don’t know. I... I just... I was frustrated. I
had no one to take my powers out on but myself. And as I slashed myself, I guess I did it enough that it shredded my clothes. I... I’m sorry.”
“Is my sister alright though,” Sokka asked her, taking her out of the prison and beginning to carry her home,
“I,” Katara stammered, “no. I feel really weak.”
“Katara,” said Sokka, ignoring everything else, (including the occasional people who would stare) and just trying to get her home, “you feel weak because you’re abusing yourself. What you need is something to take your anger out on.”
“But why am I so angry?” Katara cried, “I don’t want to be like that. It’s just... I sometimes find myself with so much energy that I don’t know what to do with it. What do I do, Sokka, what do I do?
“Katara,” said Sokka, “I suddenly remember something that happened several years ago that might be the answer to your problem. Come, let’s get you home first and I’ll tell you.”
Katara really had no choice in the matter, but luckily she was content being in her brother’s arms. She fell asleep on the way back, so Sokka let her rest. While she was sleeping, he was deep in thought.
“How is she going to react to this when I tell her,” he thought, but he would soon find out. Not much later, Katara woke up.
“Sokka,” she said, sitting up,” are you gonna tell me what the answer to my problem is now?” her golden eyes seemed to light up.
“You should probably get dressed first,” said Sokka, “I’ve already cleaned you up though.”
“Oh,” stammered Katara, “I thought you were going to heal you while you talked or something,”
“I guess I can do that,” Sokka replied, “lie down.”
Katara lay down and Sokka began to heal her wounds.
“So,” said Katara, “what’s wrong with me? Why am I like this?”
“Well,” said Sokka, “it was something that we learned when you were a little child. Those braces on your arms—do you know why I never want you to take them off?”
“Is it so I don’t rip my forearms to shreds?” Katara asked,
“That’s only part of it,” said Sokka, “you also know that they help you contain your power, correct?”
“Aye,” Katara replied, letting out a relaxed sigh, “is that it?”
“No,” said Sokka, “but what I am about to tell you will explain why you have so much energy—why you’re always restless.”
“What is it?” Katara asked, as Sokka finished healing the back half of Katara’s body, arms, and legs; he turns her around and began pressing on her belly. His eyes met with hers.
“It is because of your chi flow,” Sokka replied, “you were born with a rare disorder found in benders that makes them uncontrollably powerful. This combined with the sorrow you hold from the loss of our father is what makes you do this, Katara.”
Katara was speechless. Sokka continued to massage her arms and legs, also moving to her feet.
“I am sorry Katara,” he said, “but that’s why I’ve been trying to teach you control. Your power continues to grow. If you let it go unchecked, chances are that you will die from it.”
“D-die” Katara exclaimed, sitting up, “so my... my bending is going to kill me? Sokka, I’m scared. I... I don’t want to be overpowered.”
“Come here,” said Sokka, embracing his sister,
“Just bear with me, and I’ll bear with you. If you do that, I promise I won’t let your power overtake you, okay?”
“a-alright,” Katara stammered, still holding her brother tightly, “I... I’ll do my best, okay?”
“That’s all I’m asking for, Katara,” said Sokka, still squeezing her as tightly as she was squeezing him, “that’s all anyone can ask. Don’t worry, Katara, I’ll always be here for you.”
Sokka didn’t see it, (for Katara’s head was still on his shoulder) but a small smile of comfort crept across Katara’s tear-stained face.
~Katara~
this one's a bit more "mature" than my other ones, but don't worry... there's nothing here that is 18+...
THE FLAMING ANGER
When Sokka had said that this was going to be a long day for him and Katara, he didn’t know just how right he was. Katara continued to thrash and yell as much as she could; again injuring herself from her frustration and rage. She was violently jerking at the chains on her wrists, which began to cut into them.
She was still screaming and freaking out without relent; she was angry, frustrated, and wanted to be free. Seeing her brother in front of him watching helplessly did nothing to make her better. She continued to thrash and yell, and Sokka noticed that blood was starting to appear around her, and that her clothes were becoming more torn. He could do nothing for her, and yet, the more he watched, the more he suddenly realized that she was trying to compose herself enough to say something to him. He stood up and stopped to hear what his sister wanted to tell him, and when he did, he regretted it at once.
“SOKKA,” she cried, “HELP ME!!”
This was too much for Sokka to handle. He knew that he couldn’t do anything for her without getting them both in trouble, and so he got up.
“I,” he stammered to the man in charge, “I have to go.”
He burst out the door, his face down. He was running blindly until he reached the outskirts of town. From there he slowly walked back to their home, and he simply broke down. To see his sister suffering the way she was; to hear her desperate pleas for help, and to know worst of all that there was nothing he could do for her, despite his heart’s desires; this just tore him apart.
He threw himself onto his bed and wept uncontrollably for a very long time. If he was silent he could almost hear her sister’s suffering—but it was probably just noises inside his own head. Every time he opened his eyes he saw his sister’s bed, which of course was empty.
He was so frustrated with himself for not being able to wake up that day before to stop her from doing this. Now she was also paying the consequences for what he had neglected to do.
He could not blame the justice system, for he knew that Katara had done wrong, and that she had to pay for it. He knew that he couldn’t take her place; otherwise he would have done so in a heartbeat. Katara Altina was not meant to be locked up. She needed freedom, especially now of all times, and yet this was the one time that big brother was unable to provide that, despite the fact that she desperately needed it.
When Katara had been younger she had come down with a strange illness. Her family had been able to take her to a doctor, and he too was shocked after he learned what the problem was.
“She’s too powerful,” he exclaimed after using the tools and skills he had available to him, “she just has too much raw energy. Her chi flow is dangerously high. If she is not able to contain this power, she will die.”
“What can we do?” her mother (also named Katara) asked,
“She concentrates most of her energy through her hands,” the doctor replied, “What you need is something to help absorb and harness that energy. If she has something of the sort, she should be okay.”
That was the story and the reasoning behind the red and gold braces Katara always wore on her arms. She was just too powerful and was too young to be able to fully manage it. The worst part was that as she grew, so did her power, so she would always have to be managing it and keeping it in check.
This was why she would often fly into furious rages and burn herself—she was firebending to help gets rid of her excess chi energy. If it was held in, she would start to behave erratically—more so than usual even. Her problem was that she had no one who would fight her, because very few people were skilled enough to match her power. Sokka was one of the few, but he didn’t like to fight his sister. Nonetheless, when he was faced with the choice of fighting her or letting her hurt herself, he chose to fight her, resorting to bloodbending sometimes if necessary.
Right now though, Sokka just longed to be able to see his sister free again. Knowing though that he could not get that at the moment, he just cried himself to sleep, hoping to forget about it.
He woke up early the next morning. He had slept a long time, as he was still tired. For once he felt rested, but it was a hollow profit. He knew that his sister had been suffering the entire night, but it was not until he got there that he realized that it was worse than he had first thought.
“You’re that fire girl’s brother, aren’t you?” said the man on duty; he was different from the man he had met yesterday, but they had both been informed by the warden about Katara, so they both knew about her.
“Aye,” Sokka said, “the screaming girl?”
“That’s the one.” The man said, “I’ll just warn you right now—she’s still alive, but she’s not a pretty sight.”
“What happened to her?” Sokka gasped; he sounded frantic
“Regardless of what you see,” he said, “all damage done was done by her self. The Warden apologizes for it.”
“I understand,” said Sokka, “she committed a crime and she had to pay the price. It’s my fault for not stopping her. Let me see her now.”
“Okay,” said the man, and he took him in.
Sokka actually almost freaked out from what he saw. There was blood splattered into the hallway, and the source was Katara’s cell. He looked in and saw it all on the walls, and saw a frightening figure against the wall. Her face was on the floor, and she was just sobbing.
She had been reduced to her undergarments, and this fact made Sokka assume that this was the reason the man said that no one at the prison was involved. The only way to find out for a surety would be to ask Katara herself. She was covered in blood and cuts and way lying in a large pool of her own blood; and yet her undergarments and the braces on her hands remained thankfully intact. A few minutes later the warden came in. he turned to Sokka.
“I’m sorry about your sister,” he said, “but I’m sure you know that if you do a crime you’ll do the time, correct?”
“Aye,” said Sokka, “I’m not mad about that. I’m mad at myself, and mad at her for hurting herself. I’m mostly mad at myself though for not being there fore her—not being there when she needed me most.”
“I understand how it is,” he said, putting his hand on Sokka’s shoulder, “you’re the one looking out for her, aren’t you?”
“Aye,” said Sokka, “I am. That’s why I feel so bad. I feel like I’ve failed.”
“Well,” said the warden, I just received news today from a certain physician about her illness. If I had known I would have given her special treatment; my apologies”
Sokka paused, thinking for a split-second they were talking about Katara’s time of the month, but then realized that it was her excessive chi disorder. After all, only he and she knew about that time of month.
“It’s okay,” said Sokka, “she just needs a way to let out that energy—to help her wear down her excessive amounts of chi.”
“Well,” said the warden, “I apologize about her condition. I watched her do that herself. She’s a good-looking girl, but if I ever caught any of my guards removing her clothing like that I would have them in that same cell for the rest of their days. Again, I... I’m sorry.”
He unlocked the door to Katara’s cell, and Sokka used some waterbending to clean it and his sister up a little. She was so weakened by now that she couldn’t stand.
“Katara,” he said, picking her up and placing her head gently on his shoulder, “I’m here for you. Your time of trouble is over.”
Katara said nothing for a while.
“What happened to you,” Sokka continued, “what happened to your clothes? Was that your doing?”
He believed the warden about what he had said; he was asking her this rather to find out what had driven her to such a point.
“I,” Katara said weakly, “I don’t know. I... I just... I was frustrated. I
had no one to take my powers out on but myself. And as I slashed myself, I guess I did it enough that it shredded my clothes. I... I’m sorry.”
“Is my sister alright though,” Sokka asked her, taking her out of the prison and beginning to carry her home,
“I,” Katara stammered, “no. I feel really weak.”
“Katara,” said Sokka, ignoring everything else, (including the occasional people who would stare) and just trying to get her home, “you feel weak because you’re abusing yourself. What you need is something to take your anger out on.”
“But why am I so angry?” Katara cried, “I don’t want to be like that. It’s just... I sometimes find myself with so much energy that I don’t know what to do with it. What do I do, Sokka, what do I do?
“Katara,” said Sokka, “I suddenly remember something that happened several years ago that might be the answer to your problem. Come, let’s get you home first and I’ll tell you.”
Katara really had no choice in the matter, but luckily she was content being in her brother’s arms. She fell asleep on the way back, so Sokka let her rest. While she was sleeping, he was deep in thought.
“How is she going to react to this when I tell her,” he thought, but he would soon find out. Not much later, Katara woke up.
“Sokka,” she said, sitting up,” are you gonna tell me what the answer to my problem is now?” her golden eyes seemed to light up.
“You should probably get dressed first,” said Sokka, “I’ve already cleaned you up though.”
“Oh,” stammered Katara, “I thought you were going to heal you while you talked or something,”
“I guess I can do that,” Sokka replied, “lie down.”
Katara lay down and Sokka began to heal her wounds.
“So,” said Katara, “what’s wrong with me? Why am I like this?”
“Well,” said Sokka, “it was something that we learned when you were a little child. Those braces on your arms—do you know why I never want you to take them off?”
“Is it so I don’t rip my forearms to shreds?” Katara asked,
“That’s only part of it,” said Sokka, “you also know that they help you contain your power, correct?”
“Aye,” Katara replied, letting out a relaxed sigh, “is that it?”
“No,” said Sokka, “but what I am about to tell you will explain why you have so much energy—why you’re always restless.”
“What is it?” Katara asked, as Sokka finished healing the back half of Katara’s body, arms, and legs; he turns her around and began pressing on her belly. His eyes met with hers.
“It is because of your chi flow,” Sokka replied, “you were born with a rare disorder found in benders that makes them uncontrollably powerful. This combined with the sorrow you hold from the loss of our father is what makes you do this, Katara.”
Katara was speechless. Sokka continued to massage her arms and legs, also moving to her feet.
“I am sorry Katara,” he said, “but that’s why I’ve been trying to teach you control. Your power continues to grow. If you let it go unchecked, chances are that you will die from it.”
“D-die” Katara exclaimed, sitting up, “so my... my bending is going to kill me? Sokka, I’m scared. I... I don’t want to be overpowered.”
“Come here,” said Sokka, embracing his sister,
“Just bear with me, and I’ll bear with you. If you do that, I promise I won’t let your power overtake you, okay?”
“a-alright,” Katara stammered, still holding her brother tightly, “I... I’ll do my best, okay?”
“That’s all I’m asking for, Katara,” said Sokka, still squeezing her as tightly as she was squeezing him, “that’s all anyone can ask. Don’t worry, Katara, I’ll always be here for you.”
Sokka didn’t see it, (for Katara’s head was still on his shoulder) but a small smile of comfort crept across Katara’s tear-stained face.
~Katara~
