Post by Teяa253 on Oct 24, 2008 17:53:59 GMT 1
Chapter 19 of The Order of the Avatar Slayer. not quite as violent as the last chapter, but still not half bad.
All is fair when you're trying to kill a group of people who are part of the organization that has the world out to kill you. =3
CHAPTER 19: WE HAVE ACQUIRED OUR PRIZE
“Actually,” said Zakura, “you stay here, just let me at your glider for a second. This shouldn’t be long.”
“You’re going to kill them all, aren’t you?” Aiku asked,
“I told them surrender ALL the prisoners,” Zakura replied, “and I still had a bone to pick with that Kyoshi leader. Judging from the way they treated their captives it looked as if they were going to kill them all. Besides, do you really think they were just going on a pleasure cruise?”
Maric gulped and looked at Zakura and Aiku.
“They were after me and my sister,” he said, and then he explained Xin Shing’s tactic of exploiting prodigious benders.
“Please don’t let them take my sister,” he said,
“Don’t worry,” said Zakura, twirling Aiku’s staff and flipping it into glider form; she lifted her hat so they could see her eyes. They were glowing; “this is going to be a mercy-kill.”
A quick airbending move later, Zakura had taken to the skies, spiraling towards the other ship with style.
The ship was far enough away by this time that the others could not really see what was going on. Zakura landed on the back wall of the ship, clinging to it and looking over at the deck. There was a circle of water tribe warriors, male and female, along with some Kyoshi warriors, who seemed to be using waterbending moves on a target in the center of their circle. Zakura crawled up the side of the ship and walked directly behind the Kyoshi warrior who she recognized as the leader. She was by this time able to see what was going on.
Zakura recognized the young waterbender they were pushing around as Malak. Her hands were again tied and she still has something tied around her head in her mouth. They were laughing as they pushed her around. Luckily for her, she had good footing and fast reflexes, so no matter how much they pushed her, she seemed able to stay on her feet. Considering how many thuggish looking men there were in the crowd, Zakura was sort of surprised that Malak still had all her clothes on.
“Dance, girl, dance,” the leader taunted, and since Zakura was watching right behind her, she grinned. Suddenly, one of the people across from Zakura saw her, and developed a horrified expression. Zakura was actually a head shorter than the leader (Zakura used earthbending to peer over her shoulder, but far enough away that she didn’t notice)
“THE AVATAR IS RIGHT BEHIND YOU,” he yelled, and a bunch of people turned. Zakura jumped back, her eyes still glowing, and a nasty grin on her face. She crossed her arms.
“Play time’s over,” she smirked, “and that waterbender is mine.”
She sent a wave of ice spikes at the Kyoshi leader, but she deflected them with her brass fans. Naturally though, she stood no chance against a fully realized avatar in the avatar state. Zakura jerked her head backward, spun around and took off straight up. From where she was in the sky, she answered them with a shower of fireballs which had most of her job done within seconds. She returned to the deck of the burning ship to find the leader of the Kyoshi warriors with Malak in her arms. Malak seemed to be rather beaten judging from her condition.
“You still want to play, avatar,” she leered, “or are you really expecting me to think that this little waterbender is going with you?”
She kicked Malak in the gut, but again Malak’s good footing kept her on her feet. This annoyed her, so she kicked her again. However, she did not fall down. Tears were falling down Malak’s face.
“Stop keeping your balance,” she barked, and a swift kick to the face sent the girl sprawling onto her face, where she didn’t move. This set Zakura off. She suddenly darted forward trapping her enemy in rock and fire. Using Aiku’s staff, she began making consistently hitting her using the staff more like a sword.
“Never... ever... treat... a child... like that... again...” she growled, and then froze the Kyoshi leader to the spot. Using Aiku’s staff and the pointed part that came from it, she impaled her right through her throat, where she naturally stopped moving. Form there went to check Malak’s health. She was barely breathing. It looked like getting pushed around had done some internal damage to her lungs. Zakura hoisted her over her shoulder and made her way back to their ship as their enemy’s ship sunk to the depths. She landed gently, and said nothing to any of her friends. He simply took Malak below deck without a word.
“Is she alright,” Taki asked,
Perhaps,” said Koara, “that girl’s not dead though. I know what just about any near-death sign looks like, especially from a waterbender. She was badly injured though—very badly injured.
“So no survivors, I take it,” Aiku muttered, glancing at the smoking wreckage that they were slowly approaching,
“Obviously not,” Taki shrugged, “either way, you’ve gotta sort of limit your sympathy, Aiku. They were either gonna fight us here or on the battlefield, so they had condemned themselves already.”
They suddenly heard a huge banging noise, and a few seconds later, Zakura came up, fuming.
“That’s the praise I get for bringing that kid’s sister back,” she growled, “that ungrateful little whelp...” she punched her palm and looked over the deck at the ocean.
“They were just children,” said Aiku, “he was probably just scared because of the condition his sister is in. she got pretty beaten up.”
Zakura said nothing.
“Calm down, Zakura,” said Taki, as trying to keep Zakura’s name a secret had sort of been defeated after the attack, as anyone could have recognized the avatar state even without seeing it. The people on the ship surprisingly all seemed to be either neutral or against The Order, and so she got a generally positive reception.
Zakura just grumbled and still said nothing.
“The Order says anything bad about me to them they’ll side with them in an instant” she said after a while of silence, “or at least the boy will.”
“So in other words, the boy’s gonna join the Order,” said Taki,
“Don’t remind me,” said Zakura, “I’m not in the mood.”
“Time will tell,” said Koara, “everyone used to tell me I was insane and was gonna wind up in an asylum within a year of my 18th birthday. Granted, they were right, but because I was perfectly sane and fully aware of what I was doing, I usually only spent a day or two there. People these days will believe anything.”
“Calm down Zakura,” said Aiku, gently putting a hand on her shoulder, “you have friends who love you. We’re not going to let anything happen to you as long as we still draw breath.”
“Love,” Zakura muttered, “that’s a powerful word—a word I never heard in my younger years; a word that I longed so desperately to learn the true meaning of in my early days—a word I know that my family never has and never will use towards me.”
None of the others said anything. For the rest of the trip (by now they were almost there) everything was normal. There was a brief stop at the area where the Western Air Temple was, where a few airbenders and a Fire Nation woman boarded. In this day and age, benders of all sorts were everywhere. Though she spent most her days in the Northern Water Tribe, Koara was actually born in the Southern Water Tribe. The story behind that was a long one, but Koara was not afraid to tell about it when someone asked.
They reached the Fire Nation with no further difficulty. Maric carried his sister off the ship, and everyone went their own separate ways. Zakura watched as Maric ran into a Fire Nation boy, surrounded by a few Fire Nation girls and an older cloaked woman.
“What’s the matter, kid,” said the boy, who looked about 16; Maric explained his situation and what had happened to his younger twin sister. However, he also blamed the avatar. Luckily by this time Zakura was out of sight. The woman took Malak’s unconscious form from Maric’s shoulders and felt her hand.
“She’ll be fine,” the woman said, “you go do your thing and I’ll make sure she’s as good as new by tomorrow. She’s pretty badly injured.”
“How do I know I can trust you?”
“Because where are you going to go otherwise,” said the boy, “we’re willing to do it for free.”
Maric grumbled and then decided it was for the best.
“Please do whatever it takes not to hurt her,” he said, “I’ll be back.”
“Gladly,” the boy smirked as Maric left, “excellent ploy, Zeruda.”
Zakura, who had been walking back around the alleyway, heard that name and stopped. She raced over to the woman, the boy, and the girls.
“Zeruda, you say,” she exclaimed,
“Ah,” she chuckled, and pulled her hood off, revealing her elegant face; this was the former Fire Lady, whose husband was slain by the Order when Xin Shing took over. She, along with Tenoko, the former water chief’s wife, and Iresu, the former Earth Queen, were part of a powerful and secret trio known as The Avatar Guard Secret Service, or the Secret Service for short.
“It’s a clever gambit, Avatar,” Zeruda chuckled, “that boy is bound to join The Order; but if he there’s no way he’ll see his sister again.”
“You’d sacrifice his sister,” Zakura exclaimed,
“Not even,” Zeruda replied, “I can tell she’s a gifted waterbender. She has excellent balance too.” She began massaging Malak’s right hand.
“This one is ours,” she said, “This time We Have Acquired Our Prize”
~Azula~
All is fair when you're trying to kill a group of people who are part of the organization that has the world out to kill you. =3
CHAPTER 19: WE HAVE ACQUIRED OUR PRIZE
“Actually,” said Zakura, “you stay here, just let me at your glider for a second. This shouldn’t be long.”
“You’re going to kill them all, aren’t you?” Aiku asked,
“I told them surrender ALL the prisoners,” Zakura replied, “and I still had a bone to pick with that Kyoshi leader. Judging from the way they treated their captives it looked as if they were going to kill them all. Besides, do you really think they were just going on a pleasure cruise?”
Maric gulped and looked at Zakura and Aiku.
“They were after me and my sister,” he said, and then he explained Xin Shing’s tactic of exploiting prodigious benders.
“Please don’t let them take my sister,” he said,
“Don’t worry,” said Zakura, twirling Aiku’s staff and flipping it into glider form; she lifted her hat so they could see her eyes. They were glowing; “this is going to be a mercy-kill.”
A quick airbending move later, Zakura had taken to the skies, spiraling towards the other ship with style.
The ship was far enough away by this time that the others could not really see what was going on. Zakura landed on the back wall of the ship, clinging to it and looking over at the deck. There was a circle of water tribe warriors, male and female, along with some Kyoshi warriors, who seemed to be using waterbending moves on a target in the center of their circle. Zakura crawled up the side of the ship and walked directly behind the Kyoshi warrior who she recognized as the leader. She was by this time able to see what was going on.
Zakura recognized the young waterbender they were pushing around as Malak. Her hands were again tied and she still has something tied around her head in her mouth. They were laughing as they pushed her around. Luckily for her, she had good footing and fast reflexes, so no matter how much they pushed her, she seemed able to stay on her feet. Considering how many thuggish looking men there were in the crowd, Zakura was sort of surprised that Malak still had all her clothes on.
“Dance, girl, dance,” the leader taunted, and since Zakura was watching right behind her, she grinned. Suddenly, one of the people across from Zakura saw her, and developed a horrified expression. Zakura was actually a head shorter than the leader (Zakura used earthbending to peer over her shoulder, but far enough away that she didn’t notice)
“THE AVATAR IS RIGHT BEHIND YOU,” he yelled, and a bunch of people turned. Zakura jumped back, her eyes still glowing, and a nasty grin on her face. She crossed her arms.
“Play time’s over,” she smirked, “and that waterbender is mine.”
She sent a wave of ice spikes at the Kyoshi leader, but she deflected them with her brass fans. Naturally though, she stood no chance against a fully realized avatar in the avatar state. Zakura jerked her head backward, spun around and took off straight up. From where she was in the sky, she answered them with a shower of fireballs which had most of her job done within seconds. She returned to the deck of the burning ship to find the leader of the Kyoshi warriors with Malak in her arms. Malak seemed to be rather beaten judging from her condition.
“You still want to play, avatar,” she leered, “or are you really expecting me to think that this little waterbender is going with you?”
She kicked Malak in the gut, but again Malak’s good footing kept her on her feet. This annoyed her, so she kicked her again. However, she did not fall down. Tears were falling down Malak’s face.
“Stop keeping your balance,” she barked, and a swift kick to the face sent the girl sprawling onto her face, where she didn’t move. This set Zakura off. She suddenly darted forward trapping her enemy in rock and fire. Using Aiku’s staff, she began making consistently hitting her using the staff more like a sword.
“Never... ever... treat... a child... like that... again...” she growled, and then froze the Kyoshi leader to the spot. Using Aiku’s staff and the pointed part that came from it, she impaled her right through her throat, where she naturally stopped moving. Form there went to check Malak’s health. She was barely breathing. It looked like getting pushed around had done some internal damage to her lungs. Zakura hoisted her over her shoulder and made her way back to their ship as their enemy’s ship sunk to the depths. She landed gently, and said nothing to any of her friends. He simply took Malak below deck without a word.
“Is she alright,” Taki asked,
Perhaps,” said Koara, “that girl’s not dead though. I know what just about any near-death sign looks like, especially from a waterbender. She was badly injured though—very badly injured.
“So no survivors, I take it,” Aiku muttered, glancing at the smoking wreckage that they were slowly approaching,
“Obviously not,” Taki shrugged, “either way, you’ve gotta sort of limit your sympathy, Aiku. They were either gonna fight us here or on the battlefield, so they had condemned themselves already.”
They suddenly heard a huge banging noise, and a few seconds later, Zakura came up, fuming.
“That’s the praise I get for bringing that kid’s sister back,” she growled, “that ungrateful little whelp...” she punched her palm and looked over the deck at the ocean.
“They were just children,” said Aiku, “he was probably just scared because of the condition his sister is in. she got pretty beaten up.”
Zakura said nothing.
“Calm down, Zakura,” said Taki, as trying to keep Zakura’s name a secret had sort of been defeated after the attack, as anyone could have recognized the avatar state even without seeing it. The people on the ship surprisingly all seemed to be either neutral or against The Order, and so she got a generally positive reception.
Zakura just grumbled and still said nothing.
“The Order says anything bad about me to them they’ll side with them in an instant” she said after a while of silence, “or at least the boy will.”
“So in other words, the boy’s gonna join the Order,” said Taki,
“Don’t remind me,” said Zakura, “I’m not in the mood.”
“Time will tell,” said Koara, “everyone used to tell me I was insane and was gonna wind up in an asylum within a year of my 18th birthday. Granted, they were right, but because I was perfectly sane and fully aware of what I was doing, I usually only spent a day or two there. People these days will believe anything.”
“Calm down Zakura,” said Aiku, gently putting a hand on her shoulder, “you have friends who love you. We’re not going to let anything happen to you as long as we still draw breath.”
“Love,” Zakura muttered, “that’s a powerful word—a word I never heard in my younger years; a word that I longed so desperately to learn the true meaning of in my early days—a word I know that my family never has and never will use towards me.”
None of the others said anything. For the rest of the trip (by now they were almost there) everything was normal. There was a brief stop at the area where the Western Air Temple was, where a few airbenders and a Fire Nation woman boarded. In this day and age, benders of all sorts were everywhere. Though she spent most her days in the Northern Water Tribe, Koara was actually born in the Southern Water Tribe. The story behind that was a long one, but Koara was not afraid to tell about it when someone asked.
They reached the Fire Nation with no further difficulty. Maric carried his sister off the ship, and everyone went their own separate ways. Zakura watched as Maric ran into a Fire Nation boy, surrounded by a few Fire Nation girls and an older cloaked woman.
“What’s the matter, kid,” said the boy, who looked about 16; Maric explained his situation and what had happened to his younger twin sister. However, he also blamed the avatar. Luckily by this time Zakura was out of sight. The woman took Malak’s unconscious form from Maric’s shoulders and felt her hand.
“She’ll be fine,” the woman said, “you go do your thing and I’ll make sure she’s as good as new by tomorrow. She’s pretty badly injured.”
“How do I know I can trust you?”
“Because where are you going to go otherwise,” said the boy, “we’re willing to do it for free.”
Maric grumbled and then decided it was for the best.
“Please do whatever it takes not to hurt her,” he said, “I’ll be back.”
“Gladly,” the boy smirked as Maric left, “excellent ploy, Zeruda.”
Zakura, who had been walking back around the alleyway, heard that name and stopped. She raced over to the woman, the boy, and the girls.
“Zeruda, you say,” she exclaimed,
“Ah,” she chuckled, and pulled her hood off, revealing her elegant face; this was the former Fire Lady, whose husband was slain by the Order when Xin Shing took over. She, along with Tenoko, the former water chief’s wife, and Iresu, the former Earth Queen, were part of a powerful and secret trio known as The Avatar Guard Secret Service, or the Secret Service for short.
“It’s a clever gambit, Avatar,” Zeruda chuckled, “that boy is bound to join The Order; but if he there’s no way he’ll see his sister again.”
“You’d sacrifice his sister,” Zakura exclaimed,
“Not even,” Zeruda replied, “I can tell she’s a gifted waterbender. She has excellent balance too.” She began massaging Malak’s right hand.
“This one is ours,” she said, “This time We Have Acquired Our Prize”
~Azula~
