A Healer's Touch

I do not own Avatar, and this is my own story. There is also additions to the story line, such as a new type of bending, and Zuko having special abilities. this is deffinantly a Zutara story. So the story chapters will be in POV's...some may be long and some may be short, but if they are too short I will try to double up.

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3. Katara's POV The fire and a knife.

I pound my fists against the door and scram through the hole.

"Let me out! You're all going to regret this! Aang will come for me. He will always protect me and save me.", I grin at the thought of him tearing a hole into the ship, worried for me and furious.

The thought of Aang slowly deteriorates, and I remember why I was here.

I was dragged away from my friends. Dragged onto this boat, and shoved in here. My friends needed me, and I was useless to help them. I'm useless without my water, and that needs to be changed.

Determination takes over me again and I reach for the water around me. I feel for the pipe above me, and try to connect to the water rushing through it.

I pull at it, begging it to let me bend it, but to no avail. The water doesn't even budge.

'I can't bend water I can't see. This is impossible.'  

I collapse onto the floor, exhausted.

I've tried for two days to bend the water, and I've been in this hell hole for three.

I look up to the dent I've made in the door and feel an almost smug proudness.

I stand up and bash my fists on the metal door again.

"Hey! Stop that you useless water-tribe bitch!" The guard pushes his hand through the window, and fire shoots from his palm.

I throw myself from the door, but I'm not fast enough.

I cry out in agony as a bright orange flame rips into my chest, tearing away layers of skin.

I'm yanked from consciousness, and darkness envelopes me.

I get snatched from the cool darkness by cold steel slicing through my skin again.

My left arm barely twitches, and I scream shrilly.

The man glares down at me, laughing cruely. He cuts open my shirt, and his knife comes down across my chest just above my breasts.

I feel the black start to swarm me again, but not before I hear a loud crash above us.

I mumble almost inaudibly to the man," I told you he would come to me."

"There won't be any of you left once he gets here."

I let the darkness take me.

 

 

 

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