Katara almost feels guilty for the sight they’re about to become acquainted with.
It’s ridiculous that he wanted to come with it’s ridiculous and wrong that anyone gives a damn about Zuko, yet here they are.įew words are exchanged as she and Toph and Aang climb onto Aapa, but their fear and worry cast an atmosphere of tension she has never observed before- they’re hoping they can get to him in time. Their panicked conversation is a blur the one detail that stands out to Katara was Sokka’s fury at having to stay back with Suki. But there’s not much left to save now, is there? "It's Zuko! w-we were ambushed in the forest! and, they- I think- the fire nation patrol!- We need to help- I got away and- but they-", she collects her thoughts, "We need to save him-"
It's like a wink from the universe, so convenient that it's almost reassuring in a way. The lie builds itself up without much thought and it shows it's a disorganized mess of empty stutters and panic.īut luck is on her side her heartbeat is so erratic that not even Toph would be able to detect a lie through this mess. They cannot know the truth it's for their own good. Sorry, Suki and Toph, sorry Aang, and sorry dearest brother. She realizes grimly that she just must absolutely not let that happen. Oh god, what are the others going to say, when they find out what she did? When they find out she’s a murderer? She freezes in place, her confession dying on her tongue before it can even begin to leave her lips. If Aang of all people can immediately tell something is wrong, then she must look absolutely deranged. Her eyes dart across them maniacally and hone in on Aang, who's dark eyebrows crease with concern. Shallow whistles escape her throat as she tries to catch her breath. When she finally reaches the fountain and her oblivious, unsuspecting friends, she nearly doubles over from exhaustion. She never slows down, not even to breathe. The Western Air Temple is so much closer than she remembers either that or she can no longer sense the passage of time. At this moment, her surroundings are a blurred mess of disjointed emotions and thoughts a white film clouds her vision, separating her from her surroundings. Leaves rustle behind her as she bounds down the pathways of the forest. One single complete thought roars above all else, screaming at her, begging her to go to run. This can't be happening.įrom the swarm of chaos in her mind, there is only one instinct she can listen to. It sent her most vile, broken, destructive fantasies boiling up to the surface and then manifested into her life without her knowledge, because Katara couldn't have done this, because this couldn't have happened. It feels surreal, as if the threshold between reality and her imagination has somehow vanished. To be a murderer to be the same kind of filth she dedicated her entire existence to hating, to be the same kind of filth that poisoned her life and took her mother away from her.
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Now a terrifying sense of finality closes in on her the full extent of just how irreversible her situation is finally beginning to sink in. It was so easy, that one mistake, the half-hazardous way she flicked her wrist, has turned her into one of the monsters she used to fear her whole life. The metallic stench of blood floods her senses It’s so strong that she can almost taste it, so intense that it overwhelms her senses and dims her vision. Zuko was supposed to confess to his crimes, Katara needed to be the hero who stopped the traitor. This was supposed to be a minor victory, like the feeling of cracking open a tough nut with her palms. It crushes her entire being, replacing that surge of satisfaction she felt mere seconds ago. Her muscles become saturated with adrenaline, and her heart hammers away so wildly that her own pulse threatens to choke her through her lungs. Everything turns into a cacophony of chaos in an instant the blood rushing loudly behind her ears is drowned out only by an ear-splitting ringing that somehow causes her to feel nauseous. She stands there, dumbfounded, then terror travels like a vicious current from the nape of her neck to her fingertips. That final, impulsive strike- that single miscalculated motion that raw sound of his skull colliding with the bark of the tree. She killed him that's what she first thinks. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 27675 Chapters: 7/9 Comments: 158 Kudos: 170 Bookmarks: 32 Hits: 3958 She's literally a Macbeth-level monster in this fanfic.Katara is in fact so misguided that she does a Macbeth.
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