Post by Horyo on Jul 22, 2008 18:30:31 GMT -5
How long had it been? How long had it been since she enjoyed the cold rush of air?
Dangling from her, not even four feet away, hung the man she grew to love in their time spent at this wretched prison. The dry air fumes no longer cracked her lips, the Fire Nation soldiers no longer intimidated her, and she no longer starved over their disgusting slop.
Hama's head rocked from side to side, as she awaited the filthy prison water. Water. Water. Water. All her mind thought was water, the sustaining element of life. Initially, Hama despised the water they brought her, soiled with the impurities of their grimy metal pots.
Her pride as a Water Tribe Citizen and a Waterbender kept her from consuming such sludge, as did most of her people. She would stare, indignant, every time they chained her, binding her wrists until the metal cut through her skin. She would stare and stare at the water before they passed it along.
But now, everything was different. They broke her in: the chains no longer sliced the callous hands, the water no longer affected her tastes, and her pride was no more.
Hama began considering the futilities of life. There was no point anymore, to suffer. The man next to her must have known that, and he surrendered himself to the inevitable. She knew him well too; during the initial strikes against the South, she coupled up with him to handle the onslaught of firebenders.
They fought, proud and strong. They fought until he was webbed behind the thick nets launched.
She desperately tried to free him, but her efforts failed in the midst of battle. Too many firebenders suppressed her attacks.
Then, just as they appeared, they left. The Fire Nation Fleet went a short distance north where they would regroup and send away their Water Bender Prisoners.
Send them away to rot and boil in a lifeless, oppressive prison.
Hama remembered his neck bending as his head drooped. They were discussing their history as Water Tribe toddlers as always: playing in the snow, chasing the penguin-seals. They discussed and laughed and discussed until she noticed his voice eventually becoming quieter, the mighty roar of his soldier-voice became cracked sighs in the span of their stay.
Eventually, his suffering ended. His head hung low after a cough or two. It wasn't easy to talk in the cell.
He died right before watering, possibly from the severe diseases of the prison, sanitation was not high on their priority, possibly from the chains crushing his veins, possibly from a loss of will. She did not know. She did know that he died before finishing his story about hunting, just right before his turn to drink.
She didn't cry. She didn't shout. She barely uttered a laugh. He didn't have to be here any longer, he didn't have to see anyone else die, or watch friends being whipped for resistance. No, he was free.
And from that laugh, she scowled. From that moment she hated him. She despised the fact that he was free; she despised him for leaving her to rot. She loathed every bit about him. She wanted to cry in her agony, mourn for herself. He deceived her into thinking that they would leave the awful place, that she was going to live a full life. She wanted to cry so very badly, but she had no tears. Through her pruned face, and dried lips, she did not have the ability to cry. The best Hama could manage were heavy breaths that burned her throat.
Soon water came, and she drank it. Her numbness to its taste wore off and after taking a gulp, she spat the rest at her cell mate.
In a toneless, wheezing sentence, she told his corpse, "You were weak, you deserved to die." After that she began to chuckle, then laugh.
The soldiers looked at her in question but passed it aside as nothing more than a mentally-ill prisoner.
In her mind these thoughts ran through, almost like her blood as the full moon rose.
Hama wasn't going to die.
Hama wasn't willing to die.
Hama was going to free herself.
She was bent on it. She decided that when she left this dreaded place, she would bring justice to those monsters who chained her and hurt her. Hama laughed as she foresaw visions of Fire Nation citizens chained and broken.
She looked up and gazed at the full moon. Hama could feel the moon enchanting her, and nourishing her with its cooling gaze. Had she been free, her waterbending would be unstoppable.
But now, all she had to do was think, and wait, and think. Hama refused to be weak, she glared at the moon, her eyes forced open, her jaws divided, her hair shaking and trembling like snakes; she just stared, laughing into insanity.
~~~
Oh god, what is this horrible **** I just wrote? Haha, I think I'm better at Forum!Ship fanfics.
Dangling from her, not even four feet away, hung the man she grew to love in their time spent at this wretched prison. The dry air fumes no longer cracked her lips, the Fire Nation soldiers no longer intimidated her, and she no longer starved over their disgusting slop.
Hama's head rocked from side to side, as she awaited the filthy prison water. Water. Water. Water. All her mind thought was water, the sustaining element of life. Initially, Hama despised the water they brought her, soiled with the impurities of their grimy metal pots.
Her pride as a Water Tribe Citizen and a Waterbender kept her from consuming such sludge, as did most of her people. She would stare, indignant, every time they chained her, binding her wrists until the metal cut through her skin. She would stare and stare at the water before they passed it along.
But now, everything was different. They broke her in: the chains no longer sliced the callous hands, the water no longer affected her tastes, and her pride was no more.
Hama began considering the futilities of life. There was no point anymore, to suffer. The man next to her must have known that, and he surrendered himself to the inevitable. She knew him well too; during the initial strikes against the South, she coupled up with him to handle the onslaught of firebenders.
They fought, proud and strong. They fought until he was webbed behind the thick nets launched.
She desperately tried to free him, but her efforts failed in the midst of battle. Too many firebenders suppressed her attacks.
Then, just as they appeared, they left. The Fire Nation Fleet went a short distance north where they would regroup and send away their Water Bender Prisoners.
Send them away to rot and boil in a lifeless, oppressive prison.
Hama remembered his neck bending as his head drooped. They were discussing their history as Water Tribe toddlers as always: playing in the snow, chasing the penguin-seals. They discussed and laughed and discussed until she noticed his voice eventually becoming quieter, the mighty roar of his soldier-voice became cracked sighs in the span of their stay.
Eventually, his suffering ended. His head hung low after a cough or two. It wasn't easy to talk in the cell.
He died right before watering, possibly from the severe diseases of the prison, sanitation was not high on their priority, possibly from the chains crushing his veins, possibly from a loss of will. She did not know. She did know that he died before finishing his story about hunting, just right before his turn to drink.
She didn't cry. She didn't shout. She barely uttered a laugh. He didn't have to be here any longer, he didn't have to see anyone else die, or watch friends being whipped for resistance. No, he was free.
And from that laugh, she scowled. From that moment she hated him. She despised the fact that he was free; she despised him for leaving her to rot. She loathed every bit about him. She wanted to cry in her agony, mourn for herself. He deceived her into thinking that they would leave the awful place, that she was going to live a full life. She wanted to cry so very badly, but she had no tears. Through her pruned face, and dried lips, she did not have the ability to cry. The best Hama could manage were heavy breaths that burned her throat.
Soon water came, and she drank it. Her numbness to its taste wore off and after taking a gulp, she spat the rest at her cell mate.
In a toneless, wheezing sentence, she told his corpse, "You were weak, you deserved to die." After that she began to chuckle, then laugh.
The soldiers looked at her in question but passed it aside as nothing more than a mentally-ill prisoner.
In her mind these thoughts ran through, almost like her blood as the full moon rose.
Hama wasn't going to die.
Hama wasn't willing to die.
Hama was going to free herself.
She was bent on it. She decided that when she left this dreaded place, she would bring justice to those monsters who chained her and hurt her. Hama laughed as she foresaw visions of Fire Nation citizens chained and broken.
She looked up and gazed at the full moon. Hama could feel the moon enchanting her, and nourishing her with its cooling gaze. Had she been free, her waterbending would be unstoppable.
But now, all she had to do was think, and wait, and think. Hama refused to be weak, she glared at the moon, her eyes forced open, her jaws divided, her hair shaking and trembling like snakes; she just stared, laughing into insanity.
~~~
Oh god, what is this horrible **** I just wrote? Haha, I think I'm better at Forum!Ship fanfics.