Post by katybeifong on Apr 26, 2008 0:05:51 GMT -5
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Please comment, I love suggestions too, so here's a sneak peek to see if you like it!
Chapter 1
I was locked up and bound with rope in a wooden crate, sick with a flu, probably why it was easy for Azula to capture me.
Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee were arguing what to do with me. Azula wanted to use me as bait for Aang, Mai proposed that they should slowly and painfully kill me. Ty Lee was asking to throw me in a creek. Ty Lee had also used some weird punch to block my chi, leaving me limp and helpless, I hated them immensely.
They finally settled on Azula's idea, and Ty Lee jabbed me again in my chi pressure points.
Mai disgustedly dragged my crate onto a wagon. Guess she didn't want to get sick. I hacked and coughed on her arm. Ha ha, Mai just loved that! She snarled and put a sharp blade to my throat, then slit a cut in my cheek. I couldn't scream, my throat was so sore and all that came out was a gasp. “No hurting the merchandise,” A new, male voice said sharply, “See looks fragile.”
“I'll show you fragile...” I mumbled hoarsely while struggling against the ropes that bound me. Mai laughed.
“Seriously, Mai,” the voice went on. “She's already ill. And Azula doesn't want her hurt more, plus you ruined that cute face.” Mai put another slit on the other side of my face, and I began to whimper. “Now it matches. Oh look, it's crying.” Mai laughed again
can you be so heartless? And she's a girl, not an 'it'!” Whoever he was snapped at her. Mai seemed taken aback. “Calm down Zuko! I'm just having a bit of fun.” She stalked away. So it was Zuko who had been telling Mai off! How could the psychopath hunting Aang and our team be standing up for me?
I whimpered again when he wiped away my tears. “Sorry about her... She can be OK sometimes, but cruel too. I'm sorry it had to be like this,” I winced but he cleaned up the blood streaming down my face with a warm, wet cloth. “You do look pretty even with the cuts. Guess you can't see your cute face in a mirror though...”
“Why are you helping me?” I whispered. “Because I hate helping them hurt you,” He whispered back, “and I'm planning on tricking Azula.”
Like it? If you do go read more or e-mail me at: kmd_girl@yahoo.com!
Please comment, I love suggestions too, so here's a sneak peek to see if you like it!
Chapter 1
I was locked up and bound with rope in a wooden crate, sick with a flu, probably why it was easy for Azula to capture me.
Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee were arguing what to do with me. Azula wanted to use me as bait for Aang, Mai proposed that they should slowly and painfully kill me. Ty Lee was asking to throw me in a creek. Ty Lee had also used some weird punch to block my chi, leaving me limp and helpless, I hated them immensely.
They finally settled on Azula's idea, and Ty Lee jabbed me again in my chi pressure points.
Mai disgustedly dragged my crate onto a wagon. Guess she didn't want to get sick. I hacked and coughed on her arm. Ha ha, Mai just loved that! She snarled and put a sharp blade to my throat, then slit a cut in my cheek. I couldn't scream, my throat was so sore and all that came out was a gasp. “No hurting the merchandise,” A new, male voice said sharply, “See looks fragile.”
“I'll show you fragile...” I mumbled hoarsely while struggling against the ropes that bound me. Mai laughed.
“Seriously, Mai,” the voice went on. “She's already ill. And Azula doesn't want her hurt more, plus you ruined that cute face.” Mai put another slit on the other side of my face, and I began to whimper. “Now it matches. Oh look, it's crying.” Mai laughed again
can you be so heartless? And she's a girl, not an 'it'!” Whoever he was snapped at her. Mai seemed taken aback. “Calm down Zuko! I'm just having a bit of fun.” She stalked away. So it was Zuko who had been telling Mai off! How could the psychopath hunting Aang and our team be standing up for me?
I whimpered again when he wiped away my tears. “Sorry about her... She can be OK sometimes, but cruel too. I'm sorry it had to be like this,” I winced but he cleaned up the blood streaming down my face with a warm, wet cloth. “You do look pretty even with the cuts. Guess you can't see your cute face in a mirror though...”
“Why are you helping me?” I whispered. “Because I hate helping them hurt you,” He whispered back, “and I'm planning on tricking Azula.”
Like it? If you do go read more or e-mail me at: kmd_girl@yahoo.com!
