Thread: Avatar: Fire & Water (East & StarSiren)

Katara closed her eyes. Whatever energy she had left seemed to flee from her body the moment that Zuko sat up. He was alive. It was suddenly all that mattered to her. Her breath grew raspy as her broken arm throbbed to life. She drew the dangling appendage to her chest with sharp cries of pain, but it was not the only thing that hurt. Her pussy ached. Her lower abdomen throbbed. Her thighs and ass were too hot and too cold at the same time. For several long minutes, as the adrenaline left her body and normal feeling returned to it, she re-discovered all the things that had been done to her. Each bump, bruise and tear reverberated anew with stinging, lingering pain. Then it was over. Zuko's hand cupped her cheek and she remembered what a gentle touch felt like. Her eyes opened with new tears in them, but she had nothing to say. What could she say? She had done this. She gave in to lust hoping for a chance at real love. She'd ruined her marriage all by herself. She'd betrayed her people and if her father had his way, she would be the reason the world fell back into war and chaos. Everything was her fault. And all because she just wanted to know what it was like to be loved and wanted. She couldn't speak, not yet. If she did, the torrent of tears would break and she'd be utterly useless. She swallowed hard against the urge to give up and let loose the storm. She accepted Zuko's help up and found herself in an embrace. Her body stiffened in response, but Zuko just held her. His arms wrapped around her and stayed locked behind her back. His hands didn't wander, his hips didn't gyrate against her, he simply held her. It was too much. Katara melted in his arms, finally giving into the terror and despair welling up inside her body. She molded to his form while her arms pressed against his hips. She cried, she wailed, she sobbed, she shuddered, and he held on. His embrace was safe it was patient and it endured until Katara pulled away. Dozens of minutes passed before Katara calmed down enough to think. Only her arm and her spirit were broken. The rest of her remained more or less intact, though it remained to be seen what would become of her sexual exploits. No one else would come for her or Zuko until the morning. Which means they had that long to escape. She had no intention of staying, now that she knew her father's plans. She would live a lifetime in exile with Zuko before she spent one more day enslaved to her father. Zuko untied her hands and the broken arm flopped to her side. Unbound, it looked much worse than it had before. It bent in all the wrong ways, but thankfully the bone had not punctured her skin. When asked if she could fix it, Katara only shrugged. Maybe? She hoped so, but she needed to submerge it in water. Zuko already had a plan for that, though. He stoppered up the kitchen basin and pumped the water in until the sink was three quarters full. Katara placed her ruined arm within the water as carefully as possible. It hurt and she winced, but once it was submerged the coolness of the liquid had a calming effect on her psyche. Katara took a moment to center herself and quiet her mind. She sunk her good hand into the water and let moved it in small figure 8's above her broken arm. Then she could feel it. The broken bone, the torn ligament, the displaced veins and nerves and all the pain her mind was keeping her numb to. Katara choked on a scream as everything hit her at once. Her body froze and she leaned her weight heavily against the counter. She remained there for several minutes, catching her breath. When she felt recovered enough to try again, Katara began the figure 8's once more. The bone creaked and shifted, and Katara howled in agony but didn't lose her healing glow. Again she moved the bone a few millimeters and again a loud, mournful cry burst from her throat. This went on for several minutes until finally she'd positioned the bone correctly. Katara used her healing to minimize and remove the bruises on her arm, and realign the inner wiring before focusing on the bone itself. The glow from within the water brightened, then dimmed as it passed from the basin to inside her arm. Her brown skin shone a brilliant copper color as she worked her magic. Suddenly, the fingers of her broken arm wiggled! Before long, she was able to open and close her fist and feel the water with her hand. The arm would need to be wrapped, but it could now heal itself and Katara would still be able to use it. She shot a victorious glance at Zuko as she lifted both arms out of the basin. The left arm still had a funny bend to it, but it was significantly improved from before. Plus, now she could use her fingers on that hand again! She was going to need them if they were going to escape. Show me your escape route? I think I know where we can hide. She planned on returning to the volcanic cave. At least it was warm there and they could stay until they formed a better plan. Maybe Toph would help them? But she was in Republic City with Aang, Sokka and Suki. If they could get to the Fire Nation, she was certain that Zuko had contacts who would help. But that was across the world from where they were. The Northern Water Tribe would likely imprison them on sight, so they couldn't go there. But there were more than a few earth colonies they had befriended in their journey years ago, so maybe they could use those people as stopping points on the way to the Fire Nation? Maybe. But if they didn't escape this village by morning, nothing else would matter. Zuko would be executed and Katara would become her father's whore. She shuddered at that horrible outcome. No, they had to get out.