Addiction
Title: Addiction
Characters: Hama
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Bryke and Nick own Avatar.
Author's Notes: For the ATLALAND lottery. Prompt #32 Hama
I like writing for Hama! Does that make me morbid? XD Anyway this was an interesting one to write. Her way of thinking fascinates me in a way. It kind of goes along with my other Hama fic which can be found here.
Summary: Hama watches the children sleep.
It wasn’t insanity.
This feeling that she felt was something different. She felt the muscles in her hands twitching as she stared down at the sleeping Water Tribe girl.
So peaceful, so innocent the child looked. She remembered being this way herself once. But events had stripped her of that. And now it was time for this girl to be stripped of it as well. It was the only way to survive in the world. You had to be strong, willing to take and do anything.
It was an addiction.
The feeling of knowing you had complete control over another person in more ways than one gave her such a feeling of power that the more she felt it, the more she needed it.
She left the bedroom and went down the hall to a small closet. The doors creaked as she pulled them open. Reaching in, she pulled out a pair of puppets. She let them hang for a moment before flicking her wrists and curling her fingers. They danced beneath her hands, their wooden limbs clanking against their bodies.
It was nothing compared to controlling flesh and blood, but it would have to do until the full moon. Then she would teach the art to the young Water Tribe girl.
Down the hall slept two children who were not of the Water Tribe. One of them was the Avatar.
Her skin crawled as she thought of how the Avatar had abandoned the world. In truth, it was partly his fault she had become like this. Had he not left the world to fend for itself, she wouldn’t have been taken away from her home. She wouldn’t be trapped in the middle of the Fire Nation, pretending to be one of them.
She replaced the puppets in the closet and closed the doors quietly before making her way to the room he was dreaming peacefully in.
His fault.
She peered into the room, her fingers curling into fists. How she wanted to take control and lock him away with the others. But she couldn’t, not until the full moon.
Soon, very soon she would rid herself of the boy and teach the Water Tribe girl the art of blood bending.
It would not die with this old woman.
Characters: Hama
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Bryke and Nick own Avatar.
Author's Notes: For the ATLALAND lottery. Prompt #32 Hama
I like writing for Hama! Does that make me morbid? XD Anyway this was an interesting one to write. Her way of thinking fascinates me in a way. It kind of goes along with my other Hama fic which can be found here.
Summary: Hama watches the children sleep.
It wasn’t insanity.
This feeling that she felt was something different. She felt the muscles in her hands twitching as she stared down at the sleeping Water Tribe girl.
So peaceful, so innocent the child looked. She remembered being this way herself once. But events had stripped her of that. And now it was time for this girl to be stripped of it as well. It was the only way to survive in the world. You had to be strong, willing to take and do anything.
It was an addiction.
The feeling of knowing you had complete control over another person in more ways than one gave her such a feeling of power that the more she felt it, the more she needed it.
She left the bedroom and went down the hall to a small closet. The doors creaked as she pulled them open. Reaching in, she pulled out a pair of puppets. She let them hang for a moment before flicking her wrists and curling her fingers. They danced beneath her hands, their wooden limbs clanking against their bodies.
It was nothing compared to controlling flesh and blood, but it would have to do until the full moon. Then she would teach the art to the young Water Tribe girl.
Down the hall slept two children who were not of the Water Tribe. One of them was the Avatar.
Her skin crawled as she thought of how the Avatar had abandoned the world. In truth, it was partly his fault she had become like this. Had he not left the world to fend for itself, she wouldn’t have been taken away from her home. She wouldn’t be trapped in the middle of the Fire Nation, pretending to be one of them.
She replaced the puppets in the closet and closed the doors quietly before making her way to the room he was dreaming peacefully in.
His fault.
She peered into the room, her fingers curling into fists. How she wanted to take control and lock him away with the others. But she couldn’t, not until the full moon.
Soon, very soon she would rid herself of the boy and teach the Water Tribe girl the art of blood bending.
It would not die with this old woman.