(Avatar) The Power to Control
Title: The Power to Control
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Characters: Katara, Zuko, Azula
Genre: Action.
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 3, "The Puppetmaster," "Southern Raiders" and "Sozen's Comet"
Word Count: About 575.
Notes: Something I was hoping would happen in the finale that didn't. Wanted to get this out of my system. It's not fabulous, but it's not intended to be. Merely venting ideas before they turn into epic fanfiction that I don't want nor have the dedication to write. Also, I don't know how probable this could have been since the technique supposedly required the full moon, and I failed to notice if there was a full moon in the Southern Raiders episode. However, I'm a big enough Katara fan to believe she's powerful enough to do this on her own. (Also: I will not advertise this anywhere due to the poor quality. Besides, if my readers/fans find out I wrote something that wasn't an update to an existing fic they'd hunt me down and gut me.)
Date Written: July 22nd, 2008 (Completed)
Her hands moved into a very unique position and Zuko watched as the commander of the Southern Raiders suddenly lurched and then moved as if he could not control his body, not unlike a puppet. He froze, pinned and when he looked back at Katara, he realized it was she who controlled him and he had to wonder what sort of bending this was.
It didn't take him too long to figure it out. His eyes widened briefly before narrowing. Blood bending. How morbid.
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Her hairs were standing on end as the blue lightning crackled in the middle of the courtyard. She couldn't move, watching Azula's attack head straight toward her. She didn't notice Zuko move, not until he was in front of her and then down on the ground, lightning crackling around him before fizzing out.
Heart pounding in her chest, she ran toward him only to be kept back by that cursed lightning once more. Anger started to build inside of her the more she was kept from reaching her target. Zuko wasn't going to die. She wouldn't let him. No one would die while she was around. At least... no one she cared for. Past feelings of distrust were gone, and all she desired was to make he was all right.
And she was keeping her from accomplishing her goal.
Moral obligations and beliefs were gone as Katara curled her lip and pulled her hands together in that same unique position. Zuko watched her from one partly opened eye and he almost pitied his sister.
Azula's nostrils flared and her bloodshot eyes widened when she felt her body constrict, limbs coming together and not obeying the signals her brain was sending to them. What sort of game was this?!
“What are you doing you little peasant?!” She screeched, uneven bangs plastering to her sweat-slicked face. “Stop it! You can't do this to me! I'll kill you!”
Blue fire breathed from her mouth as she screamed hysterically, sincere promises of pain and misery escaping her lips in strangled sentences.
Katara ignored them all, moving her hands to bend the dirty blood that ran through Azula's veins, knocking her back and forth, moving closer and closer, allowing her better control over her puppet.
With a flick of her wrist, Azula found her back cracking against a pillar, and she howled angrily, and Katara ignored her.
Stopping over one of the grates that circled the courtyard, she looked down at the water below and lifted her hand as it came up and out in a huge wave that arched toward Azula, hitting her full force before freezing her in place as it turned to ice.
Katara looked around, careful to not lose her control on the Princess's body and finally noticed the chains behind her. They could hold her down better than Katara's ice could. And Azula's fire was not strong enough to melt metal.
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Azula immobilized, Katara quickly turned her attention to Zuko, healing hands pressing against the wound he'd sustained from his sister's attack. Weakly, the banished prince smiled up at her. “Thank you.”
Over the background of Azula's anguished cries and angry howls that were slowly turning into broken sobs, Katara laughed a little. “Shouldn't I be saying that to you?”
The firebender grunted a non-verbal response before glancing over at his sister. She had always loved the power to control others. This was a very humiliating and suiting defeat for her.
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Characters: Katara, Zuko, Azula
Genre: Action.
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 3, "The Puppetmaster," "Southern Raiders" and "Sozen's Comet"
Word Count: About 575.
Notes: Something I was hoping would happen in the finale that didn't. Wanted to get this out of my system. It's not fabulous, but it's not intended to be. Merely venting ideas before they turn into epic fanfiction that I don't want nor have the dedication to write. Also, I don't know how probable this could have been since the technique supposedly required the full moon, and I failed to notice if there was a full moon in the Southern Raiders episode. However, I'm a big enough Katara fan to believe she's powerful enough to do this on her own. (Also: I will not advertise this anywhere due to the poor quality. Besides, if my readers/fans find out I wrote something that wasn't an update to an existing fic they'd hunt me down and gut me.)
Date Written: July 22nd, 2008 (Completed)
Her hands moved into a very unique position and Zuko watched as the commander of the Southern Raiders suddenly lurched and then moved as if he could not control his body, not unlike a puppet. He froze, pinned and when he looked back at Katara, he realized it was she who controlled him and he had to wonder what sort of bending this was.
It didn't take him too long to figure it out. His eyes widened briefly before narrowing. Blood bending. How morbid.
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Her hairs were standing on end as the blue lightning crackled in the middle of the courtyard. She couldn't move, watching Azula's attack head straight toward her. She didn't notice Zuko move, not until he was in front of her and then down on the ground, lightning crackling around him before fizzing out.
Heart pounding in her chest, she ran toward him only to be kept back by that cursed lightning once more. Anger started to build inside of her the more she was kept from reaching her target. Zuko wasn't going to die. She wouldn't let him. No one would die while she was around. At least... no one she cared for. Past feelings of distrust were gone, and all she desired was to make he was all right.
And she was keeping her from accomplishing her goal.
Moral obligations and beliefs were gone as Katara curled her lip and pulled her hands together in that same unique position. Zuko watched her from one partly opened eye and he almost pitied his sister.
Azula's nostrils flared and her bloodshot eyes widened when she felt her body constrict, limbs coming together and not obeying the signals her brain was sending to them. What sort of game was this?!
“What are you doing you little peasant?!” She screeched, uneven bangs plastering to her sweat-slicked face. “Stop it! You can't do this to me! I'll kill you!”
Blue fire breathed from her mouth as she screamed hysterically, sincere promises of pain and misery escaping her lips in strangled sentences.
Katara ignored them all, moving her hands to bend the dirty blood that ran through Azula's veins, knocking her back and forth, moving closer and closer, allowing her better control over her puppet.
With a flick of her wrist, Azula found her back cracking against a pillar, and she howled angrily, and Katara ignored her.
Stopping over one of the grates that circled the courtyard, she looked down at the water below and lifted her hand as it came up and out in a huge wave that arched toward Azula, hitting her full force before freezing her in place as it turned to ice.
Katara looked around, careful to not lose her control on the Princess's body and finally noticed the chains behind her. They could hold her down better than Katara's ice could. And Azula's fire was not strong enough to melt metal.
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Azula immobilized, Katara quickly turned her attention to Zuko, healing hands pressing against the wound he'd sustained from his sister's attack. Weakly, the banished prince smiled up at her. “Thank you.”
Over the background of Azula's anguished cries and angry howls that were slowly turning into broken sobs, Katara laughed a little. “Shouldn't I be saying that to you?”
The firebender grunted a non-verbal response before glancing over at his sister. She had always loved the power to control others. This was a very humiliating and suiting defeat for her.