Perfect Life

Chapter 12: Azula & Jet

Warning! Contains: Blood, mention of murder, hate, love, kissing, oogie-trigger, handcuffs, jail, jet, guns, shooting, etc

(A/N: Ok, you guys, get ready to hate me!! I love you guys!!)
(Sunday, June 6th, ll:oo am)

3RD PERSON:

"JET, LET GO OF HIM!" Katara screamed, trying to get out of the handcuffs. Luena had her ear on the phone as tears streamed down her cheek. "I- I don't fucking care, I need police cars and ambulances right now. Right the fuck now."

"I'm not letting go until you agree to the deal, you little shit." Katara shut her eyes. "He was gonna rape me anyways, why was he doing this?" Aang shook his head at her. "Don't do it, Katara. Please don't. I'm not worth it."

"Let the fuck go of him, Jet. I'm fucking warning you," Suki threatened, a gun in her hand. Jet picked up his own gun and pointed it at her head, not even letting her flinch. "That's empty." Jet just glared her down. "It's not." She smirked, "it is, though."

Jet clicked the gun and to his surprise, it was empty. Suki just smirked and tightened her grip on her gun. And while Jet was focusing on her, Toph clicked open the handcuffs Aang was stuck in. Aang used his airbending to quietly slip away from his grasp. He took some air and made it into the shape of a key, letting Katara free.

"Not so fast," Jet whispered under his breath. He jumped at Suiki and grabbed her gun. He was about to shoot her in the heart when Sokka leapt on him, and the gun turned, hitting someone else instead. Aang. Again.

"AANG!" Katara screamed, her heart clenching in half. Jet saw him out of the handcuffs and shot his leg again, and again, and again.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE!" Katara screamed, leaping at him. He pointed the gun right at her. "Don't. Move. I will kill you." She froze in her spot. "Aang. Aang. Aang. He shot him. Again. I'm gonna kill him."

"You won't kill me."

And before Jet knew it, a woman was on his back. And Zuko screamed. Mai and Tylee gasped. Everyone turned to the woman on Jet. It was Azula.

🤍 (Monday, June 7th, 5:oo pm xx)

"He's ok, Katara."

"WELL, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HELP US?! THIS WHOLE THING IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT! YOU CAUSED THE FUCKING CRASH!" she screamed, her heart racing and tears streaming down her face.

"I fucked up," she whispered, looking down, her hair falling down her face. "I fucked up bad. And he won't talk to me. We're blood, Katara." She glared at her. "I HAVE FUCKING AMNESIA BECAUSE OF YOU!! WE ARE NOT FRIENDS, AZULA!! I WOULD KILL YOU IF IT WOULDN'T PUT ME IN JAIL WITH JET!!"

Azula shut her eyes and let her head fall back against the pillows of the hospital bed. "I fucked up, Katara. I didn't- I wasn't in the right mindset." Zuko slammed open the door. "Get the fuck out of that bed, bitch. I don't care where the fuck you go; but you need to leave my sister the fucking hell alone."

Azula looked up at him, seeing the fire in his eyes. "Ok." She shut her eyes and got up, her hand bandaged up completely. "You know she lost her hand, right?" the doctor said, looking up from her book. Zuko rolled his eyes. "I couldn't fucking care less," he grumbled.

"Zuko, what's she up to?" Katara asked as he sat down on the bed next to her. "I don't know. This is the most sincere I've seen her in my entire life. But I don't want to trust her one bit." Katara let out another tear, and Zuko heard her sob. He sighed and placed her head on his shoulder as he got comfortable in the bed. "I know, sis. I know."