Freedom Fighter

Chapter Two

"Where were you?" Pipsqueak shouts the instant he sees Jet stroll into camp early the following morning. "We were up all night looking for you!"

"Out. Sorry." Is the only answer he gets before the notorious rebel is past him and climbing up into the trees.

"But..." Frowning, Pipsqueak sighs and looks over his shoulder at a few other refugees, talking rapidly about God knows what.

Not even a minute later, a young boy runs into camp, warning that a group of Fire Nation soldiers is heading towards them. The majority of the children gather up their stuff and begin hiding up in up in the hideout, whilst Pipsqueak tries to catch the boy and locate the other members of his "A-team."

"'Duke, how far are they from camp?" Pipsqueak asks the boy as he looks around for Jet.

"About a mile up that way." The Duke, the youngest member of the Freedom Fighters, replies as he points due northeast.

"'Kay. Go."

Smellerbee and Longshot run up to Pipsqueak as the younger child dashes off, both appearing ready for combat. The girl instantly inquires about Jet, questioning if he had gotten back and where he is. As if on cue, the leader hops off a wooden platform above their heads, grabs a rope, and gracefully swings down with a soft thud.

"How far are they?" Jet asks the group, dark seriousness clouding his face.

"The Duke said a mile northeast."

"Then let's go." Jet turns on his heel and begins heading towards the said direction quickly.

"Hey, Jet? What happened to your face?" Smellerbee asks curiously, eyeing the dried blood around his nostrils and busted lip.

"Nothing." The older boy snaps and speeds up, trying to hide his blush from his friends.

"That sure doesn't seem like nothing."

"I said it's nothing!" Jet's fists curl tightly into a ball and he takes a deep breath. "Sorry. Just quit bothering me about it."

"There they are." Pipsqueak announces quietly, pointing his finger.

About an eighth-mile ahead of them, a gnarly, but armor-less group of about nine soldiers, all dressed in red and black, are walking directly towards the Fighters' home. They're traveling rather quickly and carry no to little weapons. This causes a sinister smirk to cross Jet's face.

"This should be easy." He chuckles softly to the group, then proceeds to describe the plan.

The teens surround their enemies with their weapons drawn, staying hidden from the soldiers, but able to keep sight of each other. Jet whistles a specific note, holding it for a couple seconds before dropping a step lower, but a lone figure bursts out of nowhere, armed with a pair of Dao swords, and begins attacking the soldiers. Regardless, Jet joins in and starts slashing his hook blades at a rough-appearing man.
The other refugees catch up after a second and throw themselves into the fight, all slightly confused. The Fire Nations warriors are quickly taken down, despite that two of them were benders.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Lee snarls at Jet, nearing him slowly. "They were mine."

"I don't think you can claim soldiers." Jet replies cooly with a smug smile, knowing that it would annoy the other teen.

"Well, I did."

"Too fucking bad." Lee roars and tackles Jet, his jaw clenched in anger.

The younger Freedom Fighters watch in confusion as their Jet wrestles with some kid they had never seen. The arguing boys' weapons lay on the ground forgotten, which strikes Smellerbee as odd. If Jet wanted to kill him, like he's saying, she ponders, then he wouldn't be using his fists. Curious, she watches the teenagers fight, while wondering if she shoulder break them up.

"Kick his ass!" Pipsqueak shouts to Jet, getting into it and cheering his buddy on.

Jet and Lee eventually break apart, panting and staring daggers into each other for a while. Grinding his teeth slightly, Jet tries not to break the glare and let his eyes wander, but it's so damn hard. Lee's ripped shirt dangles open, exposed his lean, yet muscular torso, and his pants hang low on his hips. Unable to resist it any longer, Jet's eyes dart down just for a second and an evil grin splits Lee's face.

"What're ya looking at, Jet?" The shorter boy asks, a mischievous glint in his yellow eyes.

"I'm not looking at anything."

"Mmmhmm..." Lee saunters up to him and places his hands on his hips.

"Fuck you." Jet spits before abruptly turning and storming off. His ever so faithful crew follows him, all glancing back at a smug Lee.

"Ooh, who was that?" Smellerbee singsongs and pokes Jet's arm, who growls and whips around towards them.

"Nobody! He's nobody, okay? Just some dickhead." He shouts and glares at them all.

"Are you sure? Then why are you blushing?" Pipsqueak starts laughing, which earns him a smack upside the head.

"I'm not!" Jet yells with his eyebrows scrunched together. The worst part about this, at least to Jet, is that he is blushing. "Back off."

"Really. Who is he?"

"I met him yesterday. His name is Lee or something. He's an asshole." Jet rubs at his nose with his sleeve and stares at his shoes.

"Aw! He is kinda cute. You should talk to him instead of fighting with him." Smellerbee offers.

"What! No! He's not cute. I do not like him! I'm not gay." Jet rolls his eyes before stomping off into the woods.

"Jet!" Pipsqueak calls after his friend, but gets no response.