A/N: Why, hello. After all this time, I wish I had something better to offer you than this. -sigh- Oh, well. College has stolen all my good creativity, the bastard institution!! Anyway, DARK!fic warning. incredibly!violent!vengeful!Katara ahead, and it's not too pretty. What is my issue? The fluff has left me. Sorry this is such total bloody crap, but maybe you'll like it and review anyway. It's possible, right?
His named ripped from her throat and echoed hauntingly in the suddenly silent chamber. The seconds lengthened, and for too long she was staring at his writhing, airborne form, at the reopened scar on his back. The seconds slid by slowly, slowly, and then she was watching him fall, no, plummet towards the stone floor and she was not moving.
Her horrified mind finally began processing, and she splashed water onto the floor, freezing it before it struck the tiles. She leapt onto the ice-chunk and rode it at blazing speed across the room, but she was too far away and he was falling too fast…
And suddenly she was in the green-tinted catacombs again, and Aang was dropping from the sky, and Azula was smirking with her smoking fingers extended, and Zuko was staring in shock and astonishment, and tears were spilling down her cheeks.
But in the catacombs she had caught him, had halted his lethal descent.
His body made a horrible, sickening crunch upon impact, ricocheting up before landing sprawled and limp and lifeless.
She stumbled off her ice-sled, her balance lost. Tears burned her eyes.
"No…" she breathed, crumpling to her hands and knees, her head bowing. She pounded her fists against the stone tiles. "No," she repeated over and over, as if by chanting it long enough it would somehow change reality.
Red haze tinged the edges of her blurry vision, and her teeth bared bestially as she raised her eyes to the still-standing Fire Lord.
"NO!" she roared, and all conscious thought fell away as surely as if she'd been knocked out. All she could focus on was Ozai, who was swiftly losing definition because of that overwhelming red haze. The ice-sled was beneath her boots once more, and in a blur of blue fury, she raced toward the battered and weakened Fire Lord.
He had only just turned his head from Aang's unmoving body, unaware of her approach. She jumped off the ice and bent it into a rough spear and smashed it directly into Ozai's chest. He staggered backward from the force of the blow, and she rammed into him, knocking him flat. The icicle extended upwards like some kind of macabre banner, and the Fire Lord coughed up blood, his eyes wide and shiny in pain.
Teeth still bared in a snarl, Katara gripped the icicle and twisted mercilessly.
Ozai gave a garbled half-scream before his eyes abruptly stilled, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Red obscured everything, and she jerked the icicle from his body and gored him repeatedly. His blood flecked her clothing, but she did not even flinch, only stabbing again and again and again. Her breath came in ragged gasps between gritted teeth, her jaw set so hard it began to ache.
The next thing she knew something hard collided with her and sent her flying; she landed roughly on the floor, striking her head. Her vision swam nauseatingly.
"Snap out of it!" someone was yelling, and it sounded a little like Toph. Her ears were ringing so badly she couldn't quite tell.
"He's dead already! Dead!" the person continued. "Get a grip!" A fist cracked against her jaw.
The red finally dissipated, and Katara blinked, one hand cradling her rapidly-bruising face. Toph had her pinned, one clenched hand drawn back to strike her again. Sokka stood a few steps away, Aang's arm thrown around his shoulders; the young Avatar hung motionless in his grasp.
Sokka was staring at her as if he'd never seen her before in his life. "What the hell was that?" he demanded, although a quiver of fear entered his angry tone.
…She bent the waterfall into a rising spiral and bore Aang up and away from the catacombs and the Dai Li and Zuko and Azula; he was going to be okay, she promised herself. She had the oasis water, and he would be okay. He would be healed, and they would be together, and everything would be okay…
"Déjà vu," she murmured, and her ice-blue eyes rolled up into her head.