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Chapter Ten: Jet
A smooth and charismatic guy, Jet will do anything to get what he wants. He usually does things to help people, but it is often done to benefit himself in the end. Jet has always done bad things, but with good intentions. Even when he convinces himself he is doing something for someone else, it turns out to have a selfish reason behind it. His friends are like family to him and family is the most important thing to him. Jet is going to learn that a person who does things only for himself, has no room for friends, and in Jet's case no friends means no family.
"Just breathe, Duke. You can do this," said an eight year old boy wearing protective gear and one foot on a skateboard, standing on top of a ramp.
"Take your chance Duke, you can do this!" called out Jet as he stood watching with a group of his friends. The freedom riders were Jet's best friends. They were a group of athletic teens who weren't afraid to ride any hill, or grind any ramp. Jet's friend Pipsqueak was a big guy who was the best on his bike. Despite his size, he was a big softy, so Jet gave him the name Pipsqueak.
Longshot was a mute. Ever since his parents were murdered in front of him, he hasn't spoken a word. Longshot isn't much of a biker or good at skateboarding, but he had eyes like a hawk. He could hit a person dead in their eye with a slingshot from a good distance. In basketball he had no trouble making a perfect shot from the other side of the court, and no one that knew him ever challenged him to a game of darts.
Smellerbee was a tomboy. Because of the way she dressed, most people mistook her for a guy, until she taught them a lesson. Even though she had low self esteem, her best friend Longshot always made her feel better and reminded her that her opinion was the only one that mattered. Of course that's what he tells her in his e-mails. Smellerbee got her nickname because like a bee she can determine a smell from a great distance. She doesn't like people to know, but she loves cooking, and enjoys the aroma of everything she makes.
Duke is Pipsqueak's little brother. Even thought he's a small guy, he isn't afraid to take on a guy twice his size. He is currently earning his place in the Freedom Riders and a title in this group. He knew it wasn't much, but the fact that he had been accepted into his big brother's group meant everything to him.
Jet was their leader. He was the bravest and most caring guy with them. To others, Jet appeared as a tough guy or a trouble maker, but only his true friends knew who he really was. Jet would do anything for his friends...anything.
"Here I go!" yelled out Duke as he began rolling down the ramp. Even though he had his eyes closed, he knew he wasn't gonna make it. He could hear the loud wind blowing in his face, and he felt his leg lifting from the board as he began to loose balance. When he felt his board going upward, he felt his body falling back.
"Oooh!" everyone yelled as Duke hit the ground. Duke was too embarrassed to get up, and a little in pain. He was sure he was never going to make it into the gang.
Everyone ran up to him to help him up. Because Duke had gear on, he wasn't seriously injured, but he did feel dizzy and had a little headache. "Duke, man, are you alright?" asked Smellerbee. He didn't respond.
"Oh no, you've killed him!" shouted Pipsqueak.
"He's not dead, relax. He's just a little out of it," said Jet. Jet took off Duke's helmet and held his head up. "Get up, little guy," he said, slightly smacking his face.
"Did...did I make it?" whispered Duke.
"You tell me, The Duke." Jet said standing up.
"What?" Duke said confused. "The Duke? What do you mean 'The?'"
"It means you're in, you've made it into the group," said Jet.
"But, I failed." Duke dropped his head his shame.
"No you didn't. The test wasn't riding a ramp, it was showing us you had the guts to do it." Duke smiled as he looked up at Jet, telling him this. "Welcome to the Freedom Riders, The Duke."
"Hey Jet!" said Katara, walking up to him. The students of Southern High were heading to lunch, while some stopped by their lockers. Jet was just closing his locker when Katara approached him.
"What's up, Katara?" he said, chewing on a toothpick.
"Hey, tomorrow a few of us are going to see the game and watch Sokka play, you wanna come?" asked Katara.
"Um, I don't know, but if so, then I will let you know."
"Oh, ok. Well I guess I'll see you later," she said, disappointed. Katara walked to lunch, while Jet stood in the halls waiting for his friends to arrive.
After school, Jet was walking with the gang into the school yard.
"Hey Jet, are we going to the skate park today?" asked The Duke.
"No, not today, The Duke," he responded. The rest of the gang looked at him with confusion.
"What? Why not?" asked Smellerbee.
"Well, I kinda have something important to do," he said, distracted.
"Okay then, I'm gonna go hang out with Aang then. They are all going to the creek later," said Smellerbee.
"Sounds good to me, you just be careful," he said protectively. Smellerbee shook her head and grinned, turning to catch up with Toph and On Ji. "What about you guys?" he said, looking at Longshot, The Duke, and Pipsqueak.
"Well, me and The Duke are going to rent some horror movies for tonight," said Pipsqueak.
"Okay," Jet said with a smirk. "What about you, Longshot?"
Longshot looked up and said nothing, he just looked back at Smellerbee and walked off with her.
"Well then, have a nice day," said Jet.
"See ya later Jet," said The Duke, as Pipsqueak carried him away on his shoulders.
Jet smiled as he watched all his friends go their separate ways.
Later that day, Jet walked into an alleyway, where two men in green leather coats were guarding a door.
"You got business with the boss?" asked one of the guards.
"Yeah," he answered.
"Go on in." The guard opened the door and watched Jet walk in. Inside, another guard grabbed Jet by the arm and escorted him to a man sitting behind a desk with stacks of money and bags of heroine.
"Well, if it isn't my good friend Jet," said the man, resting his elbows on the desk.
"What's up?" he said nervously.
"What's up? You really wanna know?" the man asked.
"No, you don't have to tell me nothin'," Jet said gazing away.
"No, you already asked, I might as well tell you now." The man stood up and walked over in front of Jet. Jet tried not to look to nervous, because he knew this man would take advantage of that, but he couldn't help it. He knew at any second he could have his men put fifty bullets into his chest, or worse have him beat to the point where be begged for death.
"You see Jet, I lent you five thousand dollars so that your mother would be able to pay her bills. Normally, I would give a person one week to pay me back, but I like you Jet, so I gave you a month. It's been a month and a half and I still have nothing. Now can you tell me why is that?" said the man as he circled around Jet. At the last minute he placed his hand on Jet's shoulder and was standing very close to him, making sure to put fear into the boy.
"I'm sorry, but every time I make the money, my mom needs it again. It's not easy for a sixteen year old to earn five thousand dollars, so quickly. Please give me another week. I promise I'll have it by then." Jet swallowed loudly, as sweat dripped down his forehead. His heart was racing swiftly and loud, but his head was full of so much of the things that this man could do to him, that he couldn't hear or feel it himself.
The man looked directly at his eyes, as he awaited Jet to look back into his. Jet nervously looked at him while a smirk grew on the man's face. "Oh very well, I guess I might as well," the man said, playing with his side burn.
"Really?" Jet asked, surprised and relieved.
"No." Jet's relief turned into fear.
"I'm going to give you until tomorrow afternoon, to get me my money, or else someone very dear to you is suddenly going to go missing," he whispered in his ear.
"Wait, why not me?" Jet asked.
"If I take your life, you can never pay me back, if I make you feel the loss I did, I think you will understand how furious I am," he once again looked at Jet's eyes. "Understand, I like you Jet, and I don't think you want to happen to you, what happened to your mother. I'm giving you a small chance to redeem yourself."
"I'll do my best," Jet said, nodding his head.
"Of course you'll try, but if you succeed I will be very impressed." The man smiled and walked back to his desk. "You may go now."
Jet went to turn around, and a guard punched him in his stomach. He sequenced his eyes, losing his breath. The guard dragged him out and tossed him into the alley.
"You better have Zhao's money, or else," the guard said with a grin on his face.
Lying on the ground, Jet turned on his back and looked up at the sky. He took a deep breath and lifted himself up off the ground.
The next day, Jet arrived at the football game Katara invited him to. He watched suspiciously to see if anyone was following him to collect the debt. He had no money at all. Today was his day off of work, and even a few hours at the garage wouldn't get him close to half of what he owed. He's been paranoid since the moment he woke up; he figured this day the stadium would help calm his mind.
On his way past the candy counter, he spotted Katara on her way to the bathroom. He rushed over to her before she could enter the restroom.
"Hey Katara," he said, relieved to see a friendly face.
"Oh hi, Jet," she said back. "You made it, that's good."
"Yeah, I couldn't leave my buddy hangin' could I?" he said with a smirk on his face.
"No, I guess not."
"So, I see you're heading to the bathroom, I'll wait for you till then," he said backing off.
"Okay, I'll only be a second," she said, making her way into the restroom.
Jet smiled and turned around to notice Zuko standing at the counter with Mai. Suddenly his smiled dropped. Zuko also noticed him, but paid him no mind, as Zuko continued his conversation with his friend Mai.
Jet turned around to see if Katara was done, but noticed that she still wasn't finished. Jet began thinking. If some of Zhao's men saw him with her, then they might use her against him.
Jet felt bad, but he had to leave before someone got hurt.
Later that night, Jet was sitting home alone, wondering when his mom would get home from work. She was running late, and he was worried that Zhao's men had gotten to her.
He sat on a raggedy couch in his small living room of his mother's apartment. He sat with his foot tapping and his thumbs twirling. Suddenly Jet heard a knock at the apartment door. He anxiously ran to answer it, hoping it was his mother.
When he opened the door, it was someone totally unexpected.
"Zuko? What are you doing here?" he asked with a furious look in his eye.
"Katara's missing and I know you were that last person with her," he said, glaring back at Jet. Suddenly thoughts of the possibilities went rushing through Jet's mind. "Jet!" Zuko said, to get his attention.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said. As Jet went to close the door, Zuko forced it back open with his hand.
"Jet. This is Katara we're taking about, if you know anything, please don't be selfish," Zuko said, relaxing his upset face.
Jet looked down. "Fine, I think I might know where she is." Jet grabbed his keys and jacket and walked out into the hall.
"So, where are we going?" asked Zuko.
"We? No, where am I going," Jet rephrased.
"Yes, we." Zuko stared at him once again with a glare.
"Look, I got Katara into this and I'm going to get her out." Jet turned to walk toward the staircase, but Zuko grabbed his shoulder.
"Wait, what do you mean you got her into this mess?" Zuko asked.
"None of your business. Do you want to find her or not?" Jet asked, turning around.
"Then shut your mouth and let's get going," he said, rushing down the flight of stairs. Zuko followed closely behind him, as they made their way to Zuko's car.
"Nice car," complimented Jet.
"Thanks, maybe you'll have a nice one one of these days," Zuko said with a smirk on his face as he opened his car door and stepped in.
Jet gave him a look, as if telling him, "I'll get you later."
"So where to?" Zuko asked.
"Gaipan and Gaoling Avenue," answered Jet. Zuko hit the gas, as the car screeched loudly. It took off down the street, leaving two streaks on the road.
Zuko and Jet rushed from the car and into an alleyway. Two guards were standing there who barely noticed the two teenagers. Once they did they spotted Jet and figured the boss must have been waiting for him. When Jet and Zuko approached them Jet went to open the door, but the guards halted him.
"You may have an appointment, but that don't mean you can go chargin' in here," said the guard. Jet removed his hand from the door knob and stepped back.
"Who's the guy with scar?" asked the guard looking over to Zuko.
"Hey what happened you? Fall asleep on a stove?" said the other guard as they began to laugh. Zuko glared at them with anger.
"Are you gonna let us in or what?" Jet asked.
"Not till the emo over there opens his left eye all the way." The two began laughing again.
"Katara's life could be in danger and we're standing exchanging jokes?" Zuko said angrily.
"Exchanging? The last time I checked, we were making all the jokes." The guards high-fived each other as they continued to laugh.
"You know, you're right. Let me make the joke this time." Zuko said with a smirk on his face. He walked up to them as the first guard went to punch him in his face. Zuko grabbed his arm and twisted it around his back. The other guard went to hit Zuko, but Zuko turned the guard he was holding right in the attacking guard's way. The attacking guard punched the defenseless guard and knocked him out. Jet grabbed the guard and tossed him into a wall and hit him in the gut with his knee. The guard fell unconscious and dropped to the ground.
"Nice work Zuko," said Jet.
"There, now when they wake up, they have something to laugh about," Zuko said.
"What's that?" Jet asked.
"They can both laugh about how even with guns in their back pocket, they still got knocked out by two teenagers."
"Yeah, that is pretty funny." Jet grabbed a gun from an unconscious guard and placed it in his back pocket.
"Jet, what are you doing?" Zuko asked, raising his brow.
"It's just in case," he said, handing Zuko the other one.
"I'm not touching that," said Zuko, placing his hands up in defense.
"Look Zuko, these are mobsters we're talking about, we don't have a choice."
Zuko looked at him and back down at the gun. "Fine, but I'm not using it." Zuko put the gun away as Jet opened the door, holding the gun out in front of him.
When he got inside, he found the place empty. "What the hell is this?" he said.
"Where is everybody?" Jet asked, looking around.
"Damn, he's not here." Jet kicked a chair and began looking around for a clue to finding him.
"What was the point of those guards then?" Zuko asked.
"It was a trick. He must have known that I'd come looking for her," Jet slammed his fists into Zhao's desk and charged for the door.
"Come on." Jet said demandingly. Zuko followed after him, grabbing a hand knife sitting on a table with a black skull on the handle.
Jet grabbed one of the knocked out guards by the collar and lifted him up. "Where is he?" The guard didn't respond. Jet slapped his face as the guard barely opened his eyes.
"What?" asked the guard.
"Where is Zhao?" Jet asked again, gripping his collar even tighter.
"He's at his house, he said he had a special guest waiting for him," said the guard nervously.
"He means, his exact location," Zuko said butting in.
"He's on 536 Jang Hui street. That's the last place I remember dropping him off one time," said the guard in fear.
Jet dropped the guy and the two took off running to the car.
"I know exactly where to go, Mai lives around there," said Zuko.
"Good, let's go."
On their way to Zhao's location, something seemed to be bothering him.
"What's going on?" Jet asked.
"I'm out of gas," Zuko said, slamming the wheel.
"Relax dude, um, we're not to far from my job, come on." Jet jumped out of the car and began running down the street.
"Hey, wait up!" Zuko rushed out of the car and locked the doors, running after Jet.
"Where's your job?" asked Zuko impatiently.
"Right here." Jet pulled out a pair of keys from his pocket.
"You work in a garage?" Zuko asked.
"Yeah, so?" Jet said unlocking the garage door. Zuko following him in as Jet headed for the light switch.
Zuko stood in the darkness waiting for some light. "Why are we here?" Zuko asked.
"This." Jet hit the light switch and Zuko found himself standing in front of a motorcycle
"Nice bike," said Zuko.
"Thanks, maybe you'll have a nice one like it someday," Jet said jokingly.
Zuko looked at him with a grin on his face. "Fair enough, now let's go." Jet hopped on his bike and put his helmet on. "Wait, what about me?" Zuko asked.
"Get on, dude."
"Hell no. I am not wrapping my arms around you." Zuko backed off.
"Well. I do have one other bike, but it hasn't been tested yet," said Jet.
"I'll take it, I don't care." Jet led Zuko to a motorcycle covered in a white tarp.
"Well?" Zuko said impatiently.
"Take it off already."
"Oh, right." Jet pulled the tarp off the bike to reveal a black and blue bike.
"Whoa," Zuko said, sliding his hand across the side of it.
"Yep, now come on we gotta go." Zuko hopped on and together they rode off down the street on their way to Zhao's location.
"Okay, this is the place," said Zuko. The two teenagers parked the bikes and walked toward the front door.
"Shh, not so loudly," whispered Jet. Jet peeked through the window to see Zhao sitting alone on the couch watching television. Jet quickly ducked down.
"It's strange isn't it?" Zuko asked. "How could a guy who's just kidnapped a girl, just be so calm?"
"I don't know, but we have to find a way in," whispered Jet.
"Forget this, I'm taking this guy now."
"Zuko no." Jet covered his face with his hand as Zuko rushed to the door.
Jet stepped back and charged his foot forward, slamming the door open and breaking the lock.
"What the hell is going on here?" asked Zhao. Zuko pulled out a knife from his pocket as Jet walked from behind him with a gun.
"Oh I see, this is about your little friend," Zhao said, grinning.
"Where is she? Where is Katara?" yelled Jet. Zuko closed the door, placing a small desk in front of it to hold it shut.
"Well, I warned you, Jet. You didn't listen." Zhao smirked as he stared at the gun being pointed directly at him.
"You could have taken me, you should have left her out of this," said Jet.
"No, Jet you brought her into this when you didn't pay your debt."
Jet looked down with regret. He looked back up at Zhao and cocked the gun.
"So what now? Are you going to kill me?" Zhao asked, holding his hands up.
"No, you're gonna take me to her," said Jet.
"How do you know she isn't dead?" asked Zhao.
"Because, you said she'd go missing, not murdered." Jet held the gun higher, aiming it at his head.
"You listen well, Jet. Very well, I'll take you to her."
The teenagers escorted Zhao to his car in the back of his house. They wanted to make sure not to be seen, so they held their weapons low.
Zhao got in the car and so did the teenagers. Jet sat in the passengers' side while Zuko sat in the back.
"How do we know you're taking us to the right place?" asked Zuko.
"I'm a man of my word, trust me." Zhao turned on the car and drove off.
About a half hour later, Zhao pulled up to an abandoned warehouse. Jet held the gun to Zhao as he slowly got out of the car. Zuko followed behind. Suddenly, a bullet hit the car and Jet and Zuko ducked down. Zhao took off running for the building. Another bullet was shot straight at the window.
Zuko and Jet crawled behind the car, avoiding getting shot.
"What are we gonna do now?" asked Zuko.
"There's only one thing to do," Jet answered. He held up his gun looking at it with an unsure look in his face.
"Jet, we can't. We'd end up killing them," said Zuko.
"It's either them or Katara, Zuko!" Jet scrunched his eyebrows and looked past the corner of the car. He could see a man with a gun kneeling behind a crate. Jet took a deep breath and aimed the gun straight at the guard and shot him right in his shoulder.
The guard dropped the gun and held his shoulder screaming in pain. Zuko ran on out ahead and slammed the guy into the ground. He punched him in the face and grabbed a pair of keys from his pocket.
Jet followed after him, leaning his back against the wall next to the entrance of the warehouse. Zuko stood on the other side. He reached out and placed the keys into the lock and opened the door. Just then a bullet flew past them as they ducked down. The two ran behind a crate and the guard continued to shoot. Jet looked past the corner of the crate and shot the guard. He looked on out ahead to see if anyone else was there. It appeared to be safe, so the two ran for a flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs there was another guard. Noticing Jet and Zuko, he pulled out his gun to aim, but Zuko threw his knife directly at the guard's hand, pinning him to a wall.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" asked Jet, amazed.
"Military school," Zuko answered with a smirk. "Come on."
Jet opened another door and looked through the halls to find no one. "Strange."
"Just go," Zuko said impatiently.
The two ran down the halls quickly. At the end of the hall they found a rusted door that read "employees only".
Jet slowly opened the door and hit a light switch. He found a Katara tied up to a chair in the middle of the room.
"Katara!" Zuko said anxiously.
"Wait!" Jet warned him. "This is too easy."
The two looked around and saw no one. "We don't have time for this," said Zuko.
Jet ran over to Katara who appeared to be unconscious. He untied her and tried to see if he could wake her, while Zuko stood guard. Just then Zhao came out of nowhere and hit Zuko over the head, knocking him out. Then he turned his gun to Jet.
"Now, now, Jet, You know better than to face me in my own domain," said Zhao.
Jet said nothing as Katara slowly woke up. "What's going on?" she panicked.
"It's okay, Katara, Zuko and I are here to help." Katara looked around with her eyes, but saw Zuko no where in sight.
"Where'd he go?" Jet asked himself.
"I'm really sorry it has to end this way Jet." Zhao cocked his gun just as Jet noticed Zuko standing behind Zhao.
"Me too." Just then Zuko bashed Zhao over the head with his gun.
Katara and Jet ran for the exit, but Zhao grabbed Jet's leg, tripping him.
"Jet!" Katara yelled out.
"Go on, get out of here!" he yelled back.
Just then Zhao climbed over Jet and punched his face.
"Jet, no!" she yelled once again. Jet fought back, but was eventually beaten. Zhao walked over to pick up a gun off the ground.
Katara ran over to help Jet up as Zuko ran over to stop her. Zhao turned around and held out a gun to Katara.
She stood stiff. She was too afraid to move. Zuko too stopped in his tracks. Jet laid next to Katara with blood dripping down his forehead.
"First, I'm gonna kill your girlfriend, then you. It's over, Jet, you lose!" Zhao yelled out.
BAM! "No!" Jet yelled out.
It was too late, a gun was already fired. Jet looked at Zhao and noticed blood soaking up his white shirt.
Zhao looked down at the blood and fell over.
Jet and Katara looked back to see Zuko on his knees holding a gun with smoke coming from the tip of it.
The two made their way to Zuko and helped him up. Katara hugged her two friends tightly. She wasn't happier to see them in her entire life.
"Thank you. The both of you," she sobbed as tears ran down her face.
"Come on, let's go home," said Jet.
Zuko drove the two to Zhao's car and drove Jet and Katara to their houses. First he dropped off Jet, and then Katara.
Zuko walked Jet to the front door of her house. "Are you feeling better?" he asked.
"Yeah, I just... I'm just glad you two showed up or else I'd be dead." Katara began to tear again.
"Hey, it's no problem, anything for a friend." Zuko wiped away her tear as she looked up at him with a hypnotizing look in her face.
"When I found out, that something happened to you, I felt a little empty inside, like a piece of me just went missing. It's the same way I felt when my mother left me. I don't know why I felt that way, but I did, and..." Just then, Katara leaned in to kiss him.
Silencing him, she placed her hand on his cheek. Even though he was shocked, he gave in. He didn't pull back or push her away. He just closed his eyes and kissed her back.
Back at Jet's home, he slowly made his way to his apartment door. He pulled out his house keys and opened the door.
Jet threw off his jacket and headed toward the bathroom to wash his face. Then he headed off to his room, to notice that his mother's room door was slightly opened. Usually it was wide open when she wasn't home, but not this time.
He quickly opened the door and saw his mother lying peacefully in bed, sleeping. He smiled to himself and looked up at the ceiling. "Thank you." Jet headed to his room where he slowly lied down on his bed and kicked off his boots. He turned over, facing the window where he could see the moon shining down on him. He closed his eyes little by little, till he fell into a deep sleep.
Hey this is my last character chapter for now. From this point on, I'm going ti do different scenes. The upcoming chapters will have characters depending on the theme of the chapter. I hope you guys like the change coming soon. For now, tell me what you think of this chapter.
Edited By: Ogro