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storypaint) wrote2012-01-20 12:31 pm
storypaint) wrote2012-01-20 12:31 pm
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[Avatar] only who is left (Hama gen)
Title: only who is left
Fandom: Avatar
Length: 343 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: A:TLA, Hama, they tell her the war is over
Pairing: Hama gen
Other: PG for general creepiness.
Excerpt: They tell her that the war is over. She's not really sure why; most of the guards act like she's something less than human.
They tell her that the war is over. She's not really sure why; most of the guards act like she's something less than human. No one speaks to her beyond the bare minimum necessary.
They're very careful with Hama nowadays. The little bitch told them everything she knew. Hama doesn't even get a piss bucket. They're afraid she'll bend any liquid that she finds. The food is always too dry, like sand in her mouth. She barely eats. It seems pointless.
(They leave her entirely alone at the full moon. This is when she's happiest. This is when she makes the rats dance.)
The guard who brings her dinner tells her, "The war is over. The Avatar beat the Firelord." If she could, Hama would spit. Why does it matter to her? She's gone from prison to prison ever since leaving the Pole. She was held by the Fire Nation, and then forced to join them to survive, choking back vomit and watching her body age and slow, a new cage. Now she's imprisoned again, and she wonders if she simply should have stayed. Revenge was not nearly sweet enough. Freedom was not worth the price she paid.
They tell Hama that the war is over, and she laughs, a cracking, coughing laugh that surprises no one -- they all think that she's a demon, and will never understand that they made her so. It is their fault. It has never been hers.
She's dead within a week of the Avatar's victory: not from thirst or abuse, because her captors are still too frightened to be cruel. She bends the blood in her own body until it cannot stand the stress, and no one notices until the guard arrives with her next meal.
The blood rushes in Hama's ears in her last moments before she passes out, and she drifts off to the sound of the sea. She's missed it always, and she'll never see it again.
Fandom: Avatar
Length: 343 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: A:TLA, Hama, they tell her the war is over
Pairing: Hama gen
Other: PG for general creepiness.
Excerpt: They tell her that the war is over. She's not really sure why; most of the guards act like she's something less than human.
They tell her that the war is over. She's not really sure why; most of the guards act like she's something less than human. No one speaks to her beyond the bare minimum necessary.
They're very careful with Hama nowadays. The little bitch told them everything she knew. Hama doesn't even get a piss bucket. They're afraid she'll bend any liquid that she finds. The food is always too dry, like sand in her mouth. She barely eats. It seems pointless.
(They leave her entirely alone at the full moon. This is when she's happiest. This is when she makes the rats dance.)
The guard who brings her dinner tells her, "The war is over. The Avatar beat the Firelord." If she could, Hama would spit. Why does it matter to her? She's gone from prison to prison ever since leaving the Pole. She was held by the Fire Nation, and then forced to join them to survive, choking back vomit and watching her body age and slow, a new cage. Now she's imprisoned again, and she wonders if she simply should have stayed. Revenge was not nearly sweet enough. Freedom was not worth the price she paid.
They tell Hama that the war is over, and she laughs, a cracking, coughing laugh that surprises no one -- they all think that she's a demon, and will never understand that they made her so. It is their fault. It has never been hers.
She's dead within a week of the Avatar's victory: not from thirst or abuse, because her captors are still too frightened to be cruel. She bends the blood in her own body until it cannot stand the stress, and no one notices until the guard arrives with her next meal.
The blood rushes in Hama's ears in her last moments before she passes out, and she drifts off to the sound of the sea. She's missed it always, and she'll never see it again.