The turtle-duck honked and tried to twist up and bite him, but he shook it. He should have snapped its neck before he tried to get away, but it was to late now.
The Fire Nation Soldiers crashed through the woods behind him, crashing and stumbling. He swore and ducked under a branch. As he ran, he tried to map his location in his head, to figure out where home was and run in the opposite direction. He glanced back-
And smashed into a tree. The turtle duck fell from his hands and bit his ankle before waddling away, right into the arms of the soldiers. One of them picked it up gingerly.
“You don’t have a lot of brains, do you kid?” the captain guffawed, shaking Jet by the scruff of his neck. “Should’ve picked some Earth Kingdom peasant.”
Jet spat in his face.
“Eugh!” the captain grimaced. “Let’s get him back. It’s time we made an example around here.”
Jet fought them the whole way back.
The Fire Nation soldiers corralled the townsfolk into the street, Fire Nation colonials along with the Earth Kingdom people and held Jet off the ground by his arms.
The captain let go.
Jet fell to his knees and one of soldiers came forward to yank his shirt over his head before the captain’s foot on the back of his neck slammed him back down. Blow after blow cracked down from the borrowed whip until his back ran slick with blood.
When the crowd had dispersed, the captain let him up and the soldiers moved back, laughing and mocking as he grabbed his shirt and stumbled away.
On his way back to the woods, wincing with each step, Jet slipped back into the barracks coup, grabbed a turtle-duck, snapped its neck, and threw it over his shoulder.
He whistled around a hastily picked stalk of grass.
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I sometimes imagine Jet’s hiding a set of stripes under his shirt- how’d he come to experience s
Date: 2010-02-17 04:36 am (UTC)The turtle-duck honked and tried to twist up and bite him, but he shook it. He should have snapped its neck before he tried to get away, but it was to late now.
The Fire Nation Soldiers crashed through the woods behind him, crashing and stumbling. He swore and ducked under a branch. As he ran, he tried to map his location in his head, to figure out where home was and run in the opposite direction. He glanced back-
And smashed into a tree. The turtle duck fell from his hands and bit his ankle before waddling away, right into the arms of the soldiers. One of them picked it up gingerly.
“You don’t have a lot of brains, do you kid?” the captain guffawed, shaking Jet by the scruff of his neck. “Should’ve picked some Earth Kingdom peasant.”
Jet spat in his face.
“Eugh!” the captain grimaced. “Let’s get him back. It’s time we made an example around here.”
Jet fought them the whole way back.
The Fire Nation soldiers corralled the townsfolk into the street, Fire Nation colonials along with the Earth Kingdom people and held Jet off the ground by his arms.
The captain let go.
Jet fell to his knees and one of soldiers came forward to yank his shirt over his head before the captain’s foot on the back of his neck slammed him back down. Blow after blow cracked down from the borrowed whip until his back ran slick with blood.
When the crowd had dispersed, the captain let him up and the soldiers moved back, laughing and mocking as he grabbed his shirt and stumbled away.
On his way back to the woods, wincing with each step, Jet slipped back into the barracks coup, grabbed a turtle-duck, snapped its neck, and threw it over his shoulder.
He whistled around a hastily picked stalk of grass.