Mixed Troubles - Sokka x OC

Chapter 14: Left Behind

Hey guys! New chapter to explain last chapter's cliffhanger, and I'm sorry it's a day late. Yesterday was Eid - Muslim holiday that celebrates the end of Ramadan - and I couldn't work on ANYTHING. I even missed school which was somewhat relieving haha. Anyways, I had a fun time, however I already miss the feeling of, like, fasting and just Ramadan in general. 

Anyways, regarding today's chapter it's, um, kinda graphic I guess you could say. I think the scene I wanted to write was, like, censored through my writing, meaning it's not as graphic in my writing. But anyways, in my mind, it was pretty horrific, so possible trigger warning (?)

TW: Blood, Murder. 

Anyways, this is kind of a hard chapter for me in terms of writing. I hope you enjoy, and happy reading. 

Presenting......

|Left Behind|

Safiyah

The first thought that comes to mind is that there is too much blood spilling out.

There's too much dark blood staining the boot soles of the two, large men standing in front of me with turned backs, overlooking the lying body. 

I stand there, horror-stricken and unsure of what to do. One part of me, the logical, smart part that's seeking survival says to reach for my dagger that hides in my inner robe pocket. That's why my right hand is absentmindedly patting my torso down, feeling for the angle. 

The other part of me - the one that is so close to overpowering my logical part - wants to push past those two, strange men - ignoring them - just so my brain can register the fact that my vague assumption is actually true. 

What's funny is that all of these thoughts were running through my mind in just the few seconds that I stepped inside, because the two men have turned around, and now they're staring at me. 

And I recognize them. Both. I recognize them. 

They're the big, burly men I saw when I stopped at the Spring Inn. Right as I was walking out, they walked in.

And I know it's them because the one holding the bloody dagger is the one who's wearing his signature silver earring.

The men don't even speak to each other. They just glance at each other and they mutually make the decision to approach me, making me shake all over. 

What the actual hell?

I stop feeling for my dagger, trying to reel myself from the stupidity of that option. Instead, I stick out two fingers on my right hand, and channel lightening through me. Thankfully, the sound of the zapping fills the air, and I shoot my hand out at the man holding the dagger. 

Both men barely make an expression. Their eyes just widen, which makes them look like they're yelling through closed mouths. The lightning hits the dagger holder's hand making his groan sound like it emerged from the deepest trench. I know he'll survive, however, because my aim was shaky and I didn't get a complete hit on his hand. 

The second one tries to grab me but I burn his wrist. That's all it takes and he falls back. Without taking a second thought, I fumble for my dagger once again, thinking about the unthinkable. My fingers take way too long to reach inside my robe and their clamminess causes the robe fabric to slip in between them. I start to get worried that the men will pounce up on me like animals in a matter of seconds. 

And one of them does. 

The one I burned hugs me with one hand, presumably to try and lift me up. But, unfortunately for him, that just gives me an advantage.