I'm finally starting with a new chapter!!! I don't have anything to write in my A/N today so I'm just going to create a dialogue of my everyday life….

ME: Hello everybody!!!

Motzie: Halloo…

ME: What was that for!?! You're ruining the moment here!!!

Motzie: You said 'Hello' I'm saying 'Halloo'.

ME: Oh really now…? How about 'Balloo' (Bye)?

Ritz: Orange…

Motzie and ME: Wha?

Ritz: Balloo is a weird way of saying 'Blue' so I'm saying a different color sooo…orange

Noreen: Banana…hehe

Disclaimer: Hey what am I supposed to say? Hey!!! I can talk!!! It's a miracle! I'm FREE!!! ATLA does not belong to Grey Blade…FREEDOM!!!

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In the Midst of the Unknown 2

Sokka and Iroh landed to let Appa rest. They chose what seemed to be the city plaza since it looked like it had the biggest space for Appa. The two males were also tired from lack of sleep last night so they decided to take a little nap as well. There was no reason to take watch so they just slept at the same time.

Sokka lay on Appa's tail with his hands resting on his stomach. He gazed up at the sky wondering if the others were safe. Looking up at the sky brought back memories of him and his whole family looking at the water.

"This city sure is bringing a lot of memories," he thought.

Then that's when he heard it. A soft singing from somewhere near but hidden. He stood up and strained his ear to hear who it was. Maybe it was Katara. He knew she liked to hum and sing when she was alone doing things but then it could also have been Toph or Reggie but he highly doubted that.

He moved to wake up Iroh but then hesitated and decided against it. The old man was tired and would only slow things down. Sokka didn't think of him as weak…it was just that it takes him ages to think up a strategy even when one was not needed.

He got off Appa's tail and started to follow the singing. As he got closer, he confirmed that it was a girl singing. As he got even closer, his eyes widened. He knew the tune the girl was singing to. It was the old nursery rhyme they sang. It was Katara!

He turned a corner in time to see her turn another corner ahead. He recognized the Water Tribe blue she was wearing and the Inuit braid that swayed behind her. It was definitely his sister.

The song she was singing sounded weird though, but he didn't even seem to hear. He just ran on to catch up to her.

"Katara!" he called out.

No response.

By now he could hear the words. They were different from what he knew, but he didn't seem to notice.

When does the moon fall down and die?

When does the water turn into blood dried?

"Katara!" He called out again. He ran faster but he didn't seem to be getting any closer to the sound. He couldn't even see her face properly.

When does the snow get tainted with blood?

When? Oh, when? Tell me dead mother.

Sokka cupped his hands over his mouth to project his voice more. "KATARA!!!" She still wasn't stopping. Either she was hypnotized by something…or she was deaf.

When does the child rot in the snow?

Sokka was finally catching up. He saw Katara turn around a corner again. He pumped his legs and ran faster than he had ever had before.

When does blood drip on her nose?

"Katara!" He saw her now; walking only a few meters away.

When does death fall down on the ground?

"Finally, Katara, I caught up to you," Sokka said with relief. He was directly behind her as she was finishing the last line of the song slowly.

When? Oh, when? Tell me dead mother.

He gripped her shoulders and turned her around, only to let go of them again and back away by one step.

Her face was bloodied and her eyes blood-shot and wide open. The sclera was red to show that even her eyeballs were bleeding. Her pupils were dilated and her lips were quirked up to a smile. All in all, she looked insane but at that time it actually scared Sokka.

"Why, hello Sokka." She said in such a casual manner…before her head lolled off and fell on the ground. It still had a crazy smiling face on, as if death were nothing more than an insane joke.

Sokka screamed. He didn't usually do that, but then again, this wasn't usual. He backed away but bumped into someone else. He turned around slowly and saw his fathers smiling face. Thank God though. The face wasn't bloody and his smile didn't look as crazy as Katara's. In normal circumstances, the smile would've been described as heartwarming but this wasn't normal.

"Hello, there son," he said.

"D-dad?"

His mom materialized right beside his dad, with the same smiling face. "Sokka, you look happy today."

"M-m-m-mom? What are you doing here?"

This was weird. Insanely weird. His mother was supposed to be dead! And his dad…his dad was supposed to be elsewhere. This wasn't real; this wasn't normal.

"You did a very mean thing to your sister, Sokka," his-supposedly-father said.

"Say sorry to your sister," his fake mother said.

But Sokka didn't. Normally, he would obey his mother without question, but then, this wasn't his mother, and even if she were, the body and head on the floor wasn't his sister's. So he did the only thing he could. He ran.

He ran past his mother and father and back towards the twists and turns of the alleys of the city.

He had his boomerang and his staff; he could take them out easily, but, he couldn't…he wouldn't hit the face of his parents, even if they were fake. Deep down in his mind, they were real. Days later, he would be imagining he fought his own parents. So…he just kept running.

Sokka turned around and looked. It didn't seem like those 'zombies' were after him. He slipped on a pebble but managed to find his footing on time only to slip on a patch of moss right after. This time, he fell flat on his face and broke his nose.

"Sokka…" His mother called out to him in a sing-song voice. "Come back, please. You know its rude not to say goodbye."

"Goodbye!" He called out behind him. As he did, a drop of blood from his nose fell into his mouth. He felt the bitter taste roll on his tongue before finally evaporating to his warm breath.

He felt his nose being runny with blood. He slowed down a bit and wiped his nose with the back of his arm, not bothering to be clean about it, and then quickened his pace.

"Sokka, say sorry to your sister," his father's gruff voice called to him.

What the heck? The voice was closer now. A lot closer than it should be.

"Sorry, sis!" He shouted behind him, as if it would make a difference.

He turned a corner and then made a sharp right into an alleyway. He thought he made a dead-end but as he neared it, he found that there was another alleyway leading left.

"Sokka?" Another low voice said. At first, Sokka thought his fake parents found another ally, but then, he realized he knew that voice. Yes, he definitely knew that voice. It was Iroh! The old man was just around the corner.

He turned the corner and sure enough, there was the old square with Appa and the former general waiting for him. Iroh was looking in one of the other pathways, his behind sticking out dramatically.

"Iroh!" Sokka called out as if the old man was the best thing that happened to the world.

Iroh turned around and smiled. "There you are, Sokka! I thought you were lost. What happened?"

Sokka stayed in his spot panting for a while and then just smiled at him and said, "I'll tell you later." And due to his lack of sleep a while ago and his 'marathon', he fell on the cobblestone path, snoring loudly, with blood running down his nose.

A/N: Okay, sorry for the late update. But, graduation had ended at least two or three weeks ago meaning two or three weeks of lazy summer. And in that time, before graduation, and currently, I am reminiscing Gensomaden Saiyuki and is missing it very, very, very much and is trying desperately trying SO hard to find the whole series in Japanese with English subs. In case some of you were wondering, the last time I watched G.S. was almost three years ago.

Oh, and I've found out something horrible. Very horrible. I was passing by the living room, where my brother was watching Justice League and I overheard a very disturbing name. Sob…there was a very ugly, stony guy called Dark Side!!! I don't know the spelling of the name but still! It's practically the same!!! …No offense to J.L. lovers. Okay, I have already started two days ago on my new chapter and might be posting soon. I can't post anything this weekend since we're going somewhere with my cousin (To Cheese, Crackers and Fishcake, yes, that cousin, and I trust you three not to mention his name in the internet) on vacation.

Oh and sorry for the jumpy scenes, since I wrote this at two in the morning, right after my midnight snack, I couldn't sleep after eating so much, this was done in a rush since we're leaving soon for our vacation.

Okay then. Again, sorry for the very late chapter. Goodbye.