Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2012 9:02:43 GMT
Characters Appearing: Tarrlok & Noatak
Time of Day: early afternoon
Location(s): NYC
Previous Thread Name/Info: what a coincidence
NPCs Used: maybe some random citizens
Plot Summary: Tarrlok survives...
He wasn't supposed to survive.
With the explosion, everything had to end. This story would finish and the last page would be closed for good. It was the best for both. Perhaps, he wasn't one to decide such; but someone needed to. Things had gone bad. It couldn't be any worse.
Worry, shame and disappointment. He felt these for himself and his brother. They used to have a pure innocence until their father introduced them to bloodbending. Then everything had changed. They started to drift away from each other, they both changed. And looking into the mirror now, Tarrlok knew he wasn't proud of what they had became.
Death felt like the only solution. While Noatak believed in a second chance and a new start, Tarrlok knew it was too late for it. Restarting things wouldn't erase the errors they had done. It wouldn't revert the damage they both caused. It was so easy to give up on everything including their lives. So that was why he made the boat explode, hoping they would finally get some peace.
But not everything happened as he expected. At least, he wasn't aware of it now.
His unconscious body was found by a sailor shortly, being dragged into a mid sized ship. The injuries he had were too much to be treated by a first aid kit. That was why he was taken to a hospital. For three days, he didn't even wake up. But at least, his condition wasn't lethal anymore; being treated fine enough. With a surgery, foreign pieces and shards were removed from his body. Thankfully, none of the vital organs were damaged. His burns were being treated and responding to the medications.
When Tarrlok woke up in a hospital bed, he didn't fight. He didn't have the energy to do so, even if he wanted. But what pinned him down to the bed was the knowledge of him killing his own brother, while he survived. He shouldn't have survived in the first place. He wanted to join with Noatak. With a hope, he asked for him; if he was also in this hospital. But he was not.
More guilt started to burn inside, weighting down on his chest. Whenever he closed his eyes for some sleep after dark, Tarrlok silently sobbed through the night. He really did surpass his father in the worst way. He had became what he feared the most.
After a full week, his doctor was ready to release him. They were letting him go. Rest of his injuries would heal with time. Since his cloths were torn apart, burned and blood stained; they handed him new ones. Not exactly fitting his traditional Northern Water Tribe fashion, but Tarrlok wasn't at the point of caring for that. Slipping on something called jeans and button-down shirt, he left the room; then the hospital building. His long hair was running down his shoulder blades freely.
The city was unknown to him. Not a place he had on the map before. Tarrlok almost thought he wasn't alive. But he was. Fashion and technology seemed quite different. He must have been in a completely new world. He didn't understand and he wasn't sure if he cared anymore.
All he did was asking for the direction of the sea. It was a desperate hope to find pieces of the boat... even his brother. The walk had been tiring with the condition of his body. Long aswell. But Tarrlok was determined. When he started to see the blue line ahead, his steps were quickened. After an hour, he was sitting down on sand and just staring at the clear water with bright blue eyes. He was tired, both physically and mentally.
{OOC: Sorry, if this came out too angsty. ><}