AN: After marathon watching LOK and trying to find a story to satisfy my particular fanfiction tastes, I resorted to writing my own story. Anyway, here goes my first fanfiction! It's a combination of LOK and a 1990s guilty pleasure movie (which, after some quick Google-ing, I realize is based on a book… huh… I should have seen that coming…). Anyway, guess if you feel like it, and if not, simply enjoy the ride.

My Amon (haha that sounds ridiculous) can also kill people with his bending. That makes sense, right? He can control someone's blood, for Sokka's sake. He can surely kill someone, right?!

I don't have a beta and I'm really just posting this to see if anyone else finds this strangely fascinating. Plus, writing this fic seems like a great way to spend my winter break. Anyway, please give me some feedback – negative or positive – and let me know if this story has a place in the LOK fandom.

Chapter 1 – Just breathe.

She could feel her blood struggling to move through her veins. The building throb of sanguine liquid that should rightfully be coursing through her body was stilted by a sharp and piercing control… A power unleashed by the man towering above her rigid form.

A man who hid behind a mask.

She had almost gotten used to the mixture of dirt and leaves that gently swirled in and out of her mouth with every breath – breathing seemed to be the one thing she still had control over – when her view suddenly shifted. She felt herself slowly rising from the forest floor. As he ripped the fabric covering her eyes away from her face, she was blinded by the bright orange sunlight that wasn't caught by the thin tree trunks and their even thinner branches.

Sunset or sunrise, I wonder…

The young woman hadn't seen natural light – or even the outside world – for two months? three? more? After the first couple weeks, she lost track of time. All she knew were the decaying stone walls of her "room," the small bed and nightstand shoved in the corner… and the sick dread that came from waiting for him to return. Though his visits to her "room" were full of pain and humiliation, the silence of his absence was worse. True, she at least had control over her own body during these times, but mentally she was being tortured. She could never figure out his schedule, but perhaps he was intentionally sporadic in his visits.

Her train of thought was broken by the sound of the wind whipping his hood against his mask. If the man in question wasn't currently controlling her body, she surely would have jumped at the startling noise.

She suddenly realized how deeply he had destroyed her. She used to be a strong, defiant firebender. But now… She recalled her "room" and how in the times when he was gone, every miniscule sound that she heard was its own torture device. The innocent sound of water trickling out of her decrepit faucet blended into his footfalls echoing down the stone hallway outside her barred door. A pebble loosening itself from the walls quickly became the sound of his mask brushing against her skin.

Her skin, which he held in his bloodbending grasp. She finally accepted that she would never escape him alive…

Him.

The man who was currently bending her form into a grotesque kneeling position. She felt the leaves, damp with morning dew, the jagged rocks, and the snapping twigs against her exposed knees as he forced her back down to the ground. As her arms continued to naturally fight against his bloodbending, forming most unnatural positions in their futile struggles, she painfully felt her back arch. Her field of vision quickly shifted from the browning forest leaves, to the tree branches, and finally rested on the treetops silhouetted against the beautiful sky.

Then, his face appeared. No, not his face. His mask.

A frightening blend of white and cream, broken up by a gleaming red circle in the middle of where his forehead should be. But, perhaps what terrified her the most were the dark, black chasms that made up the eyes and mouth. His eyes: the only part of his face that was uncovered. Though she thought she saw them when her "room" was graced with enough light – these moments in themselves were few and far between – they were most often draped in shadow. The mouth, the color of coal, slightly turned up at either side, suggested the wearer was continually pleased, constantly aware, and persistently one step ahead of his prey.

The last bit was extremely true, in this case.

He had given her only three rules to follow and she had broken all of them yesterday. Yet, how he sensed her disobedience, she did not know. All she knew now was quite simple: she was going to die literally at the hands of Amon.

Though she didn't think it possible, her head suddenly jerked farther back, the snapping of stiff bones breaking her thoughts.

Just breathe… In… And out…

He held her body in this position for what seemed like hours, not saying a word. She heard the wind pushing through the decaying tree bark, the soft chirping of the bluebird monkeys, and her own blood fighting to pulse through her body. Eventully, perhaps as a last resort, her hot-natured temper exploded.

"Say something!" she demanded. "Say something or just do it already!"

The only response she got was one of his hands gripping the back of her neck and the other hand gentling settling on her forehead, his thumb almost caressing the spot between her eyebrows.

Grunting from the sheer force of his hold on her, she managed to yell, "DO IT! Or I'll show you just how much I hate you!"

At this, he slowly leaned his head down to hers. For the first time since her abduction, she distinguished the true color of Amon's eyes from their shadowy enclave as he whispered, "Aki… I believe you."

She then felt his power surge through her from head to toe. As her limp form crumbled almost fittingly atop the crumbling autumn leaves, her final thought flitted through her mind:

Wow, Amon. Your eyes look just like starlight…

AN Part 2!

This chapter is just setting up the story. Don't ask me who Aki is. I have no idea. *shrug* I just needed a fall girl and looked up a list of firebender names. Anyway, the next theoretical chapter will shift to Korra.

Seriously, let me know what you think. I've never written anything like this before so I really have no understanding of its strengths or weaknesses.