EDITED 20/04/2013

He loved her, she hated him. He could hardly blame her. He hated himself as well. His life was based around lies. The lies started the night he went camping with his younger bother and father. Since then, everything was different. When he ran from his brother and father he wasn't taking the snow storm into consideration He was a great water bender but had yet to figure out how to bend the snow. Just when he thought he was going to die, an elderly man pushed through the snow drifts to where he lay. For a year that's where he stayed. He enjoyed being with the old man. Questions weren't asked and he was content to let it go on like that. He lied to the old man though. Saying that his family was killed by angry fire benders. After a while, he too started to believe the story as well. Sadly the old man had passed away, leaving Noatak yet again to be by himself. It was all it took for him to create his new life. He was no longer Noatak, the water and blood bender. He was Amon, the Equalist leader. Pitted to put a stop to benders for good. As far as he was concerned, his family was actually murdered by fire benders. His face taken. His face was an easy fix. It was just a matter of paint. His lies were perfect, his lies were flawless. He relished in the fact that he can actually get away with it all. He himself, was a lie. And he was perfectly content for 8 years until she came along.

She who wanted to destroy him. She who was stronger then 10 of his men. It was then that he started to feel a longing. A feeling that was strange for him. Strange in the aspect that the feeling didn't feel false, like the ones for all the bimbo's that flung themselves at him, but a true longing. He clung to the feeling with all his might. He let her go by saying lies, saying things like "She's the perfect messenger" or by saying that he needed her for his future goals. His follower's took it in stride. Whole heartily believing his lies. But he didn't want to lie anymore, at least, not to her. So on an act of whim he accepted her challenge (again) for a fight and went without telling his Lieutenant. They fought, he won. And there she knelt, the knee's of her pant legs soaked through from the morning tears on the grass. The fear was clear in her icy blue eyes. The only think keeping her from totally collapsing was the fierce determination to not completely lose to him. It was one of the things he liked about her. Her will to live, to protect those who were dear to her. He envied her honesty. Something he shall never possess.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Aren't you going to take my bending away?" The challenge was clear in her glare. She was daring him to. Chances were she would fight till there was nothing left of her. Oh how he longed for her.

Soundlessly he walked to her. He took his time. Watching her struggle for control of her limbs. Many say that he is heartless. That he has no emotions. It is what makes him such a great leader. But he disagrees. He is just a man. A twisted egotistical one, but a man none the less. And what he felt for the Avatar could hardly be considered heartless.

Amon stood over her, his large frame towering over her, his shadow casting her into darkness. Korra struggled again to move her numb arms.

"I shall not destroy you." Confusion flicked through her eyes before going back into a glare. Then back to confusion when he gently brushed her bangs from her eyes. He bend down so that the red dot on his mask was pressed against her brow. Their eyes locked on each other. One stared in confusion and fear, the other in sadness.

"You shall see me for who I am, and not for whom I'm not..." Before she could register his words or fight back, he jabbed the base of her neck, instantly knocking her out. Her eyes lulled as she slumped down. In one swift motion, he pressed her into his chest and picked her up. Her hair hung loose, her hair ribbon lost in the tall grass.

"You shall see..."