*Author's Note: This takes place after Tarrlok takes Korra hostage and then he's knocked out by Amon and Korra bursts out of the cabin, staring at Amon. That's where the story starts. Credit goes to sunnyontheheights for allowing me to use the idea of Korra and Amon getting stuck in the middle of nowhere together. My story's probably not gonna be as good as their's, but I hope at least you'll enjoy it. Also, more credit goes to sunyontheheights for revising and editing this chapter. Enjoy!*
Korra ran. She ran for her life. Her throat was dry, her thoughts were wild, her sight blurred by the threatening tears.
The Avatar was alone here, in Tarrlok's cabin. No Mako, no Bolin, no Tenzin, no Asami. Heck, not even another living being besides her enemies.
Hmph, like they even counted as human beings.
Korra created a hole in the cabin, pushing her way to the outside. Time seemed to slow to a nerve-wracking pace.
She blinked to find Amon only a few meters away. Her heart instantly beated faster, fear over coming her.
NO, she thought, this can't be happening to me!
Then her heart stopped completely as Amon's cold eyes found their way to hers. She panicked, and turned away to skate down the slope behind her. She allowed herself to smirk as she knew she would get away. But the victory would be short lived.
Right when she turned, a large animal jumped in front of her. It had huge antlers, a rack of at least seven deadly points. It roared once, flashing its menacing fangs at her, and Korra's stomach dropped to her knees. It towered over her, it's legs stomping at the ground around her. A moose-lion.
"Get away!" Korra screamed, trying to scare the animal away. She forgot about Amon only a few feet away and focused on getting the animal away from her.
It roared, sending her flying a few feet back with its powerful breath. She bumped into something-or someone-as she landed.
Korra shook her head as she sat up.
"If you don't mind, Avatar, I would prefer it if you got off my lap."
Korra jumped upwards, practically feeling the deep voice on her back.
"AMON!" She said, her face flushing at how close they'd been. Amon's hands landed on his hips as he got to his feet.
"Avatar." He said. Korra took on her fighting stance, forgetting the wild animal behind her. Amon did not, however, and he lunged forward to grab her by the wrist. He yanked her out of the way, just in time for the moose-lion's charge. It's snapping fangs missed Korra's ponytail by mere inches.
Korra ripped her wrist from his grip.
"What are you doing?!" She bellowed.
Amon's voice sounded surprised, "Did you want to get ripped into a thousand peices?"
Korra was shocked at the answer. "I thought you wanted me dead!"
"I want you equalized! Those are two different things!" Again, he pulled her away as the moose-lion thrust its antlers from the ground to the air.
"Will you stop that?!" Korra yelled at him. Amon huffed.
"Want to mashed to bits? Be my guest." He hissed. Korra was about to throw back a cold retort but was pushed away by, once again, Amon.
"UGH! I can handle my self!" She yelled at him from a few feet away. When he did not respond, she glanced around her, looking for any sign of him. He had suddenly disappeared into thin air. Her heart hammering, she returned her attention to the moose-lion.
Korra readied herself for its attack, but the when she turned to the animal, it was struggling with something on its back. Then she saw it. A small figure compared to the wild mammal was riding on its back, making it shake itself every which way, trying throw him off.
It was Amon.
Korra was left in awe at how strong the man was. Here was this moose-lion, an incredibly feared creature, and he was riding it. Riding it!
The sound of a loud thud broke Korra out of her thoughts. She ran towards the sound, making sure she didn't fall in the wild animal's line of vision.
Once she reached it, she took a step back, her built up worry washing away.
"Amon." She hissed. Amon peeled himself off the ground. His chuckle made Korra freeze, "You seem to enjoy my name too much, Avatar."
Korra harrumphed, "In your dreams."
Amon was shaking his head, an angry comeback on the tip of his tongue, when, suddenly, the moose-lion was on top of them. Its deadly horns caught him in the side, throwing him dangerously closed to the slope that dropped into miles of snow and trees.
"Amon!" Korra found herself yelling again, but this time, there was something different behind it. Was it...concern?
She turned to the roaring, furious moose-lion in front of her. It had just head-butted the most feared man in Republic City. The Avatar almost laughed.
But this was no laughing matter.
The anger and fire in the animal's eyes made her whole body go cold. She knew she had to get away before it crushed her to a pulp. As the animal charged at her, Korra tried to waterbend the snow around her. Problem was, in her panicked state, she couldn't.
She ran instead. It was the only thing she could do. But when an animal that big is chasing you, you don't exactly have many places to hide.
Korra found herself pinned against Tarrlok's cabin once more, the moose-lion huffing in her face. It was slowly nearing its head to her, a sadistic gleam in its beastly eyes as it reveled in her fear.
Just when she thought she was a goner, the animal's breath on her face disappeared. She opened her eyes.
The moose-lion was on its stomach, momentarily knocked out. She looked behind it.
There stood Amon, her worst enemy, a long frozen waterstick in his hand. Noticing the Avatar had seen him, Amon dropped the frozen object. It melted into water the moment it left his clutch.
Korra was astonished.
"You...You're a...You...can bend?" Came her shocked question. Amon made his way around the huge animal, stopping directly in front of her. The glare in his eyes told her not to say another word.
"Now, Avatar, time to finish what we started." Amon lifted his hand to place on Korra's forehead, but she jerked aside.
"I don't think so, buddy." There was a stifled snort in response. He reach out again, this time, she was not fast enough. She wished she was still facing the bloodthirsty moose-lion.
The Avatar struggled in Amon's grip, but he did not let her go. He smirked behind his mask, for he knew he was going to win.
"Prepar—aaaaahhhhh!" Suddenly, the two are thrown into the air, Amon still clutching onto Korra. Korra, instinctively, held onto him as she felt the steady ground beneath her disappear. She yelled out in fear… at the same time she realized her wish had come true.
The moose-lion looked like hardly a menace at the height they were. And that's when the shock and reality settled in, both in Korra's mind along as Amon's.
They were falling. Fast. Towards the slope. And they were going to roll down painful miles and miles.
The last thought that ever occurred to either of them before they hit the snow was:What have I gotten myself into?
*Author's note: For those of you that know about my TLK story, I'm sorry I haven't updated. I just couldn't resist the urge to write about Amorra! Thanks again to sunnyontheheights for the help. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I'll probably post a chapter at the same time I do for my other story. Till next time!*