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Korra sat atop the temple roof. It had been weeks since Tarrlok had lost his bending. It was an inconceivable thing, but she knew this way, he could never hurt anyone with his bending again.
That did not quell her uneasiness.
The full moon rose slowly overhead. On nights like this, even when the moon was enriching her with its power, she could only think of that night. That one night, when she had felt so utterly helpless, more than she ever had before. Because she couldn't help remembering that the full moon used to lend power to Tarrlok as well.
And Korra couldn't help remembering that he hadn't even needed the moon's assistance to overpower her.
She breathed deeply, trying to banish the memories that she'd never forget as sliver moonbeams brushed against her tanned skin. She glanced at her wrists, watched the blue-green veins pulse as they pumped life through her body.
Oh blood, how you betray her.
Korra closed her eyes and lay back, letting the memories overtake her. They wouldn't leave, anyway.
Imagine it. Total loss of all control. That had been something Korra had never thought she would experience, something she never wanted to experience. But Tarrlok, with a few simple movements, had taken over her body like she was a puppet. Her limbs jerked and twisted painfully, obeying only Tarrlok, deaf to her own commandments. She'd tried to struggle, tried to fight this strange force, but to no avail.
Fighting only made it hurt more.
Korra shivered. It had been so strange, not being able to control her limbs. Bending to the will of another. She counted it as a fortunate occurrence that the man had simply locked her in a cell; she knew well that he could've done whatever he wished with her body, and that terrified her.
She'd been a prisoner in her own body.
Korra always thought that even if everyone else in the world betrayed her, she'd always be able to count on herself. She'd been wrong. She had walked herself across the room and into the van that had brought her to her cell. It was terrifying. As terrifying as the thought of losing her bending.
\ Almost.
Bloodbending was something that Korra would never want to force upon anyone. It was something she never wanted to learn. And it was something she for damn sure would never let anyone know she feared.
Sighing, Korra cast one last glance at the moon before slipping off the roof and disappearing into the safety of the temple.
A/N: WOOHOO! Another inexplicably short oneshot! Reviews are love. Or hate. I'm fine with either.