Bolin watched the world around him, focused on the people ignoring him, acting as if he was part on the wall he was leaning against. He was nothing without Korra and Mako beside him. He was nothing without other with him, the were always better than him.
He excused hmself from the large Southern Water Tribe room he was in, needing a break from everything that was going on.
Bolin walk silently, trying to focus on the world around him, losing himself in it. He's been gone for what seemed like forever, but in reality was only a few hours, and nobady came to look for him. He thought that maybe Mako would come afer him, but Bolin guessed he was caught up with Asami, trying to get over Korra.
Bolin found himself wondering if he should be worried. What if something happened to them? Bolin dismissed those thoughts, they probably didn't care about him, it seemed nobody did.
Hereing a noise behind him, Bolin turned around, trying to see what the noise was. Seeing nothing was following him, he shook his head and continued to walk.
No sooner than a few steps, Bolin heard, that noise once again. Before he could react, Bolin felt a rag pressed against his face, covering both his nose and mouth. He stuggled trying to breath. The man holding the rag wore a shirt that he vagly reconized as the neo-black logo, but he was too far gone to think about what that meant.
"Sleep," the voice behind him said. Bolin obeyed.
Bolin woke up strapped to a table. He struggled against the bonds, trying to get free, though knowing he couldn't. Bolin tried to relax, but as soon as he did he felt unbearable pain spread across his body. Bolin started to struggle once again, though was not able to move much of anything.
He heard a small chuckle from across the room, and Bolin craned his head to see where the noise was coming from. As soon as he did, Bolin wished he didn't, though it did explain of why he felt pain eveywhere. The man was holding a small sample of what Bolin knew was his blood. Bolin felt like he was going to be sick. There were more scientist surronding him, taking little bit of flest samples.
"Stop, please," pleaded Bolin, taking to stuggle. One of the scientsits held him down, while the others just ignored him. He screams were heard by no one.
"Stop," Bolin said, in a much weaker voice, he could barely keep is eyes open, the pain of everything was dulling his senses, all there seemed to be was pain, and Bolin needed it to stop.
One of the scientist came into view, this one actually looking at him and held up... something. In the state Bolin was in, he couldn't see what it was.
"This, Bolin, will make you the first part human-part sprirt, that ever existed, well at least to our knowlage," siad the man, slowly walking towards him, ready to eject it.
Bolin remembered, very faintly, of a lighting dragon was killed, a very powerful on at that. He knew that this was it's blood. Feeling the needle peirce his skin, Bolin shouted in alarm and stuggled to move away, trying to put as much distance as he could from the needle and the man in the lab coat.
Bolin screamed, those his voice sounded different, almost beastlike. The people in the room looked fearfully at the figure on the table as few pulled on the ropes tieing him to the table, though this time something was different. With newfound strengh and determination, Bolin, or rather the monster inside of him, pulled on the ropes, braking the ropes, so he could be free.
Something was controling Bolin now. Bolin was now a passanger in his own body, watching, being unable to do anything as the beast inside of him torw through the men nside the room, leaving a lifeless body on the ground every few seconds. It scared Bolin, he wanted it to stop but couldn't, no matter how he tried. Whatever the scientist put in him, he ejected a beast.
Bolin was only slightly aware as he ran across what looked like the mountains near Republic City. He was lucky. Most of the time, he only saw glimps of the world as he crossed it. Whatever was controling him, it didn't want him aware. Even if Bolin wasn't aware fo the world, he could still remember what that thing made him do to those scientist in the lab. They may of hurt him, but they didn't deserve that.
He didn't think about it too long, though. As soon as the dragon sprirt was aware of his presnse, it quickly shut him out, send Bolin inot a deep sleep once again.
Jinora woke up, clutching the sheets of her bed. She was sweating slightly and panting. She was woken up suddenly by a dream so life like, so real, she was sure she was there, living it.
As real as it seemed, Jinora prayed to the sprirts above it was just her over active imagintain playing triks on her mind, making her see thing that in no way could be real.
"What was that?" she asked herself. "Was that a dream?" Her question went unanswered as she climbed out of her bed and put her shoes on, need to take a walk. Jinora felt jumpy and had to much energy to sleep. She need to get some fresh air before she could go back to sleep, or at lest, try to sleep.
As Jinora opened her door and started to go out into the cool night air, she started to replay the events of her dream, though more like nightmare, in her mind.
In her dream, people were experimenting on Bolin, doing unspeakable things to him. Then they ejected him with a blueish liquid, the color of the sky. A beautifal color, a beautifal, liquid, though it did terrible things to Bolin. Whatever it was, though Jinora had ideas, it turned Bolin into a monster and killed everyone. Jinora cridged just thinking about it. She couldn't help the tears that slowly started to slip down her cheeks, try as she might to hold them back.
She awoke after he ran out, not even looking at what he left behind. She now thought he might be a few miles outside of Republic City, though she couldn't be sure.
Though the logical part of her said Bolin wasn't there, he was somewhere with Korra and Mako, traveling the world and doing who knows what, just he was safe, that's what matter. Bolin wasn't a killer,he was a sweetheart, not able to hurt anybody, at least nobody he didnt have a reason to, and that's what Jinora liked best about him.
That morning, as Jinora sat with her family around the table, eating breakfast, her father looked at evryone and signed, looking as if he had tragic news.
"I know that this might be hard for everyone, I know that we have all became, attached to Korra's friends, but Bolin has gone missing. He hasn't been seen in a week." Tenzin said, looking at everyone. No, it couldn't be true, Jinora refused to believe it.
"No," Jinora whispered, her fork dropping to the table. Her family looked at her stangley as Jinora ran out of the room, not wanting to cry in front of her family.
