Chapter 1: The Beginning Of…
Revised: 9/1/18
I don't remember much about my childhood past, mostly due to me wanting to forget. But I guess if you're going to know who I am then you need to know me from the beginning.
I used to live in the South Pole. I was with my mama and papa outside; just you know being a normal family. The wind felt great against my skin along with the bright sun. My best friend Naga and I were running around when I heard the familiar call of my mother.
"Korra dear come over here before you catch a cold."
"Coming mama!" I yelled over the sounds of Naga barking. I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me until I came up to the woman with the kindest smile, who gave the warmest hugs like a platypus bear. We both walked to where my father was and had one of the greatest moments ever. Although the fun had to stop once it was night time. I remember my mother tucking me into bed with Naga by my side. She gave me a kiss on the forehead and whispered,
"Sweet dreams my love."
That was the last time I ever heard her voice.
Now this part I could never forget because even now I still get some nightmares, though not as much as when I was younger. I was sleeping with Naga when all of a sudden, the alarm bell was ringing. I quickly got out of my bed, Naga following right behind me. There were people screaming and I could hear gunshots. It was chaos. The bell was so loud that every time it rang I felt my ears vibrate, the vibration traveled throughout my body. I reached my parents room and what I witnessed would forever be ingrained in my memories no matter how hard you wish you could forget it. The curtains were on the floor looking as if they've been through hell. As my eyes slowly traveled across the room I continued walking deeper into the dark room. I stepped on what I thought to be a spilled drink except it wasn't a drink but the blood of my parents.
The dark crimson suddenly stood out to me much more. There was so much that I could see my own reflection. It was the face of a child who just experienced a nightmare of which they couldn't escape. The fear became an overwhelming weight that would make even the strongest of men fall to their knees. The bodies of my parents were still – I dropped to my own knees, not even paying attention to the blood that was now soaking my night wear. I cried out to them, begging them to wake up and not leave me alone. I don't know how long I stayed that way but it must have been quite a while since it was day light already. I could only imagine how I looked like, a face with red puffy eyes, dried snot clinging to her face along with tear stains. I must have been the ugliest girl here; I couldn't hear anyone else's voice. I wiped my face and felt something slimy on it. I looked down and almost threw up right there. There was blood covering my hands and based on how my feels I could only make a very accurate guess that there was blood covering half my face. I was at a lost as I struggled to get up but then I heard Naga barking and maybe just maybe she found other survivors from my tribe.
I lifted my body up and I can't really feel my legs due to the position that I was in. I slowly move one foot in front of the other and make my way towards Naga. I call out to her "Naga, Naga! Come here girl." My voice is horsed. The sunlight hurts my eyes and once I reach Naga I begin to hear voices. There's the sound of snow crunching near me and immediately I turn around to see a man who looks to me in his mid-20s with long gray-black pulled back into a pony tail. I don't know what to do, my body is frozen and I can't read this guy's face. Naga doesn't seem to like him either since she starts growling at him.
The man's face never wavers only until he bends down to my eye level and slowly lifts his hands up to the snarling dog waiting to see if it will approach him. Naga for a moment is baring her teeth at him, but then it's like a switch just flipped and she begins to lick his hand with delight. I could only stare in wonder and confusion at how at the beginning my guard dog is now reduced to a happy, slobbery puppy all due to the guy sticking his hand out. A looming shadow brings my attention back to reality, the man is saying something but I don't understand what language it is. I can only speak in my native tongue; he soon realizes this and impresses me even more by switching to asking what I first believed was a question.
"What is your name little one?"
His voice was firm but smooth almost similar to when the wind starts to flow. I looked at him for a moment gathering up all the detail that I can before I responded back to him. I cleared my throat and looked down at my feet.
"My name is Korra." I was nervous because I still didn't know what was going on and what this man was doing here. I heard a small chuckle which made me feel a little annoyed. What exactly was so funny about me saying my name, so I looked back up on him and asked him in an obnoxious voice,
"and what is your name huh mister."
He seemed surprised at the way I asked that question and internally I was asked that question and internally I was like humph serves you right, but then there was a genuine smile on his face.
"My name is Zaheer. I want to know how you manage to survive the massacre that took place here." He seemed eager, a bit too eager.
For some reason this man gave me mixed feelings. At first he would seem mysterious and then he would become this guy who acted friendly with a smooth smile.
"I – I survived I think because of my parents protecting me. I survived and they died in my place." I looked away in shame. I heard Zaheer sigh and felt two fingers lift my head up.
"Korra, I need to tell you something…"
I waited with baited breath.
"Your parents' death is due to my actions."
No way is he saying what I think he's saying. "Wha-"
"I killed them." Zaheer said without emotion.
At that point I lost myself. I got up and started to attack Zaheer. My rage was uncontrollable and I was blinded. Zaheer just kept on dodging my attacks while also talking to me about how he killed my parents, unbelievable.
"Korra listen to me your father isn't the nice man that you think he is. He was a secret agent- "
"I don't believe you! Murderer!" I was crying and just began to get even more frustrated with how my punches touched air.
Zaheer grabbed my shoulders and held me steady. He understood my turmoil, but needed to explain the whole story to this feisty little girl. He whispered to me, "hey, listen alright; your father wasn't a good man he killed many people in his line of work. The truth may hurt but reality will turn out to be your friend and your enemy. I know that it is difficult to understand and your frustrations is justified. I want to give you a chance to forget this life that you're living and create a new future with me."
I was very still that one would think I wasn't even breathing. The guy who killed my parents now wants me to live with him. You know it was actually a funny thought but as I began to think about it I found myself not really wanting to be alone. Suddenly the cold stiff hands holding onto my shoulders felt warm and comforting. I was afraid very afraid. I knew I still wasn't ready to fully forgive him for what he did. I looked at Zaheer and gave him a small nod of my head. He let me go and I began to walk back to my home to pack, but Zaheer stopped me.
"You need to learn to let go of earthly desires. All of this is now in the past. Once we reach a small town we'll get you some new clothes."
I didn't voice my opinions and like a robot I simply followed as I was told.
We rendezvoused with his pals on the ship that they took. I didn't know the exact place that we were doing. I was at the back of the ship looking at my former home move farther and farther away from me.
And that's basically how I met Zaheer and my new family. Their job was to assassinate their targets which came from a personal source. Now as part of the gang they teach me everything they know to continue their legacy.
*BOOM*
Footsteps could be heard running quickly. "Boss, boss! She's here man she's gonna kill- "
"QUIET! I know how to deal with assholes so stop being a pussy and man up!" The man yelled behind his desk.
*Gunshots fired*
"Urgkgjgkgj"
The boss man turns around from looking at the window of his facility to find one of his pawns dead with a bullet hole through his head. The dead man's blood started spilling out hf his head. Angered, the boss man yelled out to the hidden shadow,
"Get out here and face me assassin trash. I know all about your kind, how you sue the night to your advantage and become one with the shadows. In the daytime you blend in with ordinary people and then make your mark. You're especially well known with that, Avatar."
A low chuckle erupts into dark doom. A figure jumps down the celling and lands on the desk in front of the man. The boss man jumps back frightened which only amuses the assassin even more.
"I see that you do know me very well, good job. I applaud you of your intelligence. Dino Rovaski." I replied sarcastically.
Dino, the boss man growled from the insult. I bet he was thinking how dare this fucking assassin come in here, kill my men and then act all cocky. He pulled out his 9mm pistol and aimed it at me and pulled the trigger.
Now you might think that at point blank range the bullet would have hit its target, but you're wrong. Luckily, I'm one of the most well-known assassins in the city and each target I receive I execute the mission with a success rate of 100%.
The sound of the trigger was loud and echoed throughout the room. It all happened so suddenly. Dino pulled the trigger and the bullet headed straight towards me but I moved to the right, crouched low to the ground and took out a hidden knife from her boot. I moved behind Dino grabbed his arm that held the gun and positioned it behind his back, plunging the knife into his neck till he stopped struggling. I let his body fall to the ground.
I picked up the phone that was on the desk and took a seat in the same chair that my target was sitting in.
"Hello you've reached the police emergency call center please state your emergency."
I smirked "Yes hello I'd like to report a dead man in the warehouse called misty Oasis."
I let the phone drop without hanging up and began to walk out. I lit a cigarette and whistled a catchy tune. Once I was out of the warehouse I took my cig and let it drop to the floor. Immediately fire lit the grounds traveling all the way into the building and burning it.
"Man, I love my fucking job."
