Hey everyone. As promised, the new crossover that I've been thinking about. Okay. There will be a brief prologue but it will eventually become a full story when I get around to any avatar and/or LoK readers, I would strongly recommend that you go on my profile and read my two previous stories because it's the only way that any of this will make any sense. Read, "Cyclonian Public Enemies" and "Honorable Intensions, Dishonorable Deeds", (in that order). I apologize for any inconvinience, blah blah blah. Korra doesn't belong to me, but Johnathon and the creepy bush people do. Please review.


Chapter 1

Korra

Korra woke up in a deep stretch. The steady motion of Naga's rythmic breathing helped her sleep soundly the previous night. The past few weeks were terrible. She hadn't seen Mako or Bolin in weeks. Korra looked around the cave entrance that they were using as shelter. She then shifted her gaze to the boy fast asleep on Naga's chest. Korra stood up and put on her coat and went to the opening of the cave. The cave sat upon the flat side of a cliff that overlooked a dirt road.

"Sleep well?" asked the boy, who joined Korra at the entrence of the cave. His features and cloths could be seen much more clearly not that he was in better lighting. He was slightly taller than her. He had white skin, brown hair that was cut in a well kept military fashion. He wore a black pea coat, camoflauge pants, black combat boots, and black fingerless gloves covered his hands. Korra swept him into a friendly hug and walked with him back to Naga. They sat down near the remnents of a fire, and Korra sent fire from her fingertips into the pit. "You still didn't answer my question Korra." said the boy.

"Yes Johnathon. I slept well. You?" responded Korra. The boy got up and took a black back pack off of Naga's saddle. He then walked back to Korra and sat next her. They scooted close to each other as a large gust of cold air blew into the cave.

"Well, it would have been better if I could actually sleep every night." said Johnathon, brushing some dust off of his coat. Korra took Johnathon's pack and unzipped it and pulled out a piece of fish wrapped in paper. Johnathon looked around in the cave and found a long stick. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade knife. After sharpening the stick, he held it steady while Korra scewered the fish onto it, and roasted it on the fire.

After a quick breakfast of fish, Korra and Johnathon set off for Republic City. Korra rode on Naga's back while maintaining a walking pace so that Johnathon could keep up on foot. The sky was a depressing gray. Thunder could be heard in the distance.

"So, how 'bout this freak weather, huh'?" asked Johnathon. Korra kind of looked all around.

"It's kind of pretty, if you like gray." said Korra, smiling a little. Johnathon mildly laughed.

"Yeah, it is alittle depressing out here isn't it?" said Johnathon, scratching the back of is head. They continued walking in silence when Korra spoke up.

"So, how did you get all the way out here. I kinda thought that the pathway to master Tenzin's island was unkown to most people." said Korra.

"Well, I'm not most people, am I?" asked Johnathon. Korra's mind hung on this statement, and she eyed Johnathon with mild suspicion. This is how it had been ever since she found this boy. Everything about him spelled strange. His cloths were like nothing she had ever seen before, but that wasn't much reason to be very cautious around him. His mannerisms were, for the most part, polite, however, they did get to a morbid state at times. For instance, two days before when they had run into a merchant for the fish, Johnathon threatened a harmless man who had been tailing behind them for, well, ever since Korra had met Johnathon. Johnathon was describing a whole manner of morbid scenarios in which they could, as he put it, "take care" of the "presidential filth". However, when Korra asked Johnathon what he meant, Johnathon's mood immediately switched from seriousness to a sort of happy and jovial kind of mood. This however, was nothing compared to when Korra first found Johnathon.

On a bright sunny day when she was journeying back from Tenzin's island, she found Johnathon in the trees. He appeared at first to have two fingers up to one of his ears and talking to thin air. Who or what ever he was talking to seemed to be answering back to him and all around him there were shimmers in the air, almost as if there were imbalances in the temperature. At first, this both disturbed and intrigued Korra, but when she got closer, she only found Johnathon, with his black back pack in hand. Upon seeing her, Johnathon politely asked who she was and where she was going. Upon the mere mention of Republic City, Johnathon seemed so interested to accompany her. Korra, seeing nothing wrong with having someone to talk to on her way back to Republic City, obliged and here they were. Two ordanary teenagers who had nothing to hide from one another. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Korra still hadn't informed her new "friend" that she was the avatar, but, if he had another little outburst like the one at the fish merchant, she felt that action may have to be taken.


Johnathon's Personal Diary:

I have to say that this girl Korra is very nice, and very beautiful. Although, every time I think of her, all I can see is Jordan. Maybe, I should start from the beginning. In the months after I trained Kai Everett, I persued my missing sisters and mother. However, I recieved many intelligence reports that my mother and one of my sisters had been killed while they were imprisoned, I clung to the hope that I could still save my last sister. The youngest form of my bloodline had been sold into slavery and pressganged into the service of the Colonel. Despite the fact that it was far better than being sold into slavery to another Cyclonain, or into the Sky Knight Hypocarcy, I still persued her. When I confronted the Colonel, he explained everything to me. He understood that being pressganged into someone's personal service may sound disgusting, but he was only having my little sister run numbers for him, and acting as her father figure. He told me that he was looking for an heir to his criminal empire. For someone to watch over everything that he had spent his whole life building. My sister also became quite found of the man, she didn't want to go. I, being no where near level headed, allowed her to stay with the Colonel. Now that I think about it, it was the stupidest descision I've ever made in my life, but it was the right one. People were hunting me, and I knew that the Colonel was well enough connected to keep my sister, Rielly, safe from anything that was coming after her.

That was only the first of many tragedies that were going to make my life a living hell. After allowing my sister to stay with the Colonel, against my father's wishes, he in turn died of cancer. My twin brother, Edward and our older brother Patrick, all had to watch as our father died in a hospital bed, praying his last words to God. We were speechless. I was affected the most because I am an assassin, like my father before me. I was one of the many protectors of Atmos and all of the Preditorian Empire. My father was made the head of the field operations of this hidden order. His dying wish was for me, the only son to ever have a personality so twisted as to follow in his footsteps, to take the reins and become the head of the Order. I led only a small squad of highly specialized commandoes at the time. Stepping up and taking the reins of an entire Assassin Order was something out of a different demension.

Funny, different dimensions, not unlike where I find myself at the moment. You're probably wondering how I got to this world. Well I'll tell you. When the short war with Cyclonia finally reached its bloody end, the Preditorian Empire, my homeland, took what was left of Cyclonis's "magical door to the far side" and covered it up. Then, they used it for interdimensional research. They didn't need to wait long, because after only a few short weeks of harvesting enough power to get the crystal to work, the sientists dicovered a pathway to this world. A world without any Sky Knights, Cyclonains, or even PFE for that matter. It almost seemed too good to be true. My team, Commando Squad 06309, plus a few other Hashshashin squads and agents, were sent along with an entire battalion and armored division of the Preditorian military. When we arrived, we were stunned. At first it started terribly. All of us were loaded on a single cruiser, the Preditorian Imperial Navy Battle Cruiser (PINBC) Shadow of Malevolence, which crashed in The Divide. There, we lived in complete hell. Beasts around every corner, men dying of a curious sickness, and worst of all, the fire benders. Yes, we were here when the Great War was still in bloom. It was a few weeks after that that I met, an fought along side, Avatar Aang. Now don't think that I've been living forever, because you would be wrong. Patience is the key, and my mind has many locked doors that I often hesitate to open.

I will tell more of my past later. Right now, there's work to be done. A man is here, and he openly slaughtered Jordan Bagg, the love of my life, right in front of me. This man, General James Robertson, he and I have a score to settle. I will never stop hunting him. My name is Johnathon Porter Junior, I have deovted my entire seventeen years of existence to the deadly arts, and General Robertson, along with all of those who follow a Preditorian "President" are going to remember what I have done to them for centuries to come.


Third Person POV:

Johnathon, no matter how hard he tried, could not take his eyes off of Korra. She eventually noticed and became quite uneasy of his piercing brown eyes. She tried waving her arms to get his attention but that didn't help. Johnathon appeared to be in a trance.

"Hey! What are you looking at me like that for?" said Korra. This knocked Johnathon out of his trance.

"Oh! Sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel, uncomfortable." said Johnathon, now looking at his boots.

"Well, is something wrong?" asked Korra.

"No, no. Everything's fine. Um, listen. I know that this question is going to be coming out of nowhere, but, do you know who the new avatar is?" asked Johnathon. This immediately gave Korra a bad vibe. Normally, she would have taken pride in her title as avatar, but she just met this guy in the woods, talking to himself. He also seemed to be constantly paranoid, always looking over his shoulder. He just didn't sit well with Korra and she chose to lie.

"No, I don't. I heard that he's from the water tribe though." said Korra, looking in the trees. Johnathon's piercing brown eyes were on her again, as if she sensed that she was lying. Johnathon then just shrugged his shoulders and continued to look on the road ahead. They tavelled like this in complete silence for the rest of the day. When night fall finally came, Korra started to set up camp in the woods, even after Johnathon's immense amounts of protest.

"Look, all I'm saying is that if we are being followed, and I'm not saying we are; but, if we are being followed, we would be completely exposed." said Johnathon, looking over his shoulders again. Korra looked upon him as if he were insane. "I'm not crazy." said Johnathon, without even turning his head to face her. Korra rolled her eyes and continued to set up camp.

"Well, how much safer do you think we would be in a cave, where there's only one way in and one way out?" asked Korra. Johnathon stopped to think about this. After mulling it over in his head, and refusing to give in to the fact that he may in fact be wrong, he solemly agreed to camp in the woods. Not after quite a bit of comments from Korra however. When everything was set up, dusk was falling. Johnathon began to rip branches off of the trees and Korra firebent the wood to have a roaring camp fire. Korra noticed that Johnathon had a very suspicious look on his face. He always had it everytime she use her fire bending. "What?"

"Nothing, it's just... nevermind." said Johnathon.

"No, you can be honest. What's wrong?" asked Korra.

"You must travel a lot right?" asked Johnathon. "I mean, it's not everyday you see a fire bender this far away from the fire nation, with polar water tribe clothing. Your family must be rich." said Johnathon, now sitting down next to Korra. Korra froze briefly and tried to work the lie.

"Yeah, um. My mom and dad were explorers, and adventurures." said Korra, hoping Johnathon would buy it.

"Really, what happened to them?" asked Johnathon. Johnathon's mood had done one of its switches again. He was a nice perosn before, but now it felt like he's going to do something insane. Korra was getting ready to roast Johnathon to a crisp with a fire blast if he tried anything on her. She stood up as she felt her hands begin to heat up, tapping her foot on the ground to see what Johnathon's form was doing through the vibrations in the ground. She was ready.

"It's personal." said Korra flatly. Johnathon sighed. Korra walked over to Naga and picked up what was left of the fish. When she turned around, Johnathon was right in front of her. Korra semi- screamed and jumped, loosing her balance one of Naga's straps. Johnathon reached out and caught her by the hem of her coat with lightning reflexes. Korra stayed there for a bit wondering what just happened. "How did you do that?" she asked, a small amout of uncertainty in her voice.

"Simple, I'm magic." said Johnathon pulling her up and yanking her close by the scruff of her coat. Korra raised her hands, about to torch Johnathon's head, when he caught them and pinned her to the nearest tree. Naga took notice and got up next to Johnathon and growled next to his face. "Both of you, shhh!" said Johnathon. They all quieted down for a minute and they could hear rustling in the forest all around them. Every so often they would hear a medium sort of scuffling and it would die down. Johnathon began to silently count between when he heard the loudest scuffle, when it died down, and when it quietly started up agian.

"What are you-" Korra was immediately shushed by Korra just before everything died down and it was dead quiet. He slowly turned back to Korra, the random pops of the fire making the only sound now. He put his mouth to her ear and began to whisper.

"We're not alone." whispered Johnathon.

"What makes you say that?" asked Korra.

"The shuffling. Didn't you hear it?" asked Johnathon.

"Yes, and it was probably an animal." Johnathon immediately shook his head.

"No, those are soldiers. Patterns sounded like rangers, we have to get out of here now." said Johnathon, letting go of Korra and starting to pack his things up.

"Wait, what are rangers?" asked Korra, Johnathon immediately stood back up.

"Please, Korra there's no time. I promise a full explanation later but now isn't the time." said Johnathon, grabbing Korra's water pouch and pouring it on the fire. The mild light of the moon was the only source of light now. Korra got all of her things on Naga and stuck her hand out for Johnathon. He grasped it and was hauled on. Just then a figure jumped up from the ground behind them. He appeared to be covered in bushes and twigs.

"STOP RIGHT THERE! DON'T MOVE!" a male voice shouted. More and more of these identical figures seemed to be coming off of the ground. The weapons that they were holding were like nothing Korra had ever seen. They looked like clubs that were being held with one end against their shoulders and the other pointed towards the two of them. Johnathon didn't waste any time and wrapped his arms around Korra waist.

"GO!" he shouted. Korra, stunned to actually be wrong, snapped Naga's riens and the were off. The next few seconds were filled with loud bangs and pops. The sound of pebbles bouncing off of the ground and the trees could be heard all around them. Eventually, Korra heard a different sort of noise, followed by Johnathon burrying his face into her shoulder, screaming in agony. Slowing down slightly Korra looked to the boy behind her.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing, I'm fine. Just keep moving!" shouted Johnathon. Korra could feel something warm trickling down the side of her neck. When she ignored the sounds of Naga's heavy breathing, and the ringing in her ears from all of the loud noises, she heard a mixture of grunts and sobbs coming from Johnathon.

"Are you sure you're okay?" asked Korra, slowing Naga down to a steady jog.

"No, I'm not. How far is it to Republic City?" asked Johnathon.

"We shoul get there tomorrow if we keep going." said Korra. "Why, are you hurt?"

"Yeah, I need to stop." said Johnathon, Korra noticed his grip slowly starting to loosen. When Korra pulled Naga to hault Johnathon fell off and went unconscious.


Well, that's a wrap for chapter one. My loyal Storm Hawks readers, thanks as always. Please review.