Alive

Tonight was the last night.

Tomorrow morning, she was going to be sent into the Games. Twenty-four children came in, only one came out. Who was going to be this years victor?

Korra had a few minor infatuations and crushes back in District Two, but never a serious boyfriend or sweetheart. Her muscles probably drove them all off. Now that she was a tribute, she didn't know if she was going to live or die, yet she never had her first kiss. Hasook was from the same district as her, but they never really got close as friends.

Her mentor, Tarrlok and her had a a few things in common, aside from coming from the same district. Their fathers were former victors, leaving them great shoes to fill. When everyone was around her, Tarrlok was the only person she saw. Everyone saw her as Korra, Tribute of District Two and future victor.

He saw her only as Korra.

Tarrlok was soon in her room. "Hey, so, tomorrow's the big day. Just wanted to wish you best of luck, and don't forget to win."

As he was about to leave the room, Korra placed a hand on his shoulder and found her lips against his. Tarrlok was taken aback by the kiss, but placed a ginger hand on her face.

"I wanted to do that ever since I saw you at my first reaping." She saw her twelve year old self looking at him for the first time.

If she ended up dying in that arena, this was her only chance at love.

She found herself pressed against the wall, kiss after kiss coming at her. If she only knew they tasted this good, she would have kissed him long ago. She felt herself on the bed, blouse unbuttoning almost relieving her breast. Her face flushed as his hands undid her clothes one by one.

Each muscle on his body and arms were sculpted, she could see the outline of his veins. She placed a hand on the scar on his chest. His smug confidence probably hid the horrors that he'd seen in the arena, the same horrors she was going to face tomorrow.

The Games took so much from him. The lack of sobriety from his father, who led Noatak and Tarrlok under his drunken temper, which also led victim to his mother enduring his wrath. Noatak's death, which lead Tarrlok and his family in even darker times.

If only there was a way for the Games to stop… that way, it could stop all this devastation and pain. Devastation and pain that lasted for over seventy years. Seventy years of children being taken away by their families and slain on live television for sick, twisted entertainment.

And together, they were going to find a way to bring the Capitol down from the inside.

Soon, they were bare. Making love as the moon cast a thin light through the window. There were scars. So many scars on this beautiful man's heart.

And she was going to sooth them all one by one.

Tears in both of their eyes. he fell to the side on the bed. She wrapped her arms around him. He placed his fingers on her chin, and kissed her.

"Come back alive."

More tears left her eyes. "I will… I will."