AN: Thanks to the Amorra fanbase I've finally gotten into the ever so taboo couple. Not surprising since I adore bad guys and it seems masked villains are my weakness. Anyway, I'll point this out now, this is AU.
As much as I'd love for this to be real and such, it's not. Of course, there will be some hints of all the episodes here and there but it won't follow what might come in episode ten that's coming out June 23rd. Please bare that in mind. Rated T for now but that will hopefully change as things progress.
One last thing I must say is thank you! Thanks to all the Amorra lovers because without you guys and your fanfictions and videos on YT I would have never fallen in love with this pairing. Also I will say that the title is a work in progress. *Fails with titles*
So, enjoy my fellow Amorra lovers.
Silence and darkness. That's what everything came down to, no glory or victory. Just silence and darkness.
At first, everything was going smoothly; the equalists were backing away, fleeing even. But like everything else, something happened. Amon happened.
In just seconds, everything flip-flopped. Now the equalists were pushing back the benders. Slowly and painfully one by one everyone fell. Knocked out, but their fates sealed the minute their eyes closed. However, up till the very end, the young Avatar held her ground. Well, for as long as she was able to. But just like her friends, she was brought to her knees.
Thick electrical whips wrapped themselves painfully around both arms, her head low from the previous electrical jolt she received trying to break free.
Everything was silent, the remaining benders, the equalists, and even the Avatar.
Like thunder breaking through a peaceful lull, somewhere around the avatar someone clapped. With rage and anger flickering through the young Avatar's dark sapphire colored eyes, she lifted her head. What she saw sent a chill up her spine. Amon.
Slowly, just like in the movies, Amon approached the captured Avatar, his permanent smirk feeling ever so mocking and triumphant, more so than it ever had. The chilling sensation increased as the winds flooded the open area, blowing everything that wasn't tied down. Loose strands of thick brown hair blew across the furious and spirited young woman's face. Even if those strands blocked her view for only a second, it failed to stop her from visualizing… him.
Every step he took set her into a panic, a hidden panic. Korra just kept up her appearance, her rebellious, persistent, and strong appearance. Gritting her pearly white teeth together, she stayed in her place, rage building inside her stomach like a forest fire.
Now, in just seconds, Amon's stoic mask was leering down at the young Avatar. Defeat was inevitable, a sickening reality. A horrible reality.
"It seems young Avatar, that your plan has failed." His deep, baritone voiced mocked, or gloated. It was hard to tell at this point with rage and fury constantly building and building.
And then out of the blue, he knelt down to her level gripping her face with his hand. Blue eyes met brown eyes for the second time. Struggling was useless; the Avatar knew this, begrudgingly so.
However it didn't mean she wouldn't keep trying until she succeeded. Childishly and spitefully the dark young woman spat at his mask, words weren't needed to convey her feelings for him.
His cool demeanor broke as he gripped her chin even tighter than before. Faintly, his white hand grew even whiter with the effort. Her resolve broke that very moment. Her rebellious face cracked in pain. He had won.
"It seems you still lack manners, Avatar." He growled while his eyes bore into her's .Without another word, his fingers let go of her chin just as he began to rise.
Turning his head to the side, Amon directed his attention to one of his people. "Take her down to the cells." His deep voice boomed. His eyes slowly shifted down at his captive. "Do not underestimate her a second time, lieutenant."
"Yes Sir!" A nod was all that was given afterwards and the Avatar felt herself being pulled up the by whips. Scowling in fury the only thing she could do was glare into that mocking white mask. If anything her current thoughts were deviating towards burning that thing off along with his face.
"Move along, Avatar." One man hissed through his teeth as he shoved the young woman forward. She could only begrudgingly comply. Her soft fur lined boots made contact with the stone roads as she made her way towards the large metal truck. However, before she even made it there, she walked right next to Amon.
In that moment she snapped her head to the side. "This is not over Amon." Chuckling every so smugly, he waved her little threat away.
"Oh but young Avatar, it is over for you and all benders." And just like that, she was pushed forward and into a large metal truck. Her restraints were now the wires that had been on each of her arms. Oh so similar to snakes, they wrapped around both her arms and bound them together, same could be said for her feet as well. There was no escape this time. No rescue, absolutely nothing to save her from… him.
Silence and Darkness, that's what everything had come down to. The benders failed and now everyone's fate was to be decided by that masked monster.
From the outside, the equalists could hear the avatar's feet slamming viciously against the side of the truck. One lucky hit made the metal warp and become a footprint in testament to her unbridling strength and fury.
"When I get out of her Amon you'll be sorry!" She shrieked in rage as Amon watched the truck plow through the streets.
Undiscovered and unseen, Amon smirked underneath his mask in victory.