Title: Inceptum Finis
Summary: [Mako can't do anything. He can only watch as everything is taken away from her. He can't do anything.]

Latin; ("beginning of the end")

Note: This is a spiritual prequel to my other fic "The Heat is Upon Them" this does not mean you have to read it to understand, facts will vary as this drabble collection continues.

-Inceptum Finis-
-6/21/12-

-.-

Move, body.

His limbs shake, struggling to move but they won't heed his command. Something is coursing through him, a sharp pain running in his veins, turning them cold and making his body useless. He stares up, looking into Korra's eyes as she looks back at him, terrified. More terrified than anything he's ever seen.

Move, he says again. Get up.

But he can't, can't move, can't bend, only watch as Amon walks up to Korra and places his hand on her neck. Mako lurches forward, trying to get to her, get her away from that monster that's about to take everything from her, take everything away from him. And he screams her name, course and raw in his throat, because that's all he can do right now, all he can do as he struggles to rise and fight but his limbs are useless and will not move. Korra screams as well, his eyes shoot up, staring at her as her voice echoes throughout the room and she shuts her eyes tight as Amon places his thumb to her forehead. Pressing down, driving into her skin.

"You will be cleansed of your burden, Avatar." Amon says through the mask, his voice deep and emotionless, his brown eyes flicker. Mako stares ahead, fixed and frozen in his bones, not taking his eyes off of Korra for a single second.

Suddenly Korra's eyes shoot open and pure white light pours from them. Stretching to the sky, shining so bright, almost to the point of blinding him. He turns his head and shuts his eyes but the light can still reach him and it burns into his eyelids. Heavy and hot against the glow.

He groans, eyes tightening on his lids as he lifts his head back towards her. Through the light, he can still see Amon standing behind her, his hands still on her and Mako opens his mouth, ready to scream-

Then the white light fades in an instant and Mako's voice is cut off as Korra's head falls back, limp and heavy like a rag-doll. Amon stares down, releases his hands from her and steps back.

She falls to the ground with a heavy dull thud.

He feels like the world has collapsed.

-Fin-