AN: Hi! Sorry, I know that I have to finish those two ATLA fics, but after getting ambushed by a bunch LOK fanfic ideas, I couldn't help but start working on them as well! D: Anyway, enjoy my first LOK fanfic! ;)

After faking being electrocuted, it was easy to take down each of the equalizes by a surprise attack. After a single burst of flame and the ground shattered from a mighty earth bending blow, the Avatar's opponents were lying on the floor, temporarily disabled. Not taking any chances in sticking around, Korra flew up the stairs and burst through the door, getting some air before landing and slightly gliding on the slick, snow covered ground. Amon, her enemy, slowly turned his head, eyes glinting murderously underneath his mask as delicate flakes of snow swiftly passed by.

Before her brain even had time to process the situation, she bent the snow around her into several large icicles and flung them at Amon. Not waiting to find out if she happened to hit him, she fled towards the woods behind her. She quickly bent the snow beneath her feet and slid down the steep slope with ease, gaining enough speed so it would be impossible for her potential captors to catch her. That is, until a stray root firmly gripped her foot and sent the Avatar tumbling down the slope, eventually sliding to a stop. The chill from the cold, wet snow quickly seeped through Korra's skin, then began to gnaw at her bones. She shivered and tried to fight drifting into unconsciousness, but the want for rest was nearly overwhelming. She was about to fade away, but the sound of feet crunching in the snow snapped her back to reality.

"N-Naga?" She managed to slur as she tried to clear her vision.

"Not quite." The haunting voice was right next to her ear. Steel-like arms gently picked her up, and the two were quickly moving back up the mountain.

"AMON!" Korra's icy blue eyes snapped open and she quickly threw a punch at his face, hitting him square in the jaw. Amon shuddered, but otherwise seemed to be unaffected by the Avatar's feeble attempt to escape his grasp. He secured her arms and maintained his steady and quick pace in the snow, acting as if nothing had ever happened. "Let me GO! NOW!" Flame erupted from her mouth, but it was as weak as her previous punch.

"Why would I do that? So you can freeze to death in this blizzard? You should be thanking me for being kind enough to save you."

"You're not here to save me. All you want to do is destroy me so all of the benders will lose hope and eventually be oppressed by monsters like you!" She spat.

"I am not oppressing anyone. The tyrannical benders need to be shown that all they have done to this world will not go unavenged." Amon replied calmly. They were back up at the clearing already. It's now or never, Korra. She reared her head, pulling snow up around Amon's legs. Before he realized what she was doing, the snow clumped together underneath Amon's feet and sent them shooting up twenty feet in the air. Korra nodded approvingly at the makeshift pillar of snow she had created, while a heavy puff of air from Amon's mask revealed his irritation. The chi blockers rushed to the snowy pillar and stared at their leader, unsure what to do.

Korra gave a satisfied smirk at the people down below, then fixed her gaze on Amon. "I'll say this one more time. Let. Me. GO!" She released a puff of flame directly at his eyes. Amon turned his head for a moment, then returned it to its original position. The expression in his eyes was not one of rage, but annoyance. He released her, and a moment after falling, the lieutenant struck her in the side with one of his Kali sticks, sending a numbing yet excruciating pain throughout the Avatar's body as electricity was pumped through every vein. By the time she hit the ground, she was unconscious.

Amon broke free from the snow surrounding his legs and landed on the ground nimbly. He brushed some snow off of his shoulder, clearly irritated with the way events had gone. "Put the Avatar in the back of the truck with the councilman. We need to imprison them before they awake."


With a groan, Korra struggled to sit up. Her body ached everywhere, and it must have been at least a couple days since she had anything to eat or drink. She shivered. The thin mattress she was on hardly separated her body from the freezing, hard floor.

"Welcome to your new home, Avatar." Korra jumped as Amon slowly walked out of the shadows. "Would you like anything to eat or drink?"

Without replying, she leaped to her feet and took a fighting stance, then began to throw fireballs at her enemy. Amon side-stepped each attack as he calmly walked towards Korra. He grabbed her right arm, which was currently flying towards him, pulled it behind her back as he swiftly spun behind her, then pushed her onto the cold floor. She was pinned to the ground by his foot for a moment, then released. Amon walked in front of her and took a relaxed stance with his hands behind his back, as if to say, You are at my mercy-don't try anything stupid.

Korra pushed herself back onto her feet, hot with both embarrassment and annoyance. "Why don't you just take away my bending and be done with it?"

"All I was asking was if you wanted anything to eat or drink. I assume that Tarrlok did not give you the luxury of meals while you were imprisoned by him. Are you hungry?"

Korra continued to glare at him, arms twitching as she restrained herself from trying to attack him again, but said nothing.

"My patience is growing thin. I have better things to do than get the silent treatment from one of my prisoners." Amon walked out of the cell, closed the door behind him, and left. Finally.

Korra curled up on her cot, taking in for the first time what had happened. It all had happened so quickly; one moment Tarrlok was ranting about how she had been the cause of all his problems, and the next she was trying to get away from Amon as fast as she possibly could. I wonder if the others are looking for me… I hope that Amon didn't catch them as well. Man, how do I get out of here before anything bad happens? Right now, she was too exhausted to think. I'll come up with an escape plan as soon I get a bit of sleep…


The sound of approaching footsteps jolted Korra awake. How long have I been sleeping? The indelible mask of Amon appeared in the tiny window of her cell door. He silently opened her door, placed a platter of food next to the wall, closed the door, and left.

She unsteadily stood up, then staggered to the door and peered through the window. Once sure that nobody was watching, she grabbed the platter and stumbled back to her pathetic excuse for a bed. The scent of sea prunes and five flavor soup caused her empty stomach to growl loudly. Of course he'd try to act like he's the good guy and give me nice, hot, water tribe food. There was a note attached to the platter, which piqued the Avatar's curiosity. The hand writing was extremely neat, and obviously from Amon. All it said was "I assumed that you did want something to eat, but were too proud to ask for it. My apologies if I was wrong and that the Avatar does not need such petty things like food and water."

The smugness in the note made her want to hurl, or at least throw the food out of the room to try to make a point. The steam from the soup caught her nose again, and the previous thoughts of rejecting the food were erased as she grabbed the bowl and hungrily slurped down all of food. Her stomach gurgled once again as if to tell her that she disappointingly still had plenty of room left, even after her plate was clean. Still tired, she curled up on the thin mattress and tried to get some more sleep.