Six feet from the edge…
Screaming reached my ears, destruction spewed across my path. Fires blazed and I could do nothing to stop it. I was a failure, this was my entire fault. If only I hadn't of convinced them…
Stop it, I told myself. There's no use crying over spilled cow-hippo's milk. It's done and over with. Nothing can change the past. Unfortunately, though, this was something that could not be rectified, no matter what happened. Now everything was coming down on me.
I looked over at Asami. Her cheek was bleeding from a cut, a gash on her arm, and multiple bruises forming on various places. She was on my left. To my right lay Mako. He was unconscious with a terrible slash on his stomach. Blood soaked through his shirt and a burn covered much of his face. At least it wasn't bad enough to scar. Still, it was my fault.
And Bolin… Bolin lay at death's door with the few Air Acolytes that were still left. It was all because of me that he had gotten in front of the Lieutenant, consequently being stabbed and electrocuted. That was meant for me, not him. It should have been me. And now his sacrifice was all for nothing, because…
Because here I was, kneeling and helpless, in front of Amon.
In front of Amon, as Republic City burned around me, my bending about to be taken away.
I was so pathetic.
And then, the hand descended down upon my head, his thumb pressed tightly to my forehead. In that moment, I felt something being ripped from my very soul. It hurt like nothing had ever hurt before and I could just barely register Asami screaming from her knees, screaming for the monster to stop, for Amon to stop.
But it was too late.
I failed.
A/N- I really have no idea where this came from. All I know is that I had it in my mind and had to get it up before the finale. Anyways, should I continue it? I've got a plot forming in my head, but I don't know if it's worth it, considering we're so close and everything…
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