When is it Enough?
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PROLOGUE
I laid cold and bleeding, surrounded by Triple Threat Triads. The gangsters closed in on me as I laughed mirthlessly at the events that lead me to this situation. And to think it had started with something so simple... Good job Mako... Good job.
Mako laid awake in his bed. He had lost both Korra and Asami due in no small part to his own stupidity. He had tried to have his cake and eat it too, but like all those before him failed miserably. Now he was alone, Bolin having moved out shortly afterward once Mako had allowed his self pity to overtake him.
'Sorry bro, I just can't stand to see you like this. I'm only a block over if you need me.' That is what Bolin had said. Mako knew he had allowed himself to go downhill, but just couldn't find the will to do anything about it. After all, a broken heart needs time to mend. His face was covered in a thick stubble and given a month or two he would have a pretty thick beard. His usually clean cut hair was disheveled and a bit longer than normal. Chief Beifong had found him a job in the records department, as he was in no shape mentally to be a real cop in his condition. He had been brutalizing criminals, letting his anger at his own failings out on them, which lead to his demotion.
All this did was make Mako even more miserable. He got up out of bed and reached under it, feeling for something. He pulled out a medium sized brown box and sat down on the bed with it. It was filled with various nick-knacks and photographs. Some were old pictures of his parents, and some were recent ones of him and Korra and of him and Asami. He gave a heavy sigh as he looked through the old photos, but something outside startled him into dropping the box. The contents spilled out, causing the old pictures, a few old toys, and something else to fall out. Mako looked down and saw an exact replica of the Blue Spirit mask, the one the famous outlaw wore. His father had bought him the mask one day at a carnival and it had been a treasured keepsake. Mako then turned his attention back to the noise which had startled him in the first place.
The firebender looked out his window to the alleyway down below and saw a pair of muggers, brandishing a pair of daggers at a young girl. Mako went to run down to the alley, but tripped over the smiling mask on the floor. He growled, but found himself looking at it intently. Without even thinking he found himself putting it on and continued to rush down stairs, clad only in the mask, a tank-top, and an old pair of sweat pants.
"Come on baby! Just come with us and we'll be real gentle like." One of the thugs said as his larger partner walked ever closer. Suddenly his partner's arm was engulfed in flames, causing him to scream in agony. Suddenly he found himself on the ground, being repeatedly punched in the face by a masked man. The other man tried to help, but received a severely burned leg for his trouble. Once the masked man was done with the larger of the two, he began to mercilessly beat the smaller man. Blood caked the masked man's knuckles as he finally stopped when the other man ceased moving. He looked to the girl to make sure she was okay, then walked down into the alleyway, fading into the shadows.
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