Hollaa I've been watching Korra for the past few months and I've read sooooo many good fan fictions! So I've been craving to write one, however I didn't want mine to be like all the others. I know a lot of people like Amon and Korra, personally that's my favorite pairing. Though this is not a Amorra, but a Amon x OC. I know it's different but I do hope you guys like it!
Plot: The Avatar has not yet come of age to fight against Amon so now someone else has to. This person is an extremely skilled bender but has also been trained in hand to hand combat since birth. Chief Beifong has recruited this mystery person, hoping that they could help take down Amon considering they heard many things about this bender. Amon thinks that this will be an easy target to take down, but he soon learns that its easier said than done.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from LOK, even Amon *sniffles*.
Chapter One: Two of The Same
"They are coming tonight by boat." The chi blocker reported "Shall we intercept and bring them to you?"
"No." Was the cold clipped response from the equalist leader "I'll be going myself."
With an obedient nod they left Amon in his private study. He gazed into the fireplace absently, the bright flames making his mask seem almost demonic. His thoughts were on the new addition to Republic City's police force. It was pathetic really, they honestly thought by getting another flashy bender that they would even have a chance of beating him? Oh, he was going to enjoy the moment when he took away her bending.
Despite having infiltrated the governments file on the woman he found nothing helpful. No background to speak of, no experience, no age, nothing. They were learning, something like this would have definitely been on record before. They must have finally found out he had access there, and pretty much everywhere as well. Amon was a powerful man with powerful words and threats, there was absolutely nothing he couldn't know or find out.
Amon knew never to underestimate and opponent, so he would have his guard up until he found out the true potential of this bender. He pictured her to be around Beifong's age, with much expertise and skill under her belt. He would have her parade around the people to give them some hope. After a little while he would then humiliate here in front of everyone by taking her bending away and then most likely kill her. He wanted to show the bending community that no matter what they did, bending would be cleansed.
After a few more moments Amon gathered up his thoughts and left. Snow fell lightly over Republic City and the wind blew violently. The coldness had no effect on Amon as he swiftly traveled throughout the shadows of the great city. His footsteps were soundless and barely left a trace on the newly fallen snow.
He was like a phantom, someone who didn't exist, but did.
He thrived on the fear of the benders, they deserved to be punished for what they do. No one should have power over others, who decided that they should be the superior ones? Amon would achieve his goal of equality at any cost, and no bender would get in his way.
Some minutes later Amon made it to the pier and waited in the dark attentively. There was already a Satomobile there so the boat should be arriving soon. Another ten minutes went by before he saw the boat come into view. The feeling of what could only be described at excitement pulsed through Amon. He wondered if she would be a challenge for him, hopefully she was, winning to easily tended to get boring sometimes.
When the door creaked open a lone figure came out clad in all black with a hooded cloak covering there face. He studied her graceful walk and strong yet curved physique. The woman walked over to the Satomobile and a figured stepped out of it and opened the door for her. However, instead of accepting it she put up a pale hand and shook her head. The person looked skeptical but gave the older woman directions to the police headquarters.
The Satomobile drove off leaving the woman alone in the stinging wind and bitter cold. The bender started walking where she was instructed and Amon carefully followed her. Maybe this would be easier than he thought, all he was going to do was shake her up a little bit. Make her rethink coming her and giving her the chance to back down.
As he kept following her he noticed that she wasn't going the right way. They were in a darker part of town and when he rounded the corner she was gone. Amon cursed to himself and automatically fell into a defensive position. He became to over confident and didn't bother to look where they were going. No matter, this little game would be over soon enough. Amon glanced quickly around and still saw nothing so he listened in intently.
A soft shuffle to his right alerted his attention and he saw the bender jump out from a nearby doorway. Amon was just able to miss their surprisingly fast blow. His eyebrows arched up in confusion, why had her first attempt to attack him been a physical strike, wasn't she a bender?
Not losing stride she twisted around in a flash and sent a kick to his shoulder which unexpectedly connected. Pain jolted his right shoulder but he ignored it and began his own assault. Directly after Amon threw a quick punch at her while she was just getting her footing back. Yet she expected that and fell into a crouch, effectively dodging it.
Surprise wasn't a good quality on Amon, he hated surprises more than anything else. This woman was suppose to be a bender so why wasn't she bending? Also Amon noticed how agile and fluid she was, almost as good as him. They sparred with each other for a few minutes before he landed a solid hard kick to her stomach which sent her flying back.
If it was any other person he would have let them get back up, but he didn't trust this women. So he advanced toward her then grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly yanked her up and pinned her against the stone building. However when he finally saw her face, the world stopped.
Beauty.
Pure beauty was all the great equalist leader could register. She was not the older woman that he had thought she was. No, this woman was just barely a woman, looking no older than her early twenties. Her eyes were an electric blue framed with long dark eye lashes, which didn't hold fear or hatred like his enemies usually did. They were guarded and wary, betraying no emotion of what she truly felt. Her skin was even paler in contrast to her raven black hair which felt like silken cloth underneath his fingers.
"What? Where you expecting someone old and wise?" The girl asked curiously.
Her voice snapped him out of his trance and he smirked behind his mask "Actually yes," Amon spoke "I didn't know they would put their faith in a child."
A hint of anger flashed on her face for the briefest moment, which sent a strange thrill through Amon.
"Yeah, a child that managed to land more blows on you than all the people in Republic city combined." She retorted calmly with a slight smirk.
"How do you know I wasn't going easy on you?" He questioned darkly, he's eye's
looking directly into hers.
"How do you know I wasn't going easy on (you)" She countered back.
Amon couldn't fight a small smirk that slid across his features, this girl was quick. She was also giving him to many surprises, and he didn't like that at all. He also hated the fact that she was so collected and reminded him to much of himself. Usually everyone shook in his presence, never able to look directly in his eyes for to long. But this girl, this insignificant little girl didn't even bat and eye as she kept his steady gaze.
"Well if you were then you wouldn't be in this predicament." Amon said calmly as he tightened his grip on her throat considerably, her face slowly turning red. She made no attempt to fight back , Amon clenched his teeth in anger as he crushed her throat harder and pushed her higher up in the wall.
Then seconds later he was engulfed in flames and the heat hugged his body. Letting her go he backed away into a crouched position, checking himself briefly for any sign of damage. He looked at the girl and saw that she was doubled over and grasping for air.
He watched her curiously and noticed the dark bruises already forming around her neck. Amon took notice of how bright her eye's seemed to be and that her face was slowly turning back into the pale white it had been before.
"You..know...Amon." She said between pants "I'm..not afraid..of..you."
His eyebrows arched and his lips twitched slightly at her comment. "Oh really?" He questioned and walked over to her before crouching down again, that way he was eye level with her.
"Yes," She stated "I've meet many men like you in my life, your all the same, and like those men Amon, I will kill you..."
Amon stopped breathing for half a breath as he looked into her cold blue eye's. They were not the guarded ones from before, not at all, they were now burning with determination. Not wanting to show any type of pause or uncertainty Amon reached out and grabbed her chin, pulling her roughly toward him. She stumbled awkwardly and she supported herself upright with his crouched knee's. Amon held in a groan when she did that, her hands were like hot irons against his thighs. He brought his face right up to hers so that their foreheads were touching and he was looking directly into her eye's.
"Good luck with that." Amon said as he untangled himself from her and swiftly left her alone on the cold wet ground. He turned his back to her which was something he was never suppose to do. But he had a feeling she wasn't the type of person to attack someone with their back turned. What he could tell from this girl was that she fought in a very honorable way, which is why she didn't use bending on him.
That went against what he thought about benders, using their ability to best non benders in fights. She only used it when she was on the verge of passing out and having extreme internal damage. Even then she didn't aim the fire at him, only on the side off him to throw him off which was why he didn't have any burn marks in his clothing. Amon also noticed he had yet to know her name, pausing in the alleyway he looked back.
Surprisingly.
She was already gone.
Amon shook his head as he tried to wipe the small smile that crawled onto his face. He made his way back to his base underground and entered his private quarters with a sigh. So much he had learned about this girl, so much more than she probably knew. Amon now knew why she had declined the ride, because she knew he would be there. He realized that she wasn't some naive child, but an intelligent woman who was able to predict the motives of her enemy.
He would be wary.
He would not be fooled by her young innocence and handle her more shrewdly next time they met. This girl would learn to fear him, learn to shrink every time she heard his name and shudder every time she heard his voice. He would break that steady gaze of hers and make her beg to not look into his eye's any longer.
Amon stretched as he made his way to his bed. He usually wasn't a tired person but after his meeting with the new 'hero' it had taken a lot out of him. He wasn't use to going up against a person as good her. Yes Amon was far better at hand to hand combat than she was, but she was still good enough that she challenged him. He could still see her lithe movements as they fought against eachother. Actually now that he thought about it they really weren't really fighting, they were just testing the waters with one another. It was more of playing tag than anything else, a little tussle you could say. But it was a very
graceful tussle, the people who trained her were very good, and she must have started at a very young age.
Amon then slipped into bed and instantly felt relaxed. Just before he fell asleep though, a pair of fiery blue eye's appeared.
"I will kill you"
Hey! I really hope you guys liked it! It will probably be in the girls POV next ! Please R&R and tell me how you like it ! I need two to continue!