A/N : Hi guys, fellow readers and Amon enthusiasts, I hope you will be pleased with my realization of Amon. The rest of these chapters I will try to keep short and concise because it helps me craft a more interesting and engaging read. I couldn't particularly wait to write this next chapter, as I have a tendency to lose my idea's. So here it is, please please and pretty please leave a comment, review, critique, anything you like. I'm always lookin for new ideas :D This next chapter revolves around Korra and what's happened while Amon was gone! Enjoy
*DONG*...*DONG*...*DONG*...
The customary funeral bells rang on, as a mass congregation proceeded. Unlike regular bells however, these tolled in a high-pitch frequency, hand-crafted by ancient northern water tribesmen who painstakingly carved them out of ice.
They used to signify the passing of a very special person, usually royalty, but in this modern day and age they rung for a man of high status. A man like Tarlokk. He was found dead along with the wanted fugitive Amon adrift at sea. Most speculations had agreed that Amon had kidnapped Tarlokk for another plot, but somehow their ship exploded in what was a battle for survival.
Miraculously, both bodies remained intact, although the criminal Amon had lost any recognizable features. His corpse was found 'equalized' mangled, as if partially eaten, and sustained a degree of water damage much higher than Tarlokk's remains strangely. The coroner had a tough time stitching back pieces of flesh and sinew to its rightful place.
The toughest part of all was remodeling the skin on Amon, as he had sustained murderous 3rd-degree burns to his entire body. Embalming fluid seemed to escape his tortured corpse and oozed out his entrails as well as from every pore in his body.
A giant man of water-tribe nobility boldly strode to take the podium as all halted and sat in the great funeral hall of the Northern Water Tribe.
"Fellow benders, non-benders, ladies, and gentleman, we are gathered here today to mourn the passing of Tarlokk, Councilman to the majesty that is Republic City..."
Hmph Good Riddance. To the both of them.
Korra's negligible thought rang like a buzzard-wasp throughout her mind and body. While she heard the man talk at the podium, she noticed he only spoke about Tarlokk, and for good reason. After his deceit was revealed, Amon's movement disenfranchised itself in disgust at what they were led by.
Who Could Blame Them? Thought Korra to herself, They were both manipulating freaks who frankly, got what they deserved.
The past month had been nothing short of a living hell. She lived in constant terror that Amon would come back to finish the job, and possibly take more than her bending away... Although she received a security retinue of 10 metal benders, and was protected by every Air acolyte in the city while at Air Temple Island, she never truly felt safe.
She turned to her left, quietly whispering in Tenzin's ear
"Why do we have to be here? Shouldn't we be happy he's dead? I mean, the war is over! That asshole is gone...for good!"
She got a little bit too excited and received multiple death stares from the crowd around her. She replied with a sheepish grin and stretched her arm behind her back in embarrassment.
Tenzin furrowed his brow as he usually did when he was confronted with Korra's oblivious stupidity.
" *sigh* Please Korra, you mustn't use such language, especially at such an occasion! If you did not remember, this ceremony is for Tarlokk, a man who by all means still has remained true to the cause of the common people. Why Amon is here is beyond me, but show your respect to the dead."
Korra sighed to herself, it was useless, she was stuck here watching what should in her mind be a grand celebration.
She was irked and felt her body grow hot with anger
Of course she knew why Amon was here, or rather...Noatak. Him and Tarlokk were blood-brothers, both blood bending bastards who did untold damage and while she hated both of them, she did pity Tarlokk's unfortunate fate.
Only her and Mako knew the truth about their link, and she dared not tell anyone else, lest whatever honor and faith that was left in Tarlokk's death be dissipated. She knew she was a hard-ass, and would never forgive Amon but she understood why she was in attendance and realized that Tarlokk, in the end, was only trying to help.
Mako sensed frustration from the girl next to him, and raised and lowered his arm around her to provide comfort and solitude.
Korra resigned herself to the arm of her...Friend? Boyfriend? Whatever they were now, she could confide in him, and they had a mutual respect and... love. For each other.
As nightfall set in, Korra exited her specially appointed residence and arched her back and stretched down to return the feelings to her lax leg muscles. Sitting all day in that hall had done a number on her, and she rotated her neck and yawned out into the gorgeous desolate landscape, her head, however, seemed to wander back to the hall of the dead.
With an exacerbated exhale, she decided she needed to go examine the burial site that she had detested so much.
Wandering aimlessly into the grand hall, she came upon the newest additions to its collection. Korra noticed for the first time that there was no splendor or expense withheld for Tarlokk's mighty sarcophagus. It was encrusted with paintings and carvings of Republic City and an image of him sitting at a semi-lunar table. In the finer details, she could make out Tarlokk standing and beating his gavel, passing his judgement and justice on the city.
Finally she walked over to the measly pittance of a coffin, crafted completely of obsidian, next to his.
This place and that coffin are too good for such a lowly shit as you
Never had she thought that she was capable of hating something so much with every inch of her existence. The countless hours of terror, hurt, and pain that he had caused her directly and indirectly had haunted her. Until now. A wave of relief seemed to course through Korra at that very moment.
Suddenly, she stumbled backwards in fright and instinctively raised her fore arms in defense as the coffin seemed to tremble for a moment ever so slightly.
HOLY SHIT...Did it just...move!
She dropped her defense and regained her composure, a calmness setting in her face.
Korra squinted around to make sure no one was in sight, and slowly moved closer to the coffin to examine it in further detail. Her radiant blue eyes scanned the surface as she calmly placed a quiescent hand over the lid.
Well, lets hope curiosity doesn't kill the cat...
She tried budging the lid with her one hand but it resisted. She then put her entire body behind the movement, flexing her arms and pushing with the soles of her feet and her hips to finally grind the lid across.
At first, Korra was too scared to peer in, realizing this was a terrible idea, while all of her trepidation and horror flooded back into her. She took a step back and raised her arms to her chest in self-protection, her face taking on a mask of grimace and horror.
Eventually she got over herself and risked it.
She took three steps forward and peered into the coffin. However she couldn't distinguish anything as it seemed to radiate a cimmerian gloom that hid its contents.
Korra quickly dispelled this darkness with a quick burst of flame from her fingers. She stared willingly into the void... finally noticing a shape.
Almost without warning, Korra was blasted back onto the cold densely packed snow, the impact and shock of which bruised her cheekbone as some mis-shapen 'thing' spastically erupted from the coffin.
Korra screamed out in fear, betraying herself to the unknown thing.
She felt frozen to the floor, stuck with her legs given out under her, sitting up on her kneecaps and powerless as her eyes willed their tear-stained gaze onto the mass of flesh that was directly in front of her.
She heard a sharp intake of air that sounded pained and raspy. The mass of flesh stood up and miraculously started mending itself. All the sutures that fell out, taking with its descent, various sown flesh and body parts as well as the liquid that had stained the ground beneath it now flowed back in and disappeared. The 'thing' opened its Ichor-soaked mouth and moaned in Korra's direction, then seemed to stop itself.
Again, it opened its mouth "You...mu-...help...me" was all Korra could distinguish from its broken and ripped tongue before the shape collapsed on the floor.
Hope you enjoyed, next chapter will again return to Amon's viewpoint, and the action and violence will finally start, perhaps even Korra might start..evolving her opinion of Amon? Thanks for reading :D