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Becoming Fixed Again: Chapter Two (Panic)

When I regained consciousness I could feel the freezing cold air penetrating through the walls of the van. I wish Mako was here. Or Bolin, or Asami. Just so I wouldn't have to go through this alone, but I'm The Avatar, and The Avatar has to do everything alone.

The van abruptly stopped a few minutes after I woke up. As I started move, or at least attempt to move, I felt the blood gushing out of me. I couldn't help but notice the increase of pain I was in. I definitely was going to have some pretty good scars after this.

I could hear my captors coming to the back of the van to get me. Act unconscious; be as dead as a rock. As soon as the doors opened I felt a rush of cold air and snow flakes come into the back of the van. They bound me at my wrists and ankles, so I wouldn't be able to hurt them with my bending and defend myself.

The lifted me out of the van and carried me into their headquarters. They brought me up a flight of steps and dropped me onto the floor. I felt pain shoot up my back instantly.

"Leave her there, you four go back to your normal stations." I recognized the voice immediately. I was captured by Amon's Hench men. I should've fought better. What in the world ever made me go to Tarrlocks office that night? Maybe I wouldn't have gotten myself into this mess.

I thought about it over and over again until I realized why. Him, it was all because of him, and not wanting to see him hurt in jail. Let alone not wanting to see my other best friends there either.

Amon slowly started walking towards me. "I know you're awake Avatar. You might be able to fool my men, but you can't fool me." He kicked me hard in the ribs. "Answer to me!" He leaned me against the wall and kicked me in the stomach. I involuntarily took a sharp intake of breath and just answered his thought. I heard a soft chuckle out of him. "I was right; you can't fool me, can you." I opened my eyes and glared at him with all that I could.

He grabbed my chin. "Well, well, well, what are we going to do with you?"

I spit right on his mask. I hate that stupid mask. I wish I could just rip it off and see who he really is. I could hear him smirk.

"Now, now, now, you don't want me to hurt you or take away your bending, now do you?" My Bending?! I should've known that that's why he would want me captured and brought to him. "Or worse." What could be worse than . . . he wouldn't dare! "Oh don't think I don't know. I have eyes everywhere. He will be the first to go. Don't you go and underestimate me, and don't think that I wouldn't. You don't know me, but I know everything about you."

My heart started to race. I couldn't breathe. Amon took pleasure from this, because he started to laugh as soon as I started to react to his words. "I thought that that's how you would react, on the verge of a panic attack."

"If you do anything to him, I promise you that you will pay for it."

"Oh is that so. I wouldn't worry about what you will, or should I say wish you could do to me. If I were you I would be worrying about what I'm going to do to you. Goodnight."