Disclaimer: I do not own the legend of korra or the characters. Its kind of a short chapter though:/ hope you enjoy it anyway! For some reason the divisions between pov changes won't show up so I'm sorry if it is confusing or jumpy
I keep my eyes level with the horizon until I hear a sort of distorted sloshing noise. I suck in a breath realizing just how close I am to the wall and what that sound must mean.
The sudden intake of air makes me cough to clear my throat and the noise on the other side stops completely. They must hear me too. I take a quick scan of my surroundings making sure there are no patrols or cameras before slowly making my way towards the clear boarder, the buzz of electricity flooding my ears.
I rush to gather my shirt and pants, both still very damp, and slide them on. They instantly cling to my body creating an uncomfortable swampy feeling. As I near the wall the sound of electricity reminds me it is still there. The image on the other side is distorted. Like a city under water. Then I see it, well actually I see her.
I keep my eyes moving to detect any signs of trouble. This is beyond illegal, this is treason. When my eyes return to the wall I see a distorted image of a small body of water and few trees. As I continue to search, my brown eyes meet green.
Face to face, well face to wall to face, with what is supposedly my worst enemy. We were both frozen in... fear? No, more like curiosity. The warmth in her eyes seems to not be affected by the pulses and waves of the wall. She was slightly shorter than me with part of her brown hair in a small bun. After a few moments I realize just how long we have been standing here staring at each other, so I break the monotony with a small smile as if to say hello.
The boy before me seems to be around my age if not exactly. He wears a messy cut, shaved short on the sides but left long on top. This hairstyle would be strictly forbidden in the city but I can't help but think it suits him well. The hair clings to his forehead with water. Now that I look at Him, he is soaked head to toe.
When my eyes meet his again I see him smile. I almost have to keep myself from falling over right then and there. Not only is being this close to the wall illegal, but now we are pretty much communicating and that is punishable by expulsion from the city, or even death. But his smile is not mischievous, it is a genuine smile that reaches his eyes.
I feel a rush of heat flood to my cheeks. What is this feeling? The horror stories of disease before the wall flash in my mind. Could this be a symptom? But as quickly as the thought arrives, it passes when he slowly reaches up his hand.
The moment I see a flush rise to her cheeks I struggle to control my own. I know from experience that the wall is not electrified but simply a barrier to keep two worlds apart.
I reach up my hand slowly, careful not to startle her. As I press my hand to the smooth surface I feel the pulses and movements of the wall. Almost like its alive.
She is staring at my hand in shock. She must be told the wall is electrified. But when her eyes meet mine again, she glances at her own hand and slowly moves it closer to the wall. I can't control the smile now.
I see him place his hand flush against the wall. I almost scream for him not to touch it but there are no sparks, no alarms not jolts of electricity. Just his hand and an almost blue glow to it where it touches the wall. I glance at my own hand, what would it feel like I wonder. Slowly my hand seems to move on its own and comes within inches of the wall .
If what I had done before was worthy of death, this calls for a punishment worse than death. But yet, I can't stop myself. It was like an invisible force pulling me to the wall. The tips of my fingers barely graze the surface when the low rumble of a car engine pulls my attention from the boy in front of me
She almost touches the wall when her head whips around to look behind her, her arm again at her side. When her face meets mine again, I see only panic and fear. She backs away quickly and throws me a passing glance before walking away quickly.
I look to see what startled her when an armored car turns the corner. It passes by her without so much as offering to slow down and I dive behind a bush to hide myself. The moment the truck turns down another street. I glance down the street in the direction she walked. Her hair bobbing with the breeze, never once looking back at me. Will I ever see her again?