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Mako screamed as he jolted from his sleep. The nightmare's where getting progressively worse. Mako hurried out of bed, he was sure someone had heard him. Mako grabbed the pocket knife from the bed side table. He rushed into the bathroom, forgetting to lock the door and took out the pocket knife; before he cut he examined his arm, he saw the other scar's he had made when he had first cut himself.

Mako went through the same process as before, he stared himself in the eye and slit his left wrist again, but he didn't stop at one cut, he continued and cut twice, then three times, then four, then five. Mako let his cut's bleed down his arms for a while, he relished the feeling of the hot sticky liquid fell down his arm, and the adrenaline rushed through his veins.

Mako stuck his arm under some cold water, wincing as it stung at his newly made cuts in his forearm. He washed the blood off his arm and took the wash cloth and applied pressure to his cuts afterwards.

A sharp gasp made Mako jump in surprise, he had been caught. He shot his head around to see who the intruder was, oh shit! Mako thought to himself as his cousin Iroh stood in the doorway, mouth agape.

"M-Mako w-why are you d-doing this to yourself?" Iroh asked as tears began to brim in his eyes.

"Iroh if you tell anyone, so help me!" Mako started.

"What do you mean 'if I am telling dad, and mom, they have to know, you need help" Iroh said with sorrow in his eyes, his tears where now pouring down his face. Iroh sniffed and wiped the tears from his face.

"You will not tell a soul Iroh, understand?" Mako got angry; he pointed an accusing finger at Iroh, and got up in his face. "You will not tell anyone, not Zuko not Mai, NOT BOLIN, nobody, and especially not Korra, understand?" Mako growled out. "No one can know." Mako finished.

Iroh looked disgusted with his cousin, he knew Mako had been hit hard by the death of his parent's, but this was something so extreme, so brutal, Iroh didn't think it possible his cousin was capable of such things. Iroh turned and left his cousin to himself. Iroh would regret doing this for the rest of his life.

Bolin

Bolin nervously dialled Jinora's number into his phone, he paused for moment. He looked to his brother and cousin. They both gave him an encouraging look, but they refused to look at each other. Bolin shrugged it off. And clicked the 'call' button, he waited anxiously for the first coupled of rings, then a teenage boy answered.

"Hello?"

"Um, can I speak to Jinora?" Bolin asked.

"This better be important, do you know what time it is? It's six o'clock!" the boy complained.

"Um, it's actually quarter to eleven, and who is this?"

"Meelo!" he answered, there was a scuffle at the other end of the phone, and then Jinora came on.

"Sorry about my little brother" Jinora apologized.

"Oh it's fine, kind of funny actually, um, Jinora, I was wondering if you want to go to the Island with me and the gang?"

"Sure, but did you just refer to your group as 'the gang'?" she asked

"Yea" Bolin replied embarrassed, "We will pick you up Asap okay?"

"See you soon" Jinora said before she hung up

Bolin turned to the two teen behind him and fist pumped the air.

Mako

The crew arrived at the entrance to the Island, the massive theme park stretched out before them, roller coasters wound their way around the park and the teens where spoilt for choice.

"Has anybody been on the Triple Threat?" Korra asked; Korra loved roller coasters, the thrill and the massive adrenaline kick she received when she went on one.

Mako shuddered at the name; the ride had earned itself infamy from the three sets of triple loops.

"I don't do roller coasters" Mako said. The crew turned to him in dismay. "What? I don't like heights!"

Korra let a deviant smile creep on to her face; she knew her next plan had kicked into gear. She had heard Mako was afraid of roller coasters from Iroh one summer. Mako's first ever roller coaster ride was when he was only twelve he had cried his eyes out from being up so high and had decided never to ride one again. It was a story Mako wasn't fond of telling people.

"C'mon Mako just one time?" Korra pleaded, she once again attempted to put on her seductive pout; lowering her head, still looking him in the eyes and she bit her bottom lip, "for me?" Mako didn't have a chance.

"Fine" He conceded, to the cheers of the rest of the group, "But only one ride."

Before too long Mako was at the front of the line to the Triple Threat, he was regretting his decision, trying to think up ways to leave the extensive line and bail. But the group was having none of that, every time he attempted to slick away they would pull him back into line.

The cart pulled up and the previous occupants stepped out of the cart looking dazed, one hurled up the contents of his stomach seconds after he got out, Mako attempted to bail. "I have a really bad feeling about this!" he said as he wove his way through the crowd. Korra pulled him back, and shoved him into the very front row, right next to her.

Before Mako could protest the safety bars where down and the cart was clacking its way up the extraordinarily high ramp. Mako gripped onto the safety bar for dear life, his knuckles went white from the force. Korra placed her hand on his and gave him a reassuring smile.

The cart came up to the first drop. A large sign appeared at the top saying 'smile' and big camera was next to it. "Smile Mako!" Korra chimed; Mako gripped Korra's hand only slightly less hard than he gripped the safety bar, as he saw the drop before him. Korra laughed her sweet laugh and kissed Mako on the cheek as the camera flashed, Bolin and Jinora the next row of two back pulled faces and Iroh and Asami pressed up close together and smiled as Iroh sneakily flipped off the camera without Asami noticing.

Everyone screamed as the drop came, the adrenaline pumped through Mako. He quickly let go of Korra's hand, making her frown, and gripped the safety bar as if his life depended on it. They turned sharply and Mako felt the G-Force rush through his veins. The cart slowed as it climbed the second ramp; everyone took deep labouring breath, some people even laughed.

"See not so bad!" Korra said breathlessly.

Mako gave her a look. And she laughed, everyone caught their breath as the cart came to the top of the ramp again, Korra gripped Mako's left forearm as they were about to dive over the edge, Korra felt a jagged bump along his forearm, a scar, she gasped slightly and the cart plunged down again.

Iroh

The group sat at a table and laughed off the day's events.

"Did you see how tightly he gripped the bar? I thought he was going to break it!" Bolin joked and the group laughed, "I'm starved let's get some food!" the group mumbled their approval and everyone but Korra got up. "Iroh can I talk to you?" it wasn't a question so much as a demand.

"Um, sure" Iroh sat back down next to Korra and propped his feet up on the table. Korra waited until everyone was out of ear range until she started to speak.

"Do you know Mako has been cutting himself?" She asked bluntly

Iroh's mouth flapped around making incoherent noises before he steadied himself. "Um, I-I, well, uh, yes I do." Iroh sighed; he had already broken his promise to Mako, "Why didn't you tell me?" Korra growled. She was now the epitome of red hot rage and fury.

"Because I am not supposed to tell anybody" Iroh said. Korra shot him a look of pure anger and rage it had bubbled up in her eyes as soon as she had received her answer. "I am going to talk to him about it" Korra said.

"No" Iroh warned, "this is something that my family has to deal with, not you, hell Bolin doesn't even know about it, only I do, you are not supposed to know, don't do anything stupid or you'll regret it."

"Doing nothing at all is stupid Iroh"

"You think I was going to do nothing? Of course I was going to tell my dad and mom, but you cannot do anything, do not ask him about it. Understand Korra?" Iroh finished. Korra growled a flurry of insults under her breath at Iroh. The clatter of plates and feet signalled the arrival of the food and the rest of the group. "Move" Korra shot at Iroh and he obliged as Mako sat down in the previously occupied seat. All the previous anger in Korra vanished as Mako sat down next to her.

Iroh watched as Korra looked down at Mako's left arm in sorrow for a brief second, then her sapphire eyes where back at attention. That's when Iroh realised, he put his head in his hands and chuckled, she loved him, Korra loved Mako, with all her heart, she barely knew him but none the less, she loved him, that's why she asked, that's why she got so aggressive when it came to him.

The group casually chatted amongst themselves and they were soon finished. Mako was the first to get up. "Horror House anyone?" he offered and the group was away in an instant.

Korra

The Horror House was anything but horrifying, the fake animatronic zombie's and vampires really couldn't terrify anyone older than a twelve year old. Yet Korra still gripped Mako's hand and feigned horror, just to be close to him. But once or twice it was Mako whose grip tightened on Korra when the animatronic axe murderer jumped out at the group.

They came to a door only slightly cracked open, light from the room ahead poured through the small opening, two muffled voices could be heard from inside.

Korra watched through the opening of her bathroom door as the masked man beat her mother over and over again, instilled bone cracking blow after blow.

"Where is she, where is my daughter?" He asked after finally stopping his relentless assault. The masked man leaned down to her face.

"You'll never have her Amon" her mother said, they were the last words she uttered, the man called Amon wrapped his hands around mama's neck and began to throttle, he then pulled out a knife an repetadly stabbed mama in the neck, blood oozed out and Korra shut her eyes. She let out a scream, and the masked man looked towards the bathroom, straight into her eyes.

"Hello" Amon whispered.

Korra screamed as a man in a hockey mask jumped out at the group and jumped he from her vision, Korra leapt forward and kicked him in the chest, Korra reacted so quickly that you couldn't even blink, the man coughed and spluttered as he fell to the ground. The group gasped and Korra realised what she did.

"Oh shit sorry"

"I'm an actor not a serial killer jeez!" the masked man said, rubbing his chest.

The group exited the horror house, the masked man had been the last attempt at scaring he group, they left the island after that, they were all packing into the two cars, Asami's Mercedes Benz and Iroh's Volkswagen. Before he got in Korra pulled Mako aside. Maybe she was blunt, an just a little bit impulsive, but Korra had to know.

"Mako" she asked hesitantly, "When did you start cutting yourself?"

Sorry it took so long to update, I guess I was just lazy lolz, hope you enjoyed it! Next chapter gonna be a good one, Promise! Anyways! Review!