Hello once again! You miss me? :D Sorry about the wait. :|

This chapter was orginally supposed to be longer, but I cut it in half so you guys can read it sooner. I felt bed I made you wait so long. I struggled with this chapter, I had to think a lot about the details, and I didn't have a lot of time. Well, I guess it's better to haveit sooner then later, even if it is a little shorter than usual, right? No? I don't know. :p

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And a quick answer to a reviewer, Noneman, you asked about a happy ending. I can't promise you a happy ending. I won't spoil it, but I will say this. Shit is going to happen, and it won't be pretty. :p

So as always, enjoy this chapter! :)

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Chapter 9

Mako and Korra sat impatiently outside of the hospital room. They were waiting to hear the results for Asami. When they arrived back and gave Asami to the healers, she was rushed in critical condition. They checked on Tahno while waiting to hear news about Asami, he was recovering. He'd broken some bones, had some cuts and some pretty bad bruises, but it wasn't anything to be too worried about. He was still a patient at the hospital because he wasn't going to be able to walk for awhile, and his arms weren't exactly good too, but they said that they'd get better with time. Korra restored his bending, and Tahno grudgingly thanked her, although he wouldn't be able to bend for awhile.

A healer walked out of Asami's room. Mako and Korra leapt to their feet, fidgeting anxiously. "How is she?!" Mako asked.

The healer smiled sadly. "She's alive. But her throat's taking severe damage, she won't be able to speak for a while and she's got a few broken ribs. We stopped the internal bleeding, but she'll have to stay here for recovery. She won't be on her feet for a while, if she's lucky, she'll only be here a month and she'll walk out healthy."

Korra and Mako heaved out relieved sighs. "Can we see her?" Mako asked.

The healer shook her head, "Sorry, but she's not ready for any visitors. Tomorrow will be better."

"Thank you for your help." Korra said, flashing a grateful smile. The nurse smiled back. Mako and Korra began to walk away, out of the hospital. They got out of the hospital, where Naga was waiting. The polar bear dog saw them almost immediately and got up, licking Korra. Korra laughed. "Easy girl!"

When Mako and Korra escaped just a few days ago, they were a little surprised that they actually weren't too far from Republic City. In fact, Amon's secret lair was hidden under the cabin where Tarrlok kept Korra hostage. When they got back, the media frantically tried to get them to talk about their ordeal, but both of them refused to speak. Tenzin took care of the media, keeping them out of their faces as Mako and Korra tried to recover from their imprisonment. Pema and the children tending to their needs, comforting them and trying to make them feel safe, and so did Bei-Fong. She kept some Metal-Benders around the island just in case Bolin came. When Bei-Fong wanted to put out wanted posters for Bolin, Mako rounded up on her.

"He's not a fucking criminal, he's just broken! He's my brother!" Mako had cried out in frustration.

"He's nearly killed Tahno, Asami, Amon and you two! That's attempted manslaughter! I know that he's mentally unhinged, but who knows how he'll behave, the citizens are at risk. Look," Bei-Fong said her voice steady, "I'll put up posters and have radio's broadcast this, but once we catch him, he won't be treated like a prisoner, we'll treat him like a patient at a mental hospital. He won't be charged of anything, I promise you."

Pabu scampered onto Mako's shoulders. Mako smiled at the fire ferret, it reminded him of how Bolin used to be, fun-loving and full of energy.

Korra motioned to Mako to sit on Naga behind her. Mako did and Naga began to run through the city. Mako looked straight ahead, waiting for the destination to appear.

Naga ran until they came across a small building, a little police station. Around ten officers were patrolling the perimeter. Korra and Mako got off. Mako let Pabu off his shoulders. The fire ferret sat on Naga's back. "You two stay here, okay?" Korra gave them a stern look. The two creatures seemed to nod. Korra grinned. "All right then, let's do this."

"Yeah." Mako said. They knocked on the metal door. A police officer opened a slot near the top of the door. Only his eyes could be seen. "Avatar Korra and Mako?"

"Yeah, it's us." Korra said.

A lock clicked and the metal door opened. There were about ten officers in the room, all staring at them. "Welcome. Tenzin awaits you down there." The officer who let them in pointed towards a narrow staircase, with an open metal door.

"Thanks." Mako murmured as he and Korra began walking down the stairs. It spiraled down, deep into the earth. They both kept going until it finally ended. Tenzin was sitting in a chair, waiting. When he saw them he got up.

"Good, you're here. I was starting to wonder."

"We're fine Tenzin." Korra reassured him. Her bright blue eyes hardened. "So, is it safe?"

Tenzin nodded, "As you saw, there are officers up there, some of them trained to chi-block. There's no water, the metal is pure, no traces of earth. There are three doors only, the entrance, the one at the top of the stairs, and the one that leads to the cell. The doors are thick and locked. We're down pretty deep, so Bolin should have some trouble sensing our presence. Amon is chained heavily, and he can't bend for the moment. Can you take away his bending?"

Korra shook her head. "No, Aang hasn't taught me yet, he says it's harder then restoring bending."

"That's fine." Tenzin said, "We should be okay anyways. He can't do anything to us."

"Let's do this." Mako hissed, pounding his fist into his hand.

Tenzin pulled out a key and unlocked the door.

The door creaked open slowly. Mako stared at the lone figure in the middle of the room, chains pulling his arms and legs apart. He was barely on the ground, his feet just inches from it. There were bandages on his chest and back where Bolin had stabbed him. He lifted his head, a glint of coldness shining in his eyes. He smiled wickedly. "Well, look who decided to show up." He rasped.

"Amon." Mako snarled.


Bolin wasn't stupid. He knew he couldn't stay at the cabin base anymore that would be like begging to get caught. So he took some food, some clothes, and all of Amon's drugs and stuffed them into a large duffel bag. He also took most of the files Amon kept on his desk, they might be pretty useful.

Bolin was sitting high up in a tree on one of the mountains that near the city, the duffel bag resting on his lap. Bolin looked down at the bright city and scowled, tightening his fist. That place holds nothing but bad memories, it has to be destroyed. I have to break it. Shatter it to pieces.

But Bolin knew that he couldn't do it alone. If he wanted to take down Mako and Korra and everyone close to them, he had to also destroy the city. The former Avatar created the city, and it was a symbol of unity and peace with the four nations. If Bolin broke it, they wouldn't be unified anymore, and then Bolin could cause some real shit, have some real fun revenge.

So where exactly could he find some help? Bolin smirked as he looked down. At the edge of the city there was a large prison, the main prison. It held Republic City's nastiest, violent killers and thieves. It was guarded heavily, an electric fence surrounding the perimeter, the entire building made of pure metal, top notch guards that not only bend metal and earth, but fire and water as well. After the war, according to Amon's reports, some of the chi-blockers came to work with the police, so Bolin expected there to be a few guards who can chi-block.

Bolin was lucky that Amon did his research so well, Amon had studied that prison extensively, with at least eight papers covering its security, entrances, strengths and possible weaknesses. There were also other papers, which listed the prisoners, their background and crimes, and which cell they were one. Bolin circled one familiar face a fat red marker, thinking how useful this person would be if he accepted his offer.

Bolin checked his watch. It was nearly time to strike. Carefully, Bolin gently put the files back into the duffel bag. He hung the duffel bag on a near-by branch. He counted down the seconds silently in his head.

Three.

Two.

One.

There was a soft crackle in the air. The fence shined for a moment then dimmed. The fences were turned off for inspection every six months. It was a good opportunity for Bolin to break in silently. Bolin took a breath, looked straight down, and falling, Bolin thrust his foot downward like ahe was going to kick someone down. His arms made a dramatic motion, the motion of ripping a giant piece of paper apart. Sure enough, the earth opened up, making a small tunnel for Bolin to jump in. Bolin landed feet first. He looked up, moonlight flooding his tunnel. He quickly bended the earth to cover the entrance, so no one would know he was here. Bolin took a deep breath and let his senses guide him. He stomped his foot into the ground. He could feel that most people, most prisoners, were in a giant room in the north. This is that time of the day where prisoners are allowed to go out of their cells and socialize with one another. Huh, how perfect that most of them will be in one place.

Bolin began to bend his way towards them. When he felt himself just below the room by at least fifteen feet, he began trying to sense the positions of the guards. There were five on each side of the room, on three on each side on the second floor, watching them from above. Concentrating, Bolin moved his hands and leveled them to the ceiling. Grunting, he forcefully moved them away from one another, feeling the smooth earth ripple like water in his hands. He could sense multiple people encased in earth, their bodies withering in shock. Bolin pushed the ceiling, and that made the people encased in stone gasp. He could sense the rock stabbing them in the neck, twisting their necks unnaturally. Bolin closed his eyes. He couldn't feel a heartbeat in the ones he encased.

Fuck, I forgot about the cameras. Rapidly, Bolin shot shards of metal into the lens of the cameras. Then, he bent the metal and stone in front of the doors so that no one could escape. I should go greet my new friends now, should I?

Bolin stomped down his foot. The rock beneath him levitated him upwards. He bent the earth above him to open up. Bright light invaded Bolin's vision, making him squint. He was accustomed to the darkness that the light hurt his eyes a bit. He blinked a few times and looked around.

The prisoners in tattered light gray uniforms were gawking at him. Well some of them were. Others were still looking at the dead bodies of the guards, a glimmer of fear in their eyes. Bolin thought there were at least sixty or seventy people in here.

"Who the hell are you kid?" An older, well-built man asked. He short black hair and a freshly-shaved face. There was a tattoo on his arm of a serpent of water. He must be a Water-Bender...

"Hey kid, I asked you a fucking question! " The man snarled. Some of the people snickered, giving Bolin gazes full of contempt.

"Shut the hell up, old man." Without warning Bolin stepped forward. In his sleeve, Bolin kept a sharp metal blade. He grasped it and thrust it forward, right into the man's throat. People in the background gasped, stepping back, away from Bolin. Their fear made Bolin feel stronger, powerful. It was proof that Bolin was getting stronger, that he was a force that shouldn't be fucked with. Fear will keep these people to do Bolin wants.

The older man choked, his arms flailing towards Bolin, trying to grab him. Bolin dug the knife deeper into his throat and swept in a small circle. Blood was splattering onto Bolin's clothes and face, but Bolin didn't really give a shit. The man's struggling ceased, his blue eyes beginning to glaze over. Bolin took out the bloody knife and backed up. The man instantly fell over, twitching. Finally, he slowly stopped moving and his eyes stared blankly into the sky. Blood continued to poor, but no life throbbed behind it. He was dead, and Bolin killed him.

Bolin had everyone's attention now. Half of them were staring at the crumpled body of the Water-Bender while the other half just stared at Bolin. All of them seemed to in a trance of fear. Bolin smirked.

"Anyone else want to annoy me with pointless questions?" Bolin asked cockily. No one said a word. Bolin felt satisfied. He continued his little speech.

"I was the one who killed the guards." He declared. "I killed them. I killed this man. And I can easily kill all of you pieces of shit if I wanted to. But I won't have to if you do what I say from now. You join me, you will live, and you can help me destroy Republic City, to take down this horrible wretched place. Or you can refuse. And die. It's your choice. And don't think about running away, I did my research, I know of any prisoner enlisted here. If you run away, I will kill you. No matter how far you run and hide, I will fucking hunt you down and tear you apart. You all work for me now. You understand?"

No one responded. Maybe it was due to the fear or shock or it was some sort of rebellious silence. Bolin didn't like that. Hissing in frustration, he stomped his foot and glided his hands towards the nearest person. Sharp, pointed rocky daggers flew and hit the nearest man. The man gasped, clutching his chest was blood began to flow. He fell down, his body quivering and his voice whimpering in hurt. Bolin walked over to the man and stomped on his neck. He pushed until he could hear the snapping sound of bones. He kicked the body aside and stared back at the crowd of prisoners.

"So, I'll repeat my question. Do you all fucking understand what I just said?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes we do sir! Boss! We understand!" They all said quickly, desperately. Bolin smiled sweetly.

"Perfect. And please, just call me Bolin. Now, let's get going, shall we? We have to hurry before reinforcements arrive. Oh wait!" Bolin suddenly remembered something important. He pulled out a wad of paper and unfolded it. He showed the picture to the crowd. "Who knows where this guy being kept?"

"He's in the adjacent room in cell 495, um, Bolin sir." A tall, brown haired man said, emerging from the crowd. He was shaking, watching Bolin like he was a predator about to eat him.

"What's your name?" Bolin asked softly.

"M-My name's Jin." He answered nervously.

"Jin." Bolin repeated. "I'll remember that." Bolin said. Jin gulped nervously.

Bolin walked towards the barricaded doors. He tapped his foot. There were a few guards in there, unaware of the trouble in the other room. Bolin could sense the one he needed in a cell. Perfect.

Bolin took a deep breath. He located all the guards and did the exact same move as he did before, encase them in earth and snap their necks. Bolin felt their heartbeats fade away into death. Bolin turned before his new army.

"The guards are dead. If you see any alive, kill them. You will keep the doors closed until I want them open. Guard the doors and free the remaining prisoners. That's the goal." Bolin paused. "Everyone on my left, you'll guard the doors. Everyone on my right will free their fellow inmates. You will not touch cell 495, that's my job. You understand?"

"Yes, Bolin sir! Yeah, of course!" They said. Bolin grinned.

"Good, now let's fucking does this." Bolin bended the doors open. "Go."

Immediately, his servants rushed forward and did exactly as they were told. People stationed themselves at the door while others began freeing their prisoners. Bolin hurled chunks of rock at the cameras before climbing up to the second floor. He found cell 495 and kicked the metal bars apart. A figure sitting on the bed jumped to his feet and stared at Bolin in shock. Bolin grinned. "Hey, how's it going?" Bolin greeted.

The man glared at him, "Why are you here?" He asked darkly.

"Come on Lieutenant, that's no way to greet anyone, especially the guy who just saved your ass."


Haha! Bolin's met up with the Lieutenant and Mako's going to confront Amon! Ah, how horrible are cliffhangers? :p

Real quick thing before I end this, you know how Bolin's all unstable, right? (How could you not notice? :p) And from my perspective, crazy people are unpredicatble and well, just crazy. Yeah, Bolin's killing without remorse. He nearly killed Asami, Tahno, Korra, Tenzin, Amon, Mako... Holy shit, that's actually a lot of people he tried to kill... but failed. He did succeed in killing the guards and those two inmates, and he will succeed some more. This is a warning. I am going to kill people later on. I'm not going to say who or when, but I will kill people. Maybe it'll be you favorite character, or the person you hate, who knows? But the death toll will rise. I'm warning you now so be prepared for some death... Was I'm so mean. :(

Haha, well then, see you all later! ;)