Aw man, I am so sorry for my abcense! It's been a month sinceI updated, but I've been busy with school and home life and volounteering, etc. etc. I'm just really sorry guys! :(

So... Anyways... I feel like this chapter is a filler, even though I know it has a purpose. What purpose you ask? Hmm... You'll see. :)

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Chapter 11

Well, this was quite interesting.

All alone in a dark room with no water to bend, Amon had doubted that he could escape. He had doubted that anyone would come rescue him. The only thing he could do was just count the minutes, hours, days, until his execution, or at the very least, a life-sentence in prison. Since he had been brought into custody, Amon couldn't see any other way to torture The Avatar further. He had lost. He admits though, The Avatar's visit was a nice change of pace, watching their anguished expressions as he confessed to his crimes towards Bolin was pleasing, but it got boring as soon as they left. Amon could only wait for something better to come along.

And it did.

One minute he was counting the each square brick of his cell out of pure boredom, and then all of a sudden, boom! A group of men that Amon had broken into the cell! There were about twenty of them. Some of them had a familiar face, perhaps they were former Equalist's? But there was one face that stood out above all. A tall, lithe man with a long moustache and clear eyes was in the front, leading the pack. Amon met the eyes of his former ally, The Lieutenant. He had to admit, he was quite surprised that The Lieutenant would be the one to save him.

"Of all people, you save me? After I tried to kill you?" Amon said a tinge of darkness in his voice.

The Lieutenant just shrugged, his eyes blazing with fire. "I was sent here to save you, so don't pull anything off, Bolin wouldn't like it if we didn't deliver you in one piece."

Bolin? What? Is he behind this whole thing? But how?

"Bolin's your new master now? Are you going to blindly follow him as you've done with me?" Amon asked cheekily.

The Lieutenant scowled. "This is different." He signalled to the men at his side towards Amon. Amon made no struggle as they began to break the chains that bound him in place. One man jabbed him in the shoulders, ensuring that he would be unable to bend for the moment. Amon took another glance at The Lieutenant and his new friends. He noticed their clothing, dark, black, loose fabric with streaks of red. Their uniforms had a metallic scent to it, the scent of blood. Like some sort of uniform, only drenched in blood!

Amon felt the pressure around his ankles and wrists tighten less, and soon they were off. Amon collapsed to the ground, the feeling in his feet numb for so long due to the fact that he hadn't walked in days. Two of the men picked Amon up by the arms, forcing him up on his feet. The Lieutenant nodded, glaring at Amon before he turned towards the exit.

"All right then, let's go."

They dragged Amon up the stairs and into the office. Amon's eyes widened. Fresh crimson was dripping down the walls. Sightless eyes were staring up, their mouths hanging open unnaturally. Limbs were twisted in a horrible fashion, inhumanly, shoulders bent backwards, heads bent far beyond their regular scope, and it was such a disturbing sight, just straight out of a gory horror film.

They threw handcuffs on Amon and threw him in the trunk of a Satomobile. Before Amon could protest, a gag was pushed into his mouth and a rag covered his vision.


Amon blinked wearily, groaning. He felt tired, his muscles stiff. Being cramped into the back of that Satomobile didn't exactly help the aching in his muscles. He blinked a few times, his fuzzy vision starting to clear. He could feel the rope on his wrists. His hands were tied behind him and he was placed in the corner of a dark room. There were lots of men, about fifty, just hanging out in the large room. As soon as Amon awoke, some of them kept looking at Amon, nudging their friends and whispering into their ears. Amon tugged at his restraints. As much as he would love to escape and leave, he wasn't sure if he could take on all of these people, at least, not without his Blood-Bending available. And if Bolin really was behind all of this, Amon had to see him again. Bolin ending up the way he is partially his fault, (He still believed that he wasn't the only one that aided in Bolin's self-destruction) he wanted to see if he could manipulate him more, make him return to him. If he could do that, Amon might have a good chance for revenge once more!

Amon scanned the room, searching for his former apprentice's face. Instead, he found The Lieutenant's. The Lieutenant was in the room, but he wasn't even looking at Amon, he ignored him completely, as if he weren't there. Instead, he was fiddling around with a radio, turning up the volume.

"Everyone quiet!" The Lieutenant shouted over the noise. The crowd went silent as The Lieutenant raised the volume on the small radio.

"Hello Republic City!" A familiar voice said cheerfully, the sound bouncing across steel walls. Amon let out a soft gasp. That was Bolin's voice!

"If you can't recognize my voice, then I'll tell you who I am. I'm Bolin, the Earth-Bender from the Fire Ferrets! Remember me? Heh, maybe you don't. You probably paid more attention to The Avatar or my brother Mako, right? It's all about them isn't it? With their 'cute' little romantic shit going on..." His voice sounded bitter, disgusted. There was a pause, a deep breath.

"Anyways, it's been awhile since you've all heard from me! Last you heard I was kidnapped by the douche bag Noatak, commonly known as Amon, the revolutionary Equalist's!" He scoffed. Revolution my ass, he was such a fucking coward! Hiding behind a mask while letting others do his dirty work! Saying how all benders had to be cleansed when really he was a bender himself! What a fucking shithead!" He began to cackle, his voice ominous and insane yet filled with a creepy sense of joy. It took him a moment for him to regain his composure.

"I'm not working with that dick. I'm not working with anyone! I've had enough of the bullshit that Republic City is handing out! This city is rotten, full of ugly people with uglier personalities! It's full of liars and back-stabbers and other disgusting people, it honestly makes me so sick! This is why I have to do this."

"I am going to destroy this city. I will shatter it to pieces. I will kill everyone who has betrayed. That's right, I'm talking about you Korra! Do you fucking hear me?! I will fucking kill you! Mako too! Mako, that mother-fucking son of a bitch! You're both dead! Tenzin, his family, Asami, Tahno, Pabu, Naga, everyone who fucking left me with that bastard Amon! Everyone who's abandoned me! Everyone abandoned me! No one found me! I was tortured by that sick psycho for nearly a year! What the hell? Why did no one save me, assholes? Huh? WHY DID NO ONE SAVE ME?!" A series of pants followed, anger visible in each breath. Amon was listening, dread filling his stomach as Bolin said each word.

"I've already destroyed our great Chief of Police, Miss Lin Bei-Fong. I smashed her pretty little feet into nubs. Nothing more but some bloody niblets! Ha! Hahaha! HAHAHA! Isn't that fucking hilarious? One of the greatest Earth-Bender's ever no longer has any sense of the earth because she doesn't have feet anymore! That must be worst then death! Worse than having your bending taken away! She'll never be able to Earth-Bend properly again! HAHAHA!" He coughed a bit.

"Hehehe... No one is safe. I will kill anyone in my way. I will destroy, shatter, and break, anybody who crosses me. I've already taken Amon captive. I'll kill him slowly and leave his body in front of City Hall, proof of how serious I am. I have an army that I busted out so prison at my command. I've got benders, non-benders, chi-blockers, thieves, murderers, Equalist's, Triple Triads, just a perfect blend of everything Republic City had thrown out and left in the gutter. I'll be leading this party, but don't worry, I'm not like Amon, and I won't hide behind a mask and let my people do the work. I want to some action too! You're all screwed. You're all dead. Good luck trying to survive this shit, because this isn't a revolution."

"This is a bloodbath. And I'm the one who'll spill it all."

Bolin's voice disappeared into the static. The men in the room were all silent, their faces unreadable. Amon could only feel a pit of terror growing in him. Bolin was beyond his reach it seemed, beyond anyone's reach. He was driving full-speed into his new destiny of insanity.

The Lieutenant cleared his throat, clearly disturbed by the radio broadcast. "Um... Well.., we should probably take the prisoner into the main hall now, now that that broadcast is over."

Amon allowed himself to be taken away into this 'main hall.' He honestly didn't know what to expect, except the possibility of death. Bolin had said that he would kill him, but Amon had taught Bolin everything he knows, every trick every move every strategy. Amon could use his experience to outwit Bolin, he couldn't Blood-Bend him, and he knew Bolin was able to break free of that. He would have to really on his wits. The only advantage Bolin had really his army, which Amon could easily Blood-Bend them all and escape, (He could feel his bending returning to him.) and the fact that Bolin was mentally unstable. Crazy people are unpredictable, their senses and skills heightened due to the lack of sanity. Amon would have to be careful of that. However, because he is unstable, Amon might have a chance to break him until he's completely immobile. Break him until he's unable to even stand, yes, that's the only solution.

He'd have to destroy him, mentally, spiritually, and physically.

A large metal door swung open. A vast large open steel room, dimly lit with torches, lay before him. The men took off the rope that held his wrists together and shoved him in. The door slammed behind him. Amon looked back in confusion. They left me all alone in such a large room? Why would they do that?

"Hello, Amon."

Amon froze. Every so slowly, he faced the boy who said those words, the same boy behind his kidnapping and Bei-Fong's injuries.

Bolin.

His appearance had changed since he last saw him. He had the same loose black fabric, smeared in blood as The Lieutenant. His scar was still visible on his cheek, his green eyes dark and bloodshot. He was thicker now, more muscular it seemed. He didn't seem to have showered recently, because he stank of guts and death and blood. Amon crinkled his nose and stepped back, the smell nauseating. Bolin smiled creepily.

"Like my odor? It's Bei-Fong's guts and blood from yesterday. I wanted to be perfect for our reunion, Amon dear." He said the last word with contempt.

Amon didn't let any of it faze him. He raised his chin, looking cocky. "You think you'll scare me with that useless trick? Pathetic."

"Shut up." Bolin hissed, "I've had had enough of your crap. I've had enough of you!"

"You think I never had enough of you?' Amon sneered. He figured the best way to get to the boy is to mentally exhaust him, then when he's weak, strike. Kill him. Put an end to this all. "I hated the way you clung to me back when I was fucking you. You were such a nosy little brat who couldn't stand on his two feet without me!"

Bolin eyes flickered with rage. Amon continued. "You were so gullible, so desperate for love. You thought that I loved you? Really? Only an idiot would believe that. You're such a fool, so desperate. You had, and still, have nothing. You're worthless. No one loves-"

"STOP!" Bolin screeched his hands on his ears. Amon felt a bit surprised as panic began to take over Bolin. "Stop talking! Don't say that...No... Don't... Mother's coming... No, it's just a hallucination... Doesn't ... Love..." Bolin shook his head, his eyes muddled up with countless feelings. Now!

Amon extended his hand and twisted his wrist. He could feel the water, the blood, within Bolin twist. Bolin's pupils shrank in fear as his knees were forced down into a kneeling position. His hands were twisted behind his back, his head stretched outwards. Amon smirked.

"This is way you'll never win. You are weak. You are worthless. You easily get offended by whatever I say. You can't do anything right. You're just a scared little boy. How horrible. No one ever loved you." With a final smug grin, Amon twisted his wrist so Bolin's neck would snap. An instant kill.

Amon blinked in confusion. What? Why isn't his neck snapping? Amon tried again, more desperately. Bolin began to shake. His mouth opened into a wide circle, about to say something.

"Heh... Hehe... Hehehe... HAHAHAHAHAHAH! HAHAHAHAHA!" Bolin laughed. Amon stared, unable to comprehend.

"No one ever loved me? NO ONE EVER LOVED ME?! How... HOW DARE YOU?!" He cackled some more, getting up. Amon backed away, amazed yet terrified how quickly and easily Bolin broke free of the Blood-Bending. Amon suddenly felt panic. There was absolutely no water around here, nowhere to his or retreat to, he was trapped with this insane lunatic! Calm down, I still have my hand-to-hand combat skills, their still might be a chance... Oh spirits, I just pushed him deeper into insanity!

Bolin giggled a bit, his bloodshot eyes twinkling with amusement and a smile of a demon placed on his lips. "Oh Amon, why did you have to say that? Bolin...no... I won't be happy! I... I just can't let you live anymore!"

In a flash, Bolin whipped out his two metal chains. Amon tried to dodge, but Bolin was too quick. They wrapped around Amon, binding him tightly together.

"Shatter him to pieces, shatter him to pieces..." He muttered under his breath, frowning. The chains around Amon's body were twisting him up until he was in the perfect position, the perfect position for Bolin to take his bending away.

For the first time in a long time, Amon was consumed in a strong wave of fear and desperation. He had to escape, he had to! If he lost here, if Bolin won...


If I win here, then I'd be practically invincible! The weak and meek Earth-Bender defeating the strong leader of the Equalist's! How fucking great would that be!? My street cred would be off the charts! Ha!

"Stop this Bolin! You can't do this!" Amon cried. His green eyes were wide and scared. Wait, green?

Bolin blinked a few times, unable to comprehend. No matter how many times he rubbed his eyes and blinked, it was still there, green eyes. No... Not now... Not now...

"Bolin..." A soft, feminine voice tenderly spoke his name, a mere whisper. Her eyes were moist and her lips were pressed against each other, anxious. The chains wrapped around her delicate frame made her seem thinner, frailer, just like how Bolin last saw alive in the street, only this time, and no burns decorated her body.

"Why... Why? Why do you care? You're dead. You're dead. YOU'RE DEAD!" Bolin screamed, the chains slithering around her throat, ensnaring itself around it harshly, imprinting itself in her skin.

"Bo... Bolin..." She wheezed. "I... I'm here... to save you... Please... stop this... Please..." She pleaded with round eyes.

"You abandoned me... left me alone with that piece of shit, Mako! You left me for dead! You told me you hated me!"

"I... was killed... Remember? I didn't... didn't want to leave... didn't want to... to die... Bolin... What's happened to you? My baby... stop...I love you...please..."

"Shut up." Bolin whimpered. "Just shut the fuck up already!" On impulse, Bolin put his finger on her heart and a finger on her head. He took a deep breath, stifling a few stray giggles. The bitch won't even know what hit her!

He felt water within the body, evaporating due to the heat in his hand. It lessened and lessened, a large pool shrinking into a puddle, then disappeared into nothingness. The water was gone. The bending was gone.

Amon fell to the ground, now unconscious. Bolin took a step back, shocked. That was Amon... not mother...

Damn it! Damn it! I took his bending! I was suppose to torture him some more before I took it away! Damn it all! No... I'm an idiot, I knew that was a hallucination but...Still... Bolin clenched his fist and sighed. It felt so real.

He stared at Amon, who was unconscious. I might as well...

Bolin picked him up by the throat, purposely and pulled out his nifty glass shard. The glass shard, the weapon he had used to stab Amon. It was still stained with his crimson blood, a horrifyingly yet beautiful pattern splattered on the shard, it was a pretty sight for Bolin, such memories...

"I'd say that it's been nice knowing you, and we had good times together, but we haven't." Bolin said to Amon's unconscious face. "Nothing I have ever done with you was satisfying. I hate you. I'm happy that I get to kill you. I'll squeal in joy once the blood stops pumping into your cold, darkened heart, you sick bastard."

He gripped the shard harder, letting it glide across Amon's neck's skin. "I better start digging into the skin now, I guess." The glass made contact with the former Bender's skin.

"BOLIN!" The Lieutenant burst the metal doors open, with about most of the men behind him. They were screaming, letting out outraged cries of fury. Bolin let Amon go and gave them all a seething look.

"You interrupted me! Why can't I kill the bastard already! Damn it! Leave me alone!" Bolin stomped his foot and pouted like a toddler. Why the hell can't I kill this guy?!

"I'm terribly sorry sir, but you have to understand, The Avatar is here. She found us."

"What?! H-How?!" Bolin gasped. This is not my fucking day!

"Apparently, they can track down radio signals, so when you did your broadcast earlier today, the police was able to find us!"

"Technology these days, holy shit, that's new, isn't it?" Bolin remarked, briefly wondering what else had changed during the year he was locked up in.

"Bolin sir, we have to leave, now! Before we all get caught!" The Lieutenant urged.

Bolin frowned. As much as it would satisfy him to kill Amon and be rid of him once and for all, wouldn't it be a much worst fate to be left alive with no power? He has no one to rely on, no bending, nothing to look forward to anymore. He's powerless now. If he let the police catch him, they'll probably lock him up to rot forever, plus they're too soft to kill him. Yes, being alive, barely alive, would be the perfect punishment.

Bolin grinned. "All right then, let's get moving."

His followers look relieved at Bolin's decision. A sudden smash made Bolin divert his attention. Metal-Benders, probably about fifty of them, stormed into the room. Bolin tensed, his men following his lead as they got into an attacking position. Pushing through the ranks of police officers, Bolin was pleasantly surprised when he came face to face with his brother, his bitchy girlfriend, and Tenzin. Their eyes met the crumpled form of Amon before their mouths could open. While their jaws hung in the air in shock, Bolin quickly said, "Don't worry about him, he's still alive! Just has no bending! He's harmless now!"

Mako was about to lurch forwards towards him, but Tenzin put his hand out, giving the teen a stern look. "Bolin, "Tenzin murmured, "You have t stop this nonsense right now. You're putting Republic City into another war. Stop this immediately!"

"Screw you!" Bolin sneered, "You've had this coming, old man! All of you! I'm done with the likes of you!"

"Why did you do what you did to Bei-Fong?!" Korra cried before Tenzin could reply to Bolin. "Bolin, she was our ally! Our friend! Does that mean nothing to you? What's happened to you Bo?"

What has happened to you? Stop this Bolin, please.

"Shut up!" Bolin cried to Korra and the voice. Impulsively, he rose a block of earth from the ground and slammed t towards Korra. The police retaliated, stopping the block of earth with their skills. Bolin cursed, whipping backwards.

"I'm retreating! We'll fallback and meet up at our back-up base!" Bolin announced.

"Bo, wait!" Mako cried after him, but Bolin paid no attention. He turned to The Lieutenant, "Don't kill my brother or The Avatar, they're mine."

"What about Tenzin?"

"I have a plan for him, leave him alive, I'll get him eventually." A wicked grin was planted on Bolin's face. He nodded farewell to The Lieutenant before running. Bolin did have a plan, a very good plan. A plan that would completely destroy Mako, The Avatar, and Republic City. Amon was already out of the picture, so Bolin didn't have to worry about him. What he did have to worry about though, was the Avatar, she was strong, skilled. He had to fix that, destroy her...

Bolin smiled. He knew how.

What makes people weak are their ties. Their ties, their relationship to other people, put their loved ones in danger and they'll become desperate, sad, begging for their lives to be spared. Huh, that's how Mako feels about me right? Take their beloved away, and they'll be lost. Take away all of their beloved and... They'll be broken.

Hehehe... I know exactly who to start with.


So... The purpose of this chapter was to one, take Amon out of the picture. He's obviously still alive, but I promis your he won't be active for quite a bit.

The second purpose was to build up. Build up for the next the next few chapters. Build up toward the fall.

People will fall. People will die. The next chapters...

Hope you guys don't have too long for because use it will be fun to write! :)

Till next time!

:)