Omar gasped as he regained consciousness. Chains around his wrists rattled as he sat up and looked around. The hum of an engine filled the small cab he occupied and the occasional bump confirmed his suspicions. He was being transported somewhere, but where to he didn't have a clue. Omar cursed to himself for allowing himself to be captured. Again. Sinjin and the others were probably looking for him not knowing that he had been nabbed.

Atleast he had enough time to destroy his firearm and hidden blades. The blades he wasn't so much worried about but the gun. Omar didn't really have to imagine what would happen if the Equalists had access to firearms. History had already told what happens when revolutionaries get there hands on guns many times. For now atleast, that wouldn't happen and that's all that matters.

Now that he had time to think about it, Omar realized that he got kidnapped an awful lot. Like this was probably the third time it's happened. That probably says alot about him to be honest. Only difference was that this time there isn't anyone to bust him out like before.

"Oi, sleeping beauty is awake now." A small grated window opened towards the front of the cab. A mask came into view but quickly left the small opening. "Did we have a nice nap? "

"Where are you taking me?" Omar stumbled towards the window. Inside he could see inside the truck cab. One equalist was busy driving and the other sat in the passenger seat. Outside the vehicle it was dark outside but the abundant amount of trees illuminated by the headlights said that they were in a forest.

"Oh don't you worry your pretty little head about that." The driver bounced in her seat as she spoke, driving over another bump.

"We'll get you you there relatively unharmed."

Omar looked confused. "Relatively?" He barely finished the word before a baton smashed into his nose.

The two equalists laughed as Omar grunted in pain. Blood poured from his nose and down his mouth as he fell back into the cab. Something told him it wasn't going to be the last time something bad happens during his trip.

It was going to be a long trip.

Omar flinched as the doors to the back of the truck swung open. An equalist grabbed him by the cuffs and dragged him out, throwing him in to a puddle of mud. Omar layed on the ground as it rained and contemplated not moving in a pitiable show of defiance. Then again it would only cause him more pain so he purged the idea.

Slowly he rose to his knees as the rain pelted him, flicking away miniscule amounts of mud. In front of him was a man not dressed as an equalist. He was an older man and wore a brown suit with a matching fedora and held an umbrella. An uneasy feeling crept up Omar's back as it felt like the man was studying him, making mental notes of him.

"Where am I?" Omar asked nervously, he was certain that he didn't really want to know.

The old man moved with blinding speed and grabbed his hands like a vice grip. With one tug he brought Omar up to his feet.

"I am Dr. Tenpa and this paradise." He answered with a sinister, predatory smile. Omar felt his blood run cold as the doctor began leading him towards a cabin behind him. He struggled but the doctor had an unnaturally strong grip

"Now, now. There's no need to be frightened." He said maniacally. "There's someone who wants to see you."

Despite his struggling, Omar wasn't brought into this house. The two guards directed to the living room and forced to sit leaving him anxious.

"Don't move a muscle." The driver warned. Her partner let off a few sparks to drive the point home.

"Omar. It has been awhile, my friend."

Omar's blood boiled as he faced the voice. That deep, gravelly voice was too recognizable for him to forget.

"I almost thought we wouldn't meet again." Amon's words still had that coldness to them. Omar glared at the leader of the Equalist as he took a seat across from him.

"Amon. To what do I owe the displeasure?" He taunted venomously.

"A few things really." Amon paused, possibly gauging Omar's reaction. "First and foremost being using you to draw out the Avatar."

Omar scoffed. "And you believe I'll help you?"

"You will help if you don't want anything to happen to them." Amon said with an icy tone, sliding a manila envelope towards him.

Omar eyed the package warily but opened it regardless. Horror struck him as he pulled out pictures of Tenzin, Pema, and the kids. The pictures fell from his hands as he shook. They were captured.

"Oh I forgot to add in this one picture. I think you should have it." Amon tossed over the picture.

Jin. She had a look a terror on her face and was covered in bruises.

"She put up a good fight but like all other benders and sympathizers, she fell." Amon teased even more.

"Where are they you motherfucker!? Omar roared, rising from his seat. Electricity coursed through his body and he went limp collapsing back into his seat.

"They are safe and will remain that way so long as you do what I say." Amon hissed. "They nearly escaped thanks to Chief Beifong. She has been dealt with. After all, nobody can escape equality, not anymore."

Omar clenched his fists as Amon stood up proudly. "I've noticed something about you when I first attempted to equalize you many months ago.

Omar remained silent as Amon approached him.

"It seems you have been blessed by the Spirits as well. I first sensed it that night and again when you rescued the Avatar. Even now I can feel an untapped power in you."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Omar hissed.

"Don't you see, Omar. We are both Chosen. We both have been blessed by the Spirits. There is no reason we should be enemies." He declared fanatically. "Join me and we can purge this world of bending forever."

"You're insane."

Amon sighed as he went back to his seat. Omar always knew Amon was crazy but this just showed unstable he truly was. Him, blessed? Blessed with insanity more like. And Omar, three was no way in hell he was blessed with anything.

"You resist now but soon you will see. Until that day, I have to use leverage on you. You will help us or they die, understand."

Omar sighed in defeat and reluctantly nodded. If Jin, Tenzin, and everyone else was at risk then he had no other choice.

"Good. Now then, first you will help me draw out out the Avatar. She has been a nuisance since the revolution began." Amon commented sounding much more calm. Omar had to smirk, atleast Korra was making life hard for Amon.

"Second,once we release your potential you will help us bring her down. Lastly, you will help me bring equality to the world."

"And if I fail?" Omar snapped.

"Pray that doesn't happen." Amon warned, rising from his seat. "Doctor, I give you two weeks to help Omar realize his potential. Do whatever you think will work."

"As you wish, Amon. He will be ready and I await your glorious return." Dr. Tenpa cheered, bowing deeply. Fear set in as the doctor, giddy with excitement, brought Omar to his feet and led him away from the living room.

"Don't fret, my friend. Together we shall find what it is that's lying within you."

Omar struggled against the restraints binding him to the chair in the small lab in Dr. Tenpa's basement. The doctor hummed along with the tune of some classical music he was playing on a nearby record player. This was turning out to be every bit the stereotypical torture room found in countless books and TV shows.

"Let's start with something simple, shall we." Dr. Tenpa spoke aloud holding a clipboard. "What is your name?"

Omar stopped struggling and looked at the doctor. "It's me, Doc. You're old pal, Seamus McFuckyourself."

"Quite." The doctor smiled. "Do you know why you're here?"

"Yeah. I'm here to pick up two pepperoni pizzas and a calzone. Name is 'Fuck You'."

"Subject is non-cooperative." The doctor scribbled on to the clipboard and walked over to a table nearby. "Administering solution 14 Beta Epsilon. Will record results." The doctor returned with a syringe and for ed Omar's head to the side.

"Hey! What the hell do you…" the syringe pierced his neck and the contents flowed in to him.

The room began to distort and shift colors, coming to life as Omar lazily looked around. The doctor's face seemed to grow and shrink uncontrollably as he moved in front of Omar.

"Now then, let's try this again." Tenpa said before blowing dust into his face.

Omar was blown out of his seat, out the room, out of the entire house. Soon he was further into the air and everything the ground was growing smaller. Stars streaked across his vision as he left Earth. Soon he was out the Sol system and he was in awe. Then he finally stopped and was given a view of as much of the universe he could see. Astrology Always interested him but this was beyond his imagination.

He started moving again. This time though he going forward instead of backwards. The stars flashed by in myriad colors disappearing as soon as they showed. Then the planets flew by. Pluto, Uranus, Neptune, Saturn, Jupiter, Venus, and he now next to Earth. As a matter of fact, he was heading straight towards Earth. Fear quickly set in as he rocketed towards his homeward careening through the atmosphere. As the ground grew closer Omar closed and braced for him to smash against the concrete. The moment never came though.

Heistantly, he opened his eyes and he was falling anymore. Instead he was standing in front of a house. It seemed very familiar but he couldn't quite place where he remembered it from. As he took a step towards the house the world seemed to crumble and fade away like dust. Omar coughed as the remains blew in his face and made his eyes water. Closing his eyes the feeling quickly disappeared. When he opened his eyes he was back in the chair like before.

"Good, good. This a very productive session. We will continue again tomorrow." The doctor shouted with glee.

"What happened? What did you do to me?" Omar asked groggily.

"We just had a nice productive chat. Someone will be down to clean you up." The doctor answered, leaving the room.

Omar looked confused and felt pain when he tried to move. The pain grew immensely as he saw what was the source. His entire chest had been marked with small but surgically cut incisions.

Doctor Tenpa smiled as Omar screamed in horror and pain from the basement.

Omar was standing in front of the house again. A two-story single family home that was green with white shutters. He recognized this place now. It was were he grew up. It seemed like a lifetime ago since he had been here. But there was something wrong.

He looked around and couldn't find a single person. There weren't even the normal city sounds. Strangely enough though, he felt calm. He didn't have a care in the world. In fact, he was actually pretty happy to go home.

The door creaked as Omar entered the house. The same yellow walls of the hallway. The leaning coat rack that was missing part of one of it's legs. It was all so familiar and calming. He walked through hallway until stopped in the living room doorway.

His heart jumped up into his throat as he saw his father sitting on the couch. He was still just like he remembered. A bottle in hand and watching tv.

"Well don't just stand in the doorway, boy." His father barked.

Omar quickly shuffled into the room before taking a seat in a nearby love seat.

"That's a fancy story you told that lass. Best part is that you even believe it." His father mocked.

"What- what are you talking about." Omar questioned, shocked that he was actually speaking with his father.

"You know, boy." The man laughed and took another swig. "Us being a family of cops and soldiers. Carrying on the tradition." The man laughed even more and it made Omar shivered in his seat.

"The only thing we have in common with those people is the people we killed." The man turned to him, serious as can be. "Nothing more."

Omar squeezed eyes shut and shook his head. "This isn't real. It's not really happening."

"Ah, the brat makes his return to say hi."

Omar eyes opened and widened at the woman in front of him. "Mother."

The woman remained stone face but nodded. Omar looked around. The room was bare except for a man in a chair in the center of it with plastic wrap around the floor beneath the man.

"You remember this day, don't you?" She strode towards him and pointed at the man. "I'm sure you remember this guy atleast."

Omar's head flared as he recognized the man's face, the room, everything. This was day he met his true parents.

"I remember." He whispered.

"What do you remember?" She cooed in his ear.

"I came home from school one day. No one was in the house and the basement was unlocked." Omar spoke, recalling the memory as it pour into his head. "You killed a man down here."

"We killed a man down here." His father seemingly appeared put of nowhere. "One of the many times your mother and I did but the first time you were there."

Omar's chest tightened and I got harder to breath. "No, no. You're lying." Omar turned and ran out of the basement.

His breath ragged, he slammed the door shut and held it there. "It's a lie, it has to be lie."

"It's not. Sorry to disappoint you." A voice called from behind."

Omar spun around to find his parents standing before him.

"I don't understand."

"It's quite simple really." His father said while pouring himself a glass of booze. Your mother and I were contract killers and you found out."

"You were also so ashamed and scared of us that you convinced yourself that you had different parents." His mother continued. "Ones with more respectable jobs."

Omar fell back against the door and felt his head surge again. Memories, ones that he kept buried, forgotten over time. He remembered them.

Men and woman coming to the house occasionally but never leaving. The basement door always locked, the faint smell of blood in the house that he grew used to over time.

"Of course, you couldn't forget everything." His father sat down and took a sip from the glass. "All that training, and fighting."

"That was all us." His mother gestured to herself and his father. "Our gift to you."

It finally dawned on him, why they would do that. "You were grooming me." Omar figured it finally.

"Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner." His dad sarcastically declared.

"But you were too soft." His mother hissed. "Too weak to kill. Hell, even to watch it."

"But you killed to save your friend didn't you?" His father stalked towards him.

"And you killed us too. A bit ironic, honestly." His mother added. Omar felt a sharp, intense pain in his abdomen. Looking down he could see his mother holding a knife in his gut. "Allow us this small bit of payback."

Omar fell to his knees and clutched his stomach. This felt way too real.

"When you come back again. Try to put up a fight." His father spat, smashing the glass into his face.

Dr. Tenpa smiled devilishly as his subject writhed in his chair and rattled on. Amon gave him two weeks to get results so he would make good use of his time. Plus he acquired information about his patient's background.

Bluish-purple light rose from the patient's body and swirled around his limbs like ethereal snakes. Tenpa had always known that there was more to this world than was seen. Bending was proof of that. But human/spirit hybrids he had experimented on in the past and now this proved there was alot he didn't know.

It excited him. A sick intellectual impulse told him to press further. See just how powerful this new ability was. Furthermore, what benefits could the Revolution reap for using this.

The subject could heal from grevious injuries within hours but what was the glowing about. Was it a sign of his power? Was it his power? Tenpa actually had a simple solution to find this out. Cause the subject enough to the point where the body adapts and unlocks it's dormant strength. It was similar to the fight or flight scenario. There were multiple cases of ordinary humans doing extraordinary feats while under lots of stress or high on adrenaline.

Omar suddenly began screaming out and writhing in his chair. The calm swirls began to surge and pulsate wildly whipping in all directions. Dr. Tenpa watched with great excitement as various objects in the room began to lift into the air and float.

"Incredible." He watched as the teen writhed in his seat. Scalpels, hammers, gauze and other items gravitated towards the Omar and were surrounded by the same bluish-purple aura.

There was a sudden stillness in the room as Omar stopped screaming abruptly. Tenpa stared at the young man curiously but felt a knot in his gut. A wave of the aura exploded in all directions sending Dr. Tenpa off of his feet and all the suspended items crashing into the walls across the room.

Tenpa felt a calm weightlessness as he flew through the air and a tingling sensation all through his body. It was unlike anything he ever experienced in his life. A wide smile crept on his face as he got up from the blast.

It was time to give Amon a call.

Omar awoke in his cell unbelievably sore. It had been ten days since Amon left and it seemed the doctor had made a breakthrough during one of the many 'sessions' he had with the doctor. According to the doctor he had the ability to manipulate objects without touching said object. But it wasn't telekinesis or a rougher version of airbending either.

Unfortunately for Omar, this meant the doctor used every opportunity to test his limits and uses. The training was obviously pain driven and turns out the doctor wasn't a big fan of failure.

They started small at first. Move a spoon, a bowl, a cup. Despite the power being new to him, Omar was able to pass the trials with relative ease. It was until he reached the bigger objects that he started having a hard time. With each time he used his power he could feel his energy draining and lacking. It wasn't long before exhaustion set in.

"Focus." Tenpa hollered, cracking the whip against Omar's back. Omar winced but didn't have it in him to oppose anymore. He was too tired.

Omar focused back on the chair. It wasn't like star wars where you could more or less feel the object you wanted to move. It was more chaotic, that was the best way he could put it. While he could focus on the chair, it felt more like the area around it was bending and fluctuating. He could feel the energy in the air moving around the chair.

Omar's body felt tingly and weightless as the bluish-purple haze surrounded his limbs and danced. He could feel the energy pooling into his arms as he reached out. Omar couldn't necessarily feel the chair but rather the energy around it. Omar tried lifting his hand now, the chair wobbled slightly and slowly lifted into the air.

"Subject has gained the ability to somehow alter an object's density. Was able to make a simple wooden chair light enough to float." Dr. Tenpa observed, writing into his clipboard.

"Mr. Omar, try something different." Dr. Tenpa demanded. With gifts like this the possibilities are endless.

Omar groaned but complied nonetheless. Omar pooled all the energy into his arms once again but focused on making a ball of energy instead of focusing on the chair. He tried making it dense but on account of his arms almost breaking he went with a lighter density. Omar slung the purple orb at the chair and as soon as it made contact the chair was flung backwards in the wall.

In normal circumstances, Omar would have been ecstatic. He was essentially using telekinesis. But right now he just felt tired and hungry, unbelievably tired and hungry. Even more so, he was terrified. Terrified of the fact that he would have to use this ability on his friends and innocent people. But it was either that or let his friends die. Omar collapsed where he stood and last thing he saw was the doctor walking over yelling something.

Something smelled delicious. The savory aroma of elephant koi tickled his nose and roused Omar from his sleep. Opening his eyes Omar could see that he was sitting at a table. A plate of food sat in front of him along with a wide assortment of foods gathered at the center of the table. Omar looked around, he was back in Dr. Tenpa's house only this time he wasn't imprisoned.

The food beckoned to him, and he felt a hunger unlike anything he experienced before. Omar dug in forgoing any utensils and shoveled the food in his mouth. Meat, vegetables, and fruits all found their way into Omars stomach but it didn't seem like enough. He had enough for four people before an uninvited guest stepped into the room.

"Seems like you developed quite the appetite." Amon quipped, walking into the room.

Omar glared at the masked man as he took another bite. "Come to collect me already?"

"Yes. The good doctor has been kinda enough to keep me updated on your status. Fascinating I must say." The awe in his voice was sincere and full of intrigue. Omar couldn't really find the same enthusiasm.

"To be able to move objects with your mind and heal as quick as you do. It's unlike anything the world has ever seen."

"And now I have to use it against my friends." He interrupted bitterly.

Amon's cold gaze lingered on him for a second before he moved to the head of the table. "Your friends are standing in the way of progress. Progress cannot be stopped and anything that tries must be eliminated."

"What will happen to Jin and the others?" Omar asked losing some of the animosity.

"If you do what I ask then all of them will live." Amon said in a matter of fact tone. "Of course, the airbenders will be equalized as well. Now are are you ready to join me?"

Amon reached in his jacket and pulled out a mask. The mask was similar in design to his own but lacked the red circle on the forehead and was a light purple color. It also sported two large white teeth that protruded out the corners of the mouth. It was terrifying to look at bit it was somehow fitting given his recent abilities.

"Take comfort in the fact that no one will know who you are." Amon placed the mask in front of Omar. "So what will it be?"

BOOM! Cliffhanger. What's up everybody, hope you enjoyed this latest chapter. Now I know what some of you are thinking. 'Hey Mumbles, I thought Omar came from a military family and ran away? What about Miami?'

Fret not, peeps. I have an explanation. Simply put, he lied. And can you really blame him not being open about being the lovechild of two killers. About Miami, I will explain what happened there later. Much later unfortunately since I plan on this being a long running book. Any non spoiler questions will be answered in PM if some people are lost or upset

I really hope I'm living up to your standards for this book and I'll see you in the next chapter.