Plain truth, no excuses, done.
-One. I promise I'll re-edit once a few future chappies are finished so that you can catch up, and I can have time to go over chapters.
-Two. Think I haven't noticed? Members of the Council aren't taking ANY action and/or dialogue-yet I only mention them as 'silent prisoners being held captive' in each chapter so that I can drag them along with the plot. That'll be changed.
-Three. Delete some overuse of profanity because they're unnecessary. And just because a character curses, doesn't mean it describes their feelings and reactions any better. Slight cussing. Not as much.
-Four. Lack of description and understanding you are receiving. First chapters are based from the first few LOK episodes. After that it's all me coming up with the story. And this counts as my confirmation of an upcoming trilogy, split up into three parts- and they won't be published as separate stories. To those confused, this is still part 1.
Part 1 will be called COMPLICATION. Part 2 will be a title from the poll. Part 3 will be called JESTER. I'll also be putting the Last Time On Finally Together...(so, so, and so happened so you'll be reminded)
-Five. Still being honest. I'm editing from the VERY FIRST chapter up to this one. Yet, I have no idea when or how often I can update, so hang in there.!
Thank you for taking the time to go over this interruption of an author's notice. This AN will be deleted once part 1's finished :)
-Fuschiaphoenix
"AGH!" Uncontrollably his arms and knees shook as he crumpled to the ground. A green fabric fluttered like a leaf until it touched
His attacker huffed, wiping her damp brow with her sleeve. "No use for that anymore," she remarked. "Oh hello..." her eyes wandered to the equipment the Equalist left behind. In other words, weapons she was desperately in need of.
My old glove is junk. Complete garbage. I mean, how could this happen? Electrocuting people with that thing was my favorite form of self defense! Flexible, quick, and efficient. Now it's only a hand-shaped material with blue and black wires sticking out of it. But the weapons he dropped...are so much better.
I carefully picked each one up. Very. Steadily. Another glove, two of them. I'd say that my dad-no. Hiroshi, has done a good job with these, actually. Ironic when you think about it. How I use his own weapons to backfire him. I don't need him. I don't want him as a father. Terrorist. I still don't understand how I could be living under the roof of a terrorist all these years. And how we could even share the last name.
Sato.
Asami Sato. Non-bender, only daughter of the infamous industrialist, Hiroshi Sato.
Sato.
Nope. Not even an ounce of pride of that anymore.
Korra was so exhausted that she wanted to fa. But she wouldn't. She's been out of this fight long enough. Her sight lingered to what used to be a huge wall that was supposed to be protecting the compound. Walls of fury reduced to broken and slushed ice. But it wasn't just her hands burning from the cold or boots sinking into the snow. It was her forehead that ached now.
The residue of guilt embarking on an untold journey to build up and break her down from the inside. She felt like the personification of failure. She left Mako to die. Had Avatar left an injured person in time of need during a battle? Korra spat at the ground. She might not have said it, but merely stating it in her brain disgusted her. But her first objective; to do what every Avatar's supposed to.
Her feet skidded to a halt, splashing slush of snow in her face. "Is that...?"
The raven hair and dark overcoat was unmistakable. "Asami!"
Korra quickly regretted this for two reasons; it may have seemed desolate-like the Equalists have retreated, but she was sure that wasn't the case. Second, it just felt awkward.
Korra had found Asami at Mako's last request, and she was going to help. But if it wasn't for Asami, Mako would have let Korra at least stay with him. But the heiress turned around, "Korra! Korra!" first looking frantically for any other Equalists, Asami ran so fast she skidded to a halt. Korra didn't look at all excited to see her. The Water Tribe girl's head was hung low-and most importantly, avoiding eye contact.
The awkward finally shifted, "Korra, what's wrong? Did something happen?
"Mako...he..." she paused and covered her mouth with the tip of her finger. She shifted the conversation to a walk and talk when she silently strolled towards the front of the compound. Asami nearly stumbled over rubble attempting to follow. She completely ignored the Equalist machinery along the shoreline.
"Korra. Tell me. Now."
"Let's just say that we practically asked for the worst, and we got it." She had to choke back a sob. Yet she was still calmly strolling towards the shoreline. Dangerously close.
Asami fell to her knees and grabbed her raven locks. She now knew the true effects of what the Equalists could do. But she never expected for them to drop down to this level. She never wanted to hand it to them, but they proved to be true terrorists. A small meaningful prayer, "Rest in peace, Mako. I hope you get what you want." Salt water dripped down her eyelashes, "You can finally be with your parents."
"W-was he..." she stood, "gone when you found him?"
The girl questioned carelessly stomped atop the intricate gold and blue carvings on the gate that laid flat on the ground. Besides the footsteps, the air was still questionably silent.
Somewhere back in Republic City, a young woman went over the list her father had given her. Flicking a worn out pencil between her fingers, she strolled down a narrow corridor.
'weapon testing.'
Check.
'sort out room keys'
The keyrings jingled and swung around her finger. Check.
'prison and guard duty'
A side note; Get rid of the Avatar's pet.
There was a slight pit in her stomach mentioning the polar bear dog she hasn't had sight of in a week. But the box next to the task on her clipboard was unmarked.
…..
Not sure.
"Hey...Tahno? Tahno!" she called.
No answer.
She mused, 'You've gotta be kidding me,'
But if anything she learned to complete tasks by herself when it's absolutely necessary. She shrugged. Mingyu rendered it useful to just get it over with, anyway.
A few footsteps and a turn around the corner, "Tahno!"
Silence.
'Mysterious weirdo. If he wants me to do all the chores, then all he has to do is just say so,'
Her fingers flipped over key after key until she found the chipped bronze one. She exhaled, twisting the doorknob. Mingyu scratched her left brow and tried again-one hand on the doorknob and her shoulder to the door. She tried once. Crashing sounds from the other side, but nothing. Another time. The door creaked open by an inch.
A small sliver of light peeked through. "What's going on?" A woman called from the other side.
The Equalist was aggravated. Mingyu yelled, "What do you think is going on?! The door won't budge! Open it now!"
Silently scolding herself, Mingyu knew that it wouldn't happen either way. Clang! She could tell that the cell doors already broke loose. Now she was in trouble. "Hey!"
On instinct, Mingyu slammed her boot against the rusty hinges. Not much progress, but she continued. How she wish she could just burn the door down with a flamethrower-which would just ruin the Equalist base and other rooms surrounding it. She wished she had equipped a crowbar which Tahno brought along with him to fix the shed-
Her thinking was on pause, then played forward. Tahno had been gone for 6 hours. Mingyu had been wondering if he was on another 'assignment' or whatever else. Second, it wouldn't take even the slowest person to open a shed with a crowbar on the other side of the base. There was a small window in the room, their way of escape. And just when Mingyu had finally caught them and pieced everything together, she lost. Criiinnnggg. The sound of the window latch unlocking. Freedom.
…...
Her fingers were too close to her head. She could rip her hair out.
Her nails were too close to her face. She could peel her skin off. And now, she's had enough. She was done. But anything related to suicide was definitely not the answer.
I'll be proof reading and changing chapters 1-3 over the week.