Author's Note - The beginning of this chapter's going to a little different than the others. Hope you don't mind. =D

Disclaimer - I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender. I doubt I will own Avatar: Legend of Korra either...

"No one fights dirtier or more brutally than blood; only family knows it's own weaknesses, the exact placement of the heart. The tragedy is that one can still live with the force of hatred, feel infuriated that once you are born to another, that kinship lasts through life and death, immutable, unchanging, no matter how great the misdeed or betrayal. Blood cannot be denied, and perhaps that's why we fight tooth and claw, because we cannot—being only human—put asunder what God has joined together."

― Whitney Otto

"Pathetic."

Death kicked the Huǒ off to the side, leaving a large crack on its cranium. The skull groaned, not getting up.

"I seriously thought you would put up more of a fight. Oh well, see you later, my siblings."

He turned and started to walk away, when a voice called, "St-stop...Death..."

"You're still alive, sis?" He asked, not turning around. Suddenly, a bloody blue hand grabbed his shoulder. He turned his head and grinned at Shuǐ, who was bleeding heavily, and giving him a death-glare.

"What...happened to you?" She growled, and Death brushed off her hand and she fell to the ground. The woman placed both hands on the ground at her sides and pushed up with all the strength she could muster. Her arms trembled violently, and she growled, and attempted to pull a knee up beneath her. Then Death's pure black scimitar impaled her back, and she let out a scream.

"How do you not remember?" Death spat, and twisted the blade, causing Shuǐ to scream even louder. "DO ANY OF YOU REMEMBER?"

He placed his foot on her back and retrieved his bloody blade. He then stepped back, and the shadows flew and began making a box around him. He screamed, "Until I find out who did it, I will make all you pay with blood!"

Then the shadows sealed him, and the box disintegrated, and Death was gone.

Stephanie Kennedy

Stephanie opened her eyes, only to have then close again. Augh, why is it so bright? She thought, and sat up. She felt the floor, and discovered it was very smooth, and then she opened her eyes. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she gasped.

Surrounding her were tall clear buildings, tinted gold. The ground was golden, but se-through. The place was a large city, sitting on the clouds. The sun shone in the sky, and she blinked, not willing to become blind.

"Was it you?"

Stef whirled around, and saw a man, wearing black robes and hood. He was equipped with a long black scimitar. The scimitar had screaming faces embedded on it, and the handle was wrapped in bloody, torn bandages and no hilt. The heel o the sword was spiked, and the blade was splattered in blood. The man spoke again, with a voice that changed tone, as if many people speaking at different times: "Were you the one that killed her?"

"N-no...?" Stef stammered, taking a few shaky steps back. In a flash, the man was suddenly in front of her, and he seized her wrist. The man pulled his hood down, and Stef gasped. The man had glowing crimson eyes, and fanged white teeth. But he was awfully familiar...

"Isaac!"

The man was a look-alike of Isaac, but with slight differences. Instead of sports goggles, he wore regular rectangular glasses. His black hair was slightly longer, and he was about a foot taller and sporting a few small scars on his face. He also had a slight beard. To Stef, he looked like an older version of Isaac.

Then Stef noticed the man was studying her face, eyes widening. He whispered, "Impossible..."

The man released her wrist and took a few steps back. Stef then noticed the man was trembling, and eyes wide with fear.

"Impossible, y-you can't be her!" The man screamed. Then he let out a battle cry, and rushed at Stef, blade reared to kill. "YOU CAN'T!"

A glowing arrow whizzed by Stef's ear and straight into the man's chest. The man screamed and collapsed, but to Stef's surprise, he wasn't bleeding. The arrow was glowing, and seemed as if it was made of light itself.

"Stephanie! Get out of the way!" A voice shouted. Stef leapt out of the way as two more light arrow flew, but the man rolled out of the way. The man stood and broke the arrow attached to his chest, and the broken arrow faded and disappeared.

Stef then turned to her savior and her jaw dropped. The only way to describe the person was that it was an angel. It had large white wings on its back, and glowing white robes. It's eyes were mismatched blue and red, and no halo. Long blonde hair draped down its back, and Stef figured it was a woman. The woman had a long, glowing bow with the string made of light. A light arrow suddenly formed on the bow, and the woman prepared to fire.

"Guāng, what sick joke is this?" The man roared, pointing at Stef with his gloved hand. "Why does this child look like her?"

"Because, this is her reincarnation, Death." Guāng replied, and released the arrow. It flew towards Death's face, but suddenly was sliced perfectly in half by Death's blade.

"Then," Death said, and lowered his blade. His expression changed from furious to sad. For a second, Stef felt bad of the man. "Do you know who did it?"

"No, I do not. I'm sorry, brother."

Death then took a step back as if the woman slapped him. He closed his eyes a bit longer than a standard blink. Then he growled, and opened his eyes, and they were now a strange shade of silver.

"Liar. You're a liar. EVERYBODY'S A LIAR!"

The man rushed forward, right at Stef. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, and raised the sword over his head.

Then, blinding light cast down on Stef, and she shielded her eyes. Then, she felt herself falling. She opened her eyes and found herself falling. The roar of outrage from the man ripped through the heavens, and was the last thing Stef heard before she blacked out.

"Death, was she that important to you?" Guāng asked. Death stood in a daze, staring where Stef once was before a flash of light engulfed her. He blinked, and slowly nodded. Without another word, Death turned and walked away, and Guāng sighed.

When Death was out of sight, the city came to life. Other reincarnations walked about, setting up stalls and examining the damage. A woman, with blue eyes and dirty blond hair walked up to Guāng, and had a small smile on her face. The angel turned to her and said, "He misses you very much."

The woman's smile widened and she replied, "I know."

"Did you know he's lost his mind, since you left."

The woman's smiled faded, and she closed her eyes. She whispered, "I know."

Isaac Santos

Isaac suddenly felt himself laying on some hard surface. He heard many footsteps around him, and some screams. Wait, screams?

Isaac's eyes opened and he sat up. Surrounding him was a crowd of people. But, the people seemed to be made of complete shadow. They were faceless, their ages varied from small children to olde people, and were wearing plain shadow clothing. "Huh, shadow people?" He muttered, and stood. The Shadows backed away, but Isaac ignored their presence and looked around. He was in a kingdom-like city, which were also made of shadow. In the distance, there was a large shadow castle. The sky was a shade of silver, and the sun was purple.

Isaac blinked, and turned towards one of the Shadows and asked, "Hey, do you know where I am?"

The Shadow made a surprised gesture, and then turned his head to both sides of him, as if asking the other Shadows for help. The other faceless people just 'looked' at him, expecting the unfortunate man to do something. Then someone shoved him towards Isaac, and the other Shadows made gestures to move forward.

The Shadow man faced him, and took a few steps forward. Isaac noticed he was being cautious, as if he thought Isaac would rip him to shreds if he got to close. Isaac said, raising his hands in surrender, "Hey, I won't bite."

The Shadow then reluctantly outstretched his hand, and Isaac blinked. Then Isaac grabbed the man's hand, and then memories flashed into Isaac's mind, clouding his vision.

There was a small, dirty room. It was only a little larger than an elevator, and dry blood and dirt was smeared on the stone floor and walls. The stench slapped Isaac in the face, and he felt sick to his stomach. There was a large black slate, which Isaac knew was one-way glass. Next to the glass was a speaker, with a lantern chained to it.

In the center of the room was a man, with messy white hair, and tattered white robes, looking around aimlessly with bloodshot eyes, not noticing Isaac. He was strapped to a chair, with metal beams going to a shoulder wide platform above the man's head. On the platform was a bowl, with some liquid in it. A few feet in front of the man was another small table, with a red button sitting plainly on it.

"Where am I?" The man screamed, trying to shake free of the straps, causing the entire chair to shift. The small platform above shook, and the bowl's contents flew down in about three little droplets fell onto the man's shoulder, and started to steam. The man screamed as it burned away at his skin, and Isaac backed into the wall in fear.

"Hello there, Light Bender." The speaker said in voice that changed every other word, as if it was a chorus of people.. And what's a Light Bender? "You, and your people, will suffer for their crime against the Shadow Royal Family-"

"What crime?" The man breathed, his shoulder now holding three bleeding wounds, the wounds surrounded in burns. The speaker was silent for a minute, then continued:

"The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom has been murdered, exactly 3 days, 4 hours, and 27 seconds ago. The King of the Shadow Kingdom has ordered complete destruction of the Earth Kingdom, Water Tribes, Fire Nation, Air Temples, Light Realm, and Republic of Energy until we find the murderer. We have currently destroyed the Light Realm and Republic of Energy's cities, towns, and taken all civilians captive. Since you have a history violence, we have ruled you out as one of the suspects.

"The King has requested not to kill, but to test all civilians with different symbolic traps. You, Light Bender, was a normal father, with a wife, and two children. But you had an obsession: stealing. It started from little things, into expensive objects. It was a drug to you, and you lost control. Your wife tried to leave you, so in a fit of rage you trapped her in your own home and burned it to the ground, killing your family.

"Today you can redeem yourself. Above the chair you're attached to, is a bowl of corrosive acid. In front of you is a button, which will use Shadow Bending to release you from here, and open the door. When you try to move the chair, acid will drip and start to burn away at your skin. You only have one minute, and when it runs out, this room will become your tomb. Live or Die, Light Bender. Make your choice."

The man was shifting his chair to get closer to the button, only for more acid to dip down and burn away at him. It was horrible, terrible. Isaac tried everything, shouting, yelling, shaking, but it seemed everything he touched, his arms faded right through them. The man couldn't hear him, but if he could, he wouldn't be able to out of his own screams. Chunks of meat and blood splattered onto the floor, making Isaac pound on the button, only for his hand to fade right through the table.

Isaac then looked away from the man, to the one way glass. He ran at it, and faded right through the wall into the next room. When he saw the man standing there, the world around him shattered.

The man was him. It was unmistakably him. The face was the same, his black hair slightly longer, and stubble across his face. He also wore black and red robes. The older Isaac adjusted his rectangular glasses, and was grinning at the man's pain. The younger Isaac had his mouth open, gaping at the monster in front of him.

Then Isaac heard a thud, and both Isaacs focused on the man. The man bit down on his lip, and then leaned forward, causing the chair to tip, and the platform smashed into the wooden table, also hitting the button. The door slid open, and a black flash sliced all the straps, and the burned man groaned in pain and rolled out from the chair.

"I made it...´The man breathed. "I made it-"

Suddenly, the door slammed shut, and the man's eyes widened. "What-" Then he stood, clutching his burn wounds. "WHAT'S GOING ON?"

The older Isaac leaned to the speaker and said, "I gave you only one minute to get out of your trap, an out of the room."

The older Isaac stood from his chair, being about two feet taller than younger Isaac, and flipped a switch, causing the lantern inside the other room to go out. The younger Isaac listened at the man pounded on the door in vain, clawing at it, desperately trying to open it.

Older Isaac leaned to the microphone and said, "Game Over."

Then he walked out of the room, and younger Isaac fell to his knees, head in his hands. It couldn't be him, but it was. The impossible, was now possible.

Suddenly Isaac felt himself being sucked out of the memory, and felt the hand he was holding let go and fall. He opened his eyes to the screams of the Shadows, and saw the Shadow standing before him laying on the ground, decapitated.

A shadow loomed over Isaac, and he felt fear explode from his mind throughout his body. Slowly, he turned around, and his blood froze. It was the same man from the memory, but now wielding a large black scimitar, but dripping with blood, and noticeable red eyes. His hood was down, and the man was grinning with fanged teeth.

The other Shadows backed away in fear, and Isaac was frozen in place. Then Isaac's eyes narrowed, "Who are you?"

The man's red eyes blinked, staring at his younger self. Then he said, "Call me Death."

"Where are we?" Isaac asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Fear was eating away at him, but he didn't want to show it. Death sneered and replied, "This place is your spiritual body, child. But what you don't know, that your spirit is created by all these spirits."

Isaac blinked, and took a step back. "What?"

"Oh, did that memory not tell you enough, kid? Well, I was pretty stupid when I was your age as well."

Without warning, Isaac struck Death across the face. The Shadows gasped, and Death stood there stunned. Isaac muttered, "I'm not like you."

Death then genuinely smiled, and then grabbed Isaac's head and lifted him into the air. Death leaned into his face, and the world around them became silent.

Death whispered, "I can change that."

Isaac felt a headache come on, and Death dropped him onto the ground. Isaac tried to get up, and felt something clawing at his head. Pain escalated from irritating to excruciating, and he screamed, clutching his cranium. Memories were melting away, being reformed into gruesome, horrible deaths of Light Benders, and Emotion Benders.

Death smiled as Isaac's last memory faded, giving him with these new memories. Then he snapped his fingers, and Isaac started crumbling to dust, still screaming. Before Isaac's head disappeared, he heard the words:

"Game Over."

Author's Note - AAH! PLAESE DON'T SHOOT ME! I know I used the 'Game over' thing from Saw, but it fit so perfectly! New chapter soon!

Updated - 12/3/2011