I prepared for three days. My inner fire has been lit and no one, and I do mean no one, is going to stop me. I didn't tell Bolin what I was planning, but he knew I was up to something. He begged me not to be rash and I told him I'd do my best not to.
I did my best and it wasn't enough to hold back the fire. It has spread thoughout me these last few days. My preparations fueled the flames. I imagined melting Asami's little barbie face off, just to see what kind of ugly girl is underneath all that makeup. I'm not going to kill her or anything- I'm not THAT awful. I just want to get revenge. Make her stop saying things about me.
When the day arrived that I was ready to give her a piece of her own medicine, I texted her number for the last time. Meet me at Jherico at two. I felt stronger than I ever had, though I looked like hell. I tied my hair back in a ponytail and stood in the mirror. Heavy, dark bags had grown under my eyes from lack of sleep. My cheeks were a bit sunken in. My collarbone stuck out from my dark skin unhealthily. I looked terrible. But even as I saw that, I saw that my masculine muscles had receded, my waist was more defined, my legs were more shapely. I couldn't decide if I looked wonderful or awful. I put on my black skinny jeans and a white wifebeater. I hadn't even realized I still had this... Mako's shirt... I let no tears fall. Instead, I pulled on my boots, Threw my red scarf around my neck, and steeled myself for the cold December afternoon.
Jherico used to be my favourite place to go with Mako. It's a "club" for high schoolers and pretty much the coolest place in the world. We used to dance there and we woujldn't leave until half the night was over. Telling Asami to meet me there is a big slap in her face- the first part of my plan.
It's snowy days like this that make me glad that I can bend fire. No chilling snow gets into my boots, I don't need gloves to keep my hands warm, and no snowflakes land in my hair. I feel warmer than ever while walking the mile to Jherico.
It's almost two when I sit on the ground behind Jherico. I check my phone, and no new texts have come in.
"Expecting someone?" a girl sneers nearby. I look up and see Asami, not ten feet away, arms crossed in front of her chest. "You look like hell." I chuckle as I stand, smiling to myself. "What, you think I'm kidding? Look in a mirror. Then again, you might break it." I roll my eyes at the childish remark and start walking towards her.
"What do you think you gain, Asami, by trying to put me down?" My eyes narrow in anger. "What do you gain by trying to kill me? Nothing. All you gain is my wrath- something you couldn't stand up against." I break out in a sprint towards her, eyes glowing with fury and screaming at the top of my lungs. She starts to look nervous, having no defense against me. I throw icicles sharper than knives at her, but she manages to roll away from them. I cover my hands in fire and grab her arm. She screams in pain, but I've lost it.
"Let's burn away all the garbage and see what's left inside!" I shout, moving my other hand towards her face. She screams in fear and I smile until I get grabbed from behind my four hands.
"Korra! What are you doing?!" I yell in anger, struggling to get away- to get back to disfiguring that bitch's pretty little plastic face.
"Let me go!" I scream, brushing my fire hands over the ones holding me back. The owners of the limbs shouted and released me. I scrabbled back over to the half-conscious witch and form an ice dagger in my hand. "Now you get to know how it feels to have your heart ripped out!" I raise my hand that held the dagger and brought it down, only to be shattered. I spin around, glaring insanely at the source. I saw Bolin and... Mako, looking at me fearfully. Their looks of terror brought me back. I looked at my fist over Asami's heart, and get up. I shove her into a snowbank and walk away.
I've lost all my friends now, I think as the boys run over to Asami, helping her out of the snow. I turn my back on them and start to trudge down the street. I let my fire grow, melting all the snow within a five foot radius of me. Bolin shouts something indistinct , but I ignore the sound.
"Oof!" Someone tackled me into the snow. "Let me go! I stopped! Goddamnit!" I struggled against the weight on top of me, but it was too heavy for my weak body.
"Stop it," a voice I hadn't heard in months said. He was calm, restraining me like the policeman he was. He snapped handcuffs around my wrists, although he knew I could escape them in a matter of moments. I stopped moving, stopped breathing entirely. If I moved and inch or breathed in at all, I would start balling my eyes out. I wouldn't. Not in front of this guy. I refused to look at him, but as soon as he dragged me to my feet, hot tears begin to drip down my face. I closed my eyes and gave up. Nothing matters anymore to me. Nothing at all.
He made me sit down in front of Asami on the ground outside of Jherico.
"Talk. Both of you. Explain this whole mess," Mako demanded. Asami pretended to be innocent.
"I didn't do anything, sweety, she just attacked me." I lunged towards her, spitting fire out of my mouth with the goal of burning more than just a little bit of her arm, but Bolin caught me and dragged me several feet away from her, mumbling that he was sorry under his breath.
"You lying little bitch!" I shouted. She flipped me off and stuck a handful of snow on her charred skin, groaning in pain.
"I find it hard to believe that she would attempt to kill you for no reason," Mako said. My heart jumped into my throat, then plummeted into my stomach. Stop being stupid Korra... I tell myself.