Bolin took a deep breath in and out, in and out. He walked down the road to the only person he knew could help him. It was kind of depressing really. What if this doesn't work out? Bolin asked himself. What if he regects me? Bolin shook the thoughts out of his head and walked forward.
Opening the door, Bolin tried to get his hand to stop shaking. He was not going to be a mess when Bolin went to see Verrick, he refused. Looking around, Bilking saw a familier face.
"Julie," Bolin yelled, waving her over. She signed, stalking over to where Bolin stood.
"Hello, Bolin. How may I help you?" said Julie in a dry voice, there was no expersion on her face. Bolin lean rned to get use to it.
"Hey Julie. I need to talk to Verrick. It's important," Bolin said in a rush.
"Do you have an appointment?" she asked. Bolin shook his head. "What? No. Julie, Verrick knows me, and I'm sure that he wouldn't be happy that you aren't letting me in." Julie shook her head.
"Nobody talks to Verrick without an appointment. Come back another time," Julie said, walking off. Bolon signed and sat down on a nearby couch, putting his head in his hands. Bolin got up, ready to leave when he saw Verrick walking down the stairs, mindlessly talking to Julie.
"Verrlick!" I shouted.
"Bolin! How ya' been?" Verrick yelled, smiling. Verrick walked over and patted me on the back. I beamed at Verrick. He was always a good friend and seemed to care for me, he was also rich. Both those reasons are why I was here now.
"Verrick I need your help," I said. He looked taken back, but didn't lose his smile.
"If its money, Bolin, I can help you there," Verrick replied, beaming.
"Something happened to me, Verrick. I think you help me with it," I said.
"What do you need to know?" Verrick asked.
"Tell me what you know about the Neo-Blacks campany," Bolin demanded. "Everything, even little details, you don't think are important." Verrick seemed confused. Bolin guessed he didn't get many demandes about this. Verrick shook his head.
"I know as much as the average person. They don't say much. They don't even said anything! It's like their hiding soemthing," Verrick said.
"Are you sure? Do know who runs it?" Bolin asked. "Verrick, please, this is really important." Verrick stroked his chin, a look of deep thought on his face, or at least as deep as Verrick could get.
After a few seconds, Verrick threw up his arms. "Nope, nothing. Anything else you need? I'll doing anything you need." Bolin was about to refuse when he relized Verrick could help him. Verrrick was powerful, if Bolin had him on his side, he could probably gte rid of the sprirt with a little time and research, before it could hurt anybody he loved.
"Actually, there is something you could help me with."
"Jinora, honey, come here," Pema shouted to her daughter. Jinora groaned and got off her bed, setting down the novel she was reading. She opened the door and stepped out, going to the parlor, where she found her mother and father sitting.
"Mom, Dad, what's going on?" Jinora questioned, sitting in an armchair acrossed from her parents. Her parents looked at each other before facing Jinora.
"We know about you and Bolin," Pema said in a rush. Jinora nodded, noticing Tenzin sitting in a stony silence. Jinora was dreding when he decide to explode.
"Look nothing happened last night, I just had a bad dream, and I fell asleep there. Nothing happened," Jinora said weakly. Pema took a deep breath and Tenzin's face looked absolutly red. Jinora was scared out of her mind. Nothing could compare to the feeling of talking to her about boyfriends, especially a boyfriend who four years older than her and found her sleeping in his bed. Yeah, this talk was starting to make sense.
"We just want what's best for you. We love you, honey, you know that," Pema said, reaching over and patted Jinora's hand.
"Jinora, I never what to see you do that again, ever! If I ever catch you doing again, I'll-I'll, skin you both alive. You here me? Both of you, Tenzin yelled.
"Tenzin!" Pema yelled. "What was that?"
"I felt it was nessicary to do that," he replied, shrugging. Pema rolled her eyes. "Glad we talked, Jinora." Jinora nodded. "Yeah, um, me too, I guess."
Jinora got up and walked out of the room, watch her father as if he was suddenly going to get up and chase after her. She all but ran down the hall tl get to her room. When she got there, she opened the door and sat down on her bed.
"Well, that was emabessing."
Bolin woke up, scared out of his mind. He sat up straight, rubbing his eyes. When did his life get this out of control? Bolin barely slept a full night since he was taken.
Every night, it was the same dream. He was killing masses. He didn't spare a soul. The women, the children chinging to their mother's skirts, all of them. The sprirt smiled in his sleep, it was the only time Bolin could see it. The dragon told him that he liked killing those people, that Bolin found it exciting. In truth, three nights in a row, Bolin vomited from how sick he felt afterwards.
Laying back down, Bolin stared at the ceiling, trying to sleep. He had a random thought. What if he forced the creature out? Would that work? Bolin closed his eyes and strunched his eyes together.
"Get out," Bolin said, force in his voice.
Just what do you think your doing? asked the sprirt. It laughed, or at least Bolin thought so.
"I'm getting rid of you." Bolin told it. The beast stayed silent for a moment, then responded, That's a very good idea. I wish I thought of that.
"Shut up, nobody was talking to you," Bolin said, sternly. He could almost see it rolling it's eyes in his head.
Who were you talking to then? The other sprirt in your head? the creature replied. Bolin rolled his eyes. "Your annoying, I hope you know that." The creature chuckled.
You love, though, don't you? Please Bolin, say you love me, the creature mocked. He really need a name, Bolin thought. He decided to name him Ben Dan, a rude name children used to call the rich in the street. It meant idiot.
Ben Dan, really? I would have thought you would have came up with a better name. Something original. Ben Dan said.
"I like it," Bolin said, shrugging.
You love it, don't you? The dream. You love the power, the thrill. I can't blame you, Ben Dan taughted.
"No I don't. Why do you think I'm trying to get you out? Why am I going to Verrick?" Bolin demanded.
Your afraid, Bolin, your afraid of what you could become. With my help, you could become the most powerful cresture on the plant. Even the Avatr will bow to you. She'll be at your feet, begging for mercy. Now tell me Bolin, who wouldn't want that? Ben Dan said.
"Me," Bolin said, simply.
"Bolin who are you talking to?" shouted Korra, behind his door. "It's happened, hasn't it, you finally gone craze, amd here I thought I was going to be the first one to go."
Speaking of the devil, Ben Dan said.
"Shut up," Bolin moaned, throwing a pillow over his face.
"Excuse me," Korra yelled.
"No not you, sorry Korra," Bolin said.
"Who are you talking to, then," Korra replied. "The voices in your head?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. I named him Ben Dan, it means idiot," Bolin said. There was a moment of silence from behind the down.
"Bolin, I really hope you joking," Korra said, after a minuted, before walking of.
"What happens when she finds out I wasn't?" Bolin asked himself.
Better hope that doesn't happen. It sounded like she was wanting to be the first to lost her head, Ben Dan joked.
"Shut up, Ben Dan," Bolin groaned, and for once, it listened.