Bolin never felt happier, more alive. Who new coming back from the dead could do that to a person? He was now sitting in his bed, staring at the cieling, a doppy grin on his face.
He and Jinora sept the day walking around the city, hand in hand, checking out old sites they seen a million times. But seeing them together made everything different. It made things better. Who knew?
Better than spending the day with Jinora, Bolin thought Ben Dan finialy lost control of him. Maybe it was because he died. Ben Dan, when he prarically forced Bolin to his death, had a certain plan in mind. To take over Bolins body. He need a souless body, at least that's what Bolin could figured. It was thr best theory he came up with.
Just because Ben Dan couldn't seem to take control of his body didn't mean he quit trying. In fact he tryed ten times harder. It worried Bolin, but at the same time it comferted him. It showed Bolin was in control, not Ben Dan. He could feel Ben Dan that very moment, swimming around his brain, trying to find weak spot in the protection Bolin didn't even releize he put up.
"You can stop, there's no piont anymore," Bolin told Ben Dan.
No, no, there must be a way. I'm sure of it! Ben Dan mumered, not listening.
"Stop, please, your giving giving me a headache," Bolin said, his tone almost cheery.
Don't gloat. I already know you won, so don't rub it in. I need a way out, I don't want to die trapped in a body, trapped in a funking idiot who doesn't even k ow the amout of power you have. Oh, and by the way, you got lucky this time. Next time you die, you die and your not coming back. Which means I die too. You die, we both go down. Keep that in mind. Your lifes not the only one on the line.
"Why would I care? Why would I care if you die? Why would I care what you feel? You done nothing for me. Hell, you killed me. I'm going to be celebrating when you die. I'm going to throw a party when you die," Bolin snarled.
Bolin could almost hear Ben Dan laughing. You can't celebrate, you moron. And you named me idiot? Why was it that I was put in the stupidest mind in existence?
"My brain is a bully free zone," Bolin replied and closed his eyes. He barly heard Ben Dan shout, Idoit! before drifting off to sleep.
"We figured it out," an excited voice said to Julie. She slowly opened her eyes. Standing in frount of her was a grinning Verrick. She wanted to ask what they figured out, but she didn't ask questions, she just did what was told of her. Some people, though mainly her friends, asked her of it was hard, keeping everything inside. She told them no, because she knew what happened to Verrick's other assistances who spoke out.
Julie never thought of Verrick as evil, curropted, yes, but never evil. He was too, she didn't know the right word for it. But somewhere deep down in Verrick, he didn't know what he was doing was wrong, he just wanted the money. And it didn't matter how he got it.
Verrick stepped into the lab room, where he was spending most of his time. Julie was too, but she left for the last three hours to sleep. Thats one of the things Julie didn't have much of anymore, sleep. Though she learned how to opperate just fine with only four hours of sleep. The key was coffee, lots and lots of coffee.
She followed Verrick over to the scientist bent over a lab tube, not even noticing their arrival.
"Bolin said the Neo-blacks ejected something into him, but he didn't tell me what it was. I think he knew what it was, but he didn't tell me. Our scientist friend here," Verrick patted the scientist back, which earned him a evil glare, "figured it out. Mind telling the beautiful lady hear what the secrect ingeridente?" By anyother person, Julie would have blushed by someone calling her beautiful, but not now. He probably didn't even mean it.
"Its from a lighting spirit, who died a little over a year ago. How they got the blood is beyond me, but they have more, I'm sure of it. There is no way that they gave him all the blood in that creature. If they tried, I'm very sure he would explode, litterally. They would have to be scraping pieces of him off the wall," Julie made a face that the scientist laughed.
"What's your point?" Verrick asked. The scientist rolled his eyes, not believing someone could be that stupid. Even a nine year old could see the piont. He wondered how Julie put up with him.
"May piont is, soemwhere there's the rest of the corpse and its blood. If you want to creat your own hybrid, you need to find this comany and steql their blood. You can't do anything until you do that."
Jinora thought she lost Bolin forever. Her first crush. Her first love. Her first boyfriend. Gone forever. Just because of one single shot to the chest. She knew she should be like all those girls in her books. The ones who refuse to believe their love is dead. But Jinora saw the body. She new their was no chance.
The other types of girls who weren't search for a love were already planning to kill themselves. The first girls Jinora could understand, but thought the second girls were crazy. Until Bolin.
She never would kill herself, though the thought did cross her mind. SHe was eleven, she could die just yet.
Jinora knew she was suppose to hang onto the little thread of hope that her boyfriend wasn't dead, but she say the hole in his chest, a person doesn't just recover from that.
In a way, she hoped, and hated herself for it, that Bolin was reall dead. Because that would mean whatever was in Bolin would be dead. Whatever was in Bolin when he attacked Mako was not Bolin. She remember the thing that happened to Bolin,the thing they put in him. It wasn't suppose to kill, or try to kill the ones he love. It was just suppose to be an add on, like bending.
It was never suppose to go this far.
Now, whenever Jinora saw Bolin, she was afraid she would be the next one he went after. And knowing herself, she didn't stand a chance. If Bolin lost control, she was dead, she wouldn't even have time to fight back.
She was doomed.
Mako paced back and forth in his room, guilt eating him alive. Bolin was back, which was great, but it was also because of Mako that he was dead in the first place. Bolin didn't even remember, or at least he acted like it, but that didn't matter. Mako remembered.
He hit the wall, putting a hole through it. A few second later, he felt his hand starting to hurt, starting to turn red.
Let them, he thought to himself. Tommorrow, when Asami comes and wakes him up, she will see the hole and ask what happen. He would look away and say nothing. She would presser him, but he still wouldn't tell her, and finailly give up. Sometimes he missed Korra, but he would miss Asami more.
The pain distracted him from the guilt, his hands were starting to throb. He signed and fell down onto his matress. Sleep didn't come right away, he just stared at the back of his eyelids, focusing on the darkness. He tried soemthing that he hadn't done it a while. It was a little game that used to help him sleep at night.
When Mako was little, he would say a word over and over until it lost meaning. He remember thinking too hard about his name, and thoguht it was crazy how he was named that. It didn't make sense, it still didn't.
The first word that came to his mind was death. Mako found himself thinking of it over and over, but it just made him fell bad. He gave up and moved onto sky. This word was simpler. He did this for over an hour. Finally, sleep found him.