Authors Note: Okay back to the main story! And like I've said a million times, for those of you wanting to know more information of the last two months and unknown missions that occurred, go to mastermind123 stories for some recaps on situations and awesome navy-seal, type fighting! This is the last time I will be giving this notice (thank god), please enjoy and review!

Khai

"Like I've said a million time Miss Carra, my son is almost 19. He's sloppy, he's predictable, and there is no way he can escape the elite Equalist tracking squad", Bao said eagerly as if he wanted to show them their skills.

"But are you sure, is what I'm asking. He's been missing for almost three months and he's eluded most of the Equalist party, why are you still so confident?", the reporter asked again.

"Because, we have never tried. The Equalist party is focusing on the good of the people, and it will never come if these benders are still here", Bao assured her.

I laid in my bed disgusted, my own father was talking such bullshit over the T.V it almost made me want to smash it. I was upset over the date with Kya, my night had been ruined over the sight of his dead friend Bozu. However I didn't want to make a big deal to Kya about it and ruin her night as well. Dammit, why would we wonder onto a fishing pier? There's nothing romantic about fish!. My head ached from his many thoughts that crammed into my head.

When I had returned home that night he had slept for awhile, the very next day he went down to Chief (Lyn) Bei-Fongs to ask where he could find Bozu's body to pay his respects. After I had returned home, he had noticed that Ruan and John were missing, however I had noticed that his own refrigerator had been crammed with random food that he had never eaten before. Along with a drink that had a vile taste of dish soap.

After checking all the useless junk in his room. I jumped into bed and he turned on the T.V, to my surprise my father, having an interview in front of the Kyoshi Way capitol building. Sadly however it had been fully consumed by Equalists.

"Well I'm glad we can all say it's going to be perfectly safe city, once we know that all the benders are gone", she said very happily.

"Oh yes, and trust me when I say you won't have to wait much longer. Amon has a something very special in mind to save these people from bending tyranny, but for now it remains confidential", Bao said uttering a quick, deep laugh.

"And I can proudly say that we are all so eager.. you know expect for those benders..", she paused and both of them laughed, "But Bao tell me about what happened with your ranso-",

"Bullshit! All of it!", I said shutting off the T.V. I knew my father was faking everything. His true intentions of peace, his attitude, and I bet he had no idea what Amon was doing, he was just a pawn. The sound of my father disrespecting me over the television infuriated me, I sighed heavily trying to relieve myself of my headache. My mind wandered on what I would have to do when the time came I had to face my father and would i then be to late?

Who knew when the full Equalist takeover began but we could only hope for Avatar Korra's assistance when it comes down to our last battle.

I had been on many missions with Porter, rescue and ransom missions mostly. Some which I had blocked completely from my mind. I try so hard to erase those evil thoughts but I can feel them, clouding my mind with sinister idea's. I have grown darker.

"Up the fucking stairs go!", a voice that I had been familiarized with echoed outside my apartment. I turned my head towards the door, my curiosity had been intrigued.

"He's not breathing, get a respirator on him now!"

"It's not dust Porter, it's his skin! He's badly burned!"

"Dammit Dayton, just do it!"

Khai's personal thoughts

Dayton? A name I had only heard once. He had been part of John's team of "assassins" as they called themselves, however how they all got here.. well he still never told me. All that he told me only made things in my world a lot more painful. He had said that he and his group weren't the only ones here. A man by the name of Robertson and his Republican Guards had entered this world not to long ago. Shortly after he was being chased by the assassins, headed by John. That I know of.

On our way back from a mission John told us a story about Robertson. I wanted to hear it, about why he was tracking him but the story had already made my blood froze. He had corrupted John's world, destroyed his life, and murdered the one he truly loved. John had told me much about Jordan, expect that she was his true love. On the night of returning from one of our regular scouting missions, John's chilling tale had scared itself into our brains.

It wasn't his fault, no not at all, it was our curiosity that led us to who we are today. It had been Ruan, and I that had sat in my room and we had been listening. Another member by the name of Vlad had been listening at the door, his head had been down, he had already heard this story before. At one point he had left during the middle of the story, disgusted by the events that occurred.

As John was about to tell what had happened to Jordan, Dayton, the groups sniper or long range specialist had entered. "You don't have to say Porter, this is none of their concern", he said. They had obviously been like brothers but he was more quiet then the other members I had met. John didn't stop his story but Dayton had left the room.

John had told us how Jordan was raped and then shot by a man named Robertson who had entered our world as had he did. The way that he had inflicted pain into him and his world had been unforgivable. He had turned one another people each other, creating nothing but pure violence just to get to power. His succession led to the Republican Guard or his personal followers. John had followed his assassins who believed in Preditorian Communism, I had know Idea what any of this was and I couldn't bare to ask John to say any more.

After a long silence John stood up, his head hung low but not in shame but in his own person prayers towards her, and how he will do everything in his power to stop Robertson. Robertson was a man of pure evil, and I couldn't help but to compare him to Amon or my father but what John had been feeling was different. He had started dating Korra but I couldn't help but wonder how he actually felt. I felt guilty about making John tell us of his pain

Reality

I nearly knocked down my door. My shoulder collided with the wood, sending it wide open but I wish I didn't. My heart had stopped and my vein grew chill. I could see Dayton and Vlad hauling in Ruan , who had been on a stretcher and had been severely burnt. My hearing had been dulled, everything felt like it had been going so slow, seeing my best friend like that had crushed me.

They had been yelling at one another as they pulled Ruan into his own room. His skin had almost looked shredded, his eyes had been shut, and it was almost if I saw smoke and ash rise from his mouth. I had even seen John running towards me.

"Khai! Khai! Dammit Khai get your fucking head out of the clouds, we need you to stay back!". I shook my head back into reality, had noticing I had actually been trying to push through into his room.

"John..w-what..", I had been to stunned with fear to say a word.

"Stay back Khai, you'd just get in the way", Vlad had said at the doorway of Ruan's room. Anger had begun to build, and I grasped john's shirt.

"What the fuck happened! Is he alive!", I shouted. Vlad and Dayton had been Ruan's room.

"Khai please, we don't -"

"No dammit Porter what the fuck happened!", Now I had been trying to push myself into the room.

"Khai calm down and listen!"

"NO! My friend could be dead and I need to know what the hell happened to him!", I slammed my shoulder into the door, it swung open. My anger had gotten the best of me, and I had no idea what I was doing.

Time seemed to had froze, my stomach turned violently seeing my friend lying nearly incinerated and on his bed. Other members of John's assassins, one I hadn't even met had already been prepping him room, like John had known this would happen. A man in a medics outfit stormed up to me pushing his hand onto my chest. It wasn't until I felt John's hand on my shoulder pulling me back, when I officially gave in.

"Hey, we need you out of here!", the man ordered. An icy pain ran through my head, I grievously stepped back, having the medic slam the door into my face and all went quiet. I turned to John, with a horrific expression of pain on my face. My face went pale as I slowly stumbled back to my room.

"Look Khai, his heart is still beating but for right now we everyone to remain calm, especially you", John assured me. I didn't say anything, I didn't even acknowledge him. John followed into my room, stopped me from shutting the door. The door hit his shoe, blocking me from closing it. My head hung low but I looked up at him, my eyes turned blood red.

"Khai, Ruan is hanging by a thread and we need you to stay out of the way for right now. Promise me you won't do anything stupid that will involve us?", John said. My bloodshot eyes met his, my anger was strained, and hated began to pour.

"Khai please-"

"Fine"

"I know what your feeling right now, and-"

"Who did it?", I said trying to hold back my anger.

John contemplated whether or not to tell me, "I'll tell you everything once we know Ruan's-"

"WHO!"

John looked back and forth between Khai and Ruan's apartment, he knew that they needed him in there. He took his foot away from the door.

"It was a pridesmen by the name of Mao and-"

That was all the information I needed, I slammed the door shut, and walked over to my dresser. I had heard bits and pieces about The Pride, I had three of them along time ago when they were chasing Ruan and I. Ruan suddenly caught on to their plans but instead they attacked us, I had assumed they died from our little incident from when I first met Porter.

I had heard over the television that The Pride had killed off the Equalist Vp and WLP Vp. It had been a huge event when I told John, I could see that he had been shocked a little but he hoped not to get involved with a petty "gang" such as them. What was a mystery to me was that if they were bender supremacists, why would they kill someone who supported them? Unless he had turned against them somehow? However to pull off a couple of stunts like that is incredible! Not to mention the details the reporters were suppose to tell, who knows what secrets they were hiding! Like how many were in that gang.. or clan.

Other then that information I knew already, The Pride remained a mystery to me but I know knew about a fourth one called Mao. They would pay in blood for what they did. My hands dug through my dresser, under all my shirts on the top drawer I took out my sword. It was a curved sabre, innovated by John so that each side was bladed. It had a slight curve, but it had been able to slash and cut through a pig carcass in one swing. I pulled out the hidden sheathe and through it onto my bed.

Admiring the silver shine that gleamed off my blade I knew that it would do the trick. My facial expression didn't change, it had hate written all over it. Someone tonight will die by my blade, the edge of my blade aimed towards Mao's heart. The only hard part was trying to find him, but if he attacked Ruan here in this district he couldn't be far. My blood boiled and an extreme pain ran through my veins but it only encouraged me to go through with my plan.

I slightly opened my door, only one of my eyes peering through the crack of light which showed the stairs leading down towards Ruan's apartment. Nobody was in sight, I heard many voices coming from Ruan's room. I walked out of my room, entering the courtyard of scrap and storage. The louder the voices got it only frightened me more, I could only pray for his safety.

That and find and kill Mao of The Pride

The Pride Sanctuary

Kessen laughed widely, "Yes! Yes! two pairs of fours I win again!", he slapped down his hand revealing two pairs of fours. Depressed moaning went around the table.

"Fuck, my money! What did I continue playing?"

"How the hell am I suppose to eat tonight? I'm not getting any free food, grilled with saliva from that shitty bartender!"

"Son of a bitch, Kessen you cheater!"

Monna, Chen, and Kenten were forced to put all bets into the middle, or "the pot" in this case. The sound of metal coins (yuans) bounced and clicked together as they were thrown into the pot. Kessen smiled, his tattoo covered arms reaching across the table to collect his winnings. Putting his winning change in his pocket he continued to fold up the yuans and put them into his wallet.

"Relax, you'll be able to win it all back", Kessen assured them, "But your going to need money to play!", Kessen said again laughing as if this was a huge scam. Monna was the first to stand up, violently freezing the cards in her hands. She began to walk away.

"Not on your life asshole", she said tossing the frozen cards into the pot, they shattered instantly. Chen depressingly counted the change he had left over, they clicked together in his dirty hands. "Yea I'm out to", he said grievously. He stood up and walked over to the bar. Kessen frowned at them and shook his head with a sinister smile.

"How bout you Kenten? I bet you would like a chance to win all this back. But then again your loaded, so why bother!", Kessen said mocking him.

Kenten sighed, rubbing the sweat off his forehead, "No"

"What? C'mon Kenten you can't be serious?"

"I am serious, now shut up and leave me alone", Kenten rubbed him face with his hands and flicked his cards onto the table. As Kenten got up so did Kessen blocking his way from wherever he had been going. Kenten looked down at him annoyed, even though Kenten was smaller then him, he was still a big pain.

"Your still pissed aren't you?", Kessen said with a slight grin.

"Fuck off, Kessen", Kenten replied trying to push him aside but Kessen wouldn't give.

"Look man, we got beat, it's over, forget about it! Or did you forget about our abilities?", Kessen said. Kessen had been a little right, Kenten, Kessen, and Sento all had the ability to use sand to dive underground and travel at massive speed to anywhere they desired. However once Kenten knew they had lost to a couple of young adults he had been pissed. They weren't even benders yet they still beat them, not to mention nearly destroy his ankle.

"Yes Kessen we got our asses kicked but that doesn't mean we just sit here and pretend everything's fine! It's not, we're elite sand benders and if you want to actually become strong enough to overpower some fucking kids, at least attempt to show some initiative by training harder! Unlike you Sento isn't drowning himself in alcohol like you and Chen always do, you both are a waste of this clan!", Kenten shouted.

He pushed passed Kessen, without letting him say a word. He entered his room and slammed the door shut. Kessen sighed heavily, maybe he did need to train harder. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around, Chen had been standing behind him the whole time holding a glass of gin. Kessen frowned angrily.

"Worst fucking time ever Chen!", he took the glass and smashed it on the ground. Bits and pieces of glass were sent flying in every direction, not to mention the gin that laid soaking in between the tiles on the ground. He left without hearing Chen's response.

Kessen walked on throughout the halls of the sanctuary. He had never explored the halls, he had spent most of his time above ground blaming the Equalists on events he caused or drank himself to near death.

"Kessen", an ominous voice called out to him behind him. He quickly turned around, down the hall a dark character stood. Kessen squinted his eyes but couldn't make out any detail of him. The halls hand been lit up by lights but still he could not see the man's face, it was as if he was talking to a shadow. It stood their all dark, it was if see was completely intangible. In fact Kessen could see right through him!

"A ghost?", Kessen laughed at the thought and drew up to balls of sand. Diving them out into rod shaped weapons, almost like spears. "Alright, I don't know who you are but I'll send you back to the spirit world you demon!". His bending went mad, his spears converted back into normal sand and flew around smashing into the walls and eventually pinning him against the cold, damp concrete.

Kessen cried out in short pain, "W-what ability do you have that allows you to control others bending? A-are .. you a sand bender to?", the thing let out a short but evil laugh. He could feel his own sand grasp against his neck, compressing him harder around the throat. Every time his heart beat, it was harder for him to breathe, Kessen couldn't help but to feel terrified.

The thing hovered over, it didn't need to walk. Kessen desperately gasped for air, "W-who...are.. y-you?", he managed to sputter out. His bending hand somehow been completely blocked. How? Nobody had touched him. It hovered over to him, he could now make out the details. It's eyes sunken in but red as blood, it's teeth sharp enough to penetrate metal. an aura of darkness surrounded it and with every breathe it took sent chills down Kessen's spine.

"I have a mission for you.. and your reward will be your life!"