Two weeks without a boo or a bah? I know… I'm awful. I feel awful. Please forgive me. I apologize sincerely. Which is why this finale is two chapters instead of one – Bonus Chapter - that and this beast turned out to be twenty three pages long and I thought "Uh… maybe I should cut this thing in half…" XD
Make sure you're on THE RIGHT PART. Btw, this is PART ONE.
Please enjoy…
PRESENT
"We could mount another attack on the wall using the helicopter to take out Amon's snipers. It might buy us enough time to-," Iroh's advisor began.
"Amon's men would shoot down that helicopter long before it could became useful." Suyin interrupted.
"I suppose you have a better idea?" He snapped irritably.
Her sister nodded, "We circle around the wall and come from behind, their guards are focused here," she pointed to the side of wall nearest their location, "Doing so would allow for a two legged stand."
"Our people would never reach that side of the wall before the fences gave." Lin interjected
"Besides," Iroh added, "we have eighty seven men, not nearly enough to mount a two front assault."
"What about the tunnels in the mountains?" Kai asked, "Can't we just go there and wait for the migration to pass over?"
Lin shook her head, "The migration will flood the city with undead, most of them will get lost in the streets or trapped in buildings." Lin explained, "Even if a majority of them exit the city, the sheer amount of them left behind will be unsurpassable.
Suyin nodded in agreement, "And we wouldn't survive more than a few days underground thanks to Amon's men confiscating our supplies."
Kai clenched his cut up hands into tight fists before spreading his hands wide and exploding with frustration, "Well we have to do something!"
"He's right." Korra sighed and continued after a beat, "None of those ideas will work simply because Amon would never open those gates. Period. He's going to sit back and let the undead exterminate us."
"That's what I've been saying," Iroh's advisor from before agreed, "We should just be grateful of the time we have left with our families. Instead of standing here wasting time."
"I didn't say that," Korra said. She looked to Iroh's engineering advisor, "Do we have another truck? Like the one Amon's men were loading up with supplies?"
His shaggy eyebrows knit down, "I'm sure we can find one, but how is that going to help us? It's like you said: those gates shut tight."
"That's why we're not going through the gates." Korra's statement brought a certain silence to the room. She turned and looked out the window. Below, filling the immense garden was the immense helicopter, "We're going over them." She waited for the attention to return inside the room, Suyin shaking her head ready to object, "And we're taking a trailer filled with undead with us."
Silence. Then-
"You can't be serious," Iroh's most conservative advisor said, "haven't you seen the hell on earth the undead are responsible for? All the people they killed? All the-," he broke off shaking his head, "It's more than monstrous, it's unacceptable."
"The monsters took our supplies then left us outside the wall to die," Jinora reminded him.
"So that excuses everything we do to them in return?"
Tonraq broke his usual calm silence, "If this were Amon's men would he even be having this conversation?"
The advisor shook his head, "I can't believe the level you're all willing to sink to in order to save your own skin." The older man began exiting the room.
"Where are you going?" Iroh inquired.
"I'm going to go spend these last few minutes with my wife and grandchildren. If any of you want to hold on to your humanity, I'd suggest you do the same."
After a moment of indecision footsteps marked the five men and women who seemed to agree. "Anyone else?" Iroh asked. No one moved. "Good." Iroh moved on without even seeming bothered by the disloyalty that had just been displayed. But Korra understood just as Iroh had. One way or the other those who had left were doing what they thought was right, "I guess the next question is whether this is even possible?"
His engineering advisor pursed his lips, "A Yasuk 47A can lift about eighteen thousand kilograms. Removing the trailer from a truck, plus the undead, the mounted gunnery, presumably five passengers…" he hesitated making quick math, "It's possible." He then added his anecdote, "Absolutely insane, but possible."
Lin rolled her shoulders and crossed her arms, "We still have to solve the problem of getting atop the wall and opening the gate. This is all for not if we can't bring in reinforcements to completely take the city."
"I have that one covered," Kai said to everyone's surprise, "What?" he looked around the room at skeptical eyes, "I'm allowed to be smart too."
"Alright, kid," Lin shrugged, "What do you got?"
"Harnesses. I'm sure Amon and his men confiscated more than a few when they brought in all those bandits. He probably didn't realize what they were though. We used a harness to get over shorter walls people erected around the compounds when we raided them. They work with gas pushing against small but powerful fans that are strapped to our backs. They've got this claws attached to steal wires. You aim the call at a wall, fire the wires and it winds you in like a massive fishing rod. I bet Amon's guys never figured out what they were for."
Kai paused knowing the thoughts in everyone's mind, "Look, I'm not proud of what I did to survive those first few months, alright? But it can help us out now."
"He can't go alone." Korra said.
"Jinora," Iroh said calmly, knowing the weight of what he was about to say, "You'll go with Kai to scale the wall. You know how to operate the gate."
The two stared at one another. Shame washed over Kai and he looked to the floor. Jinora hesitated before nodding and giving her respectful compliance, "Sir."
1 HOUR LATER
Asami Sato could not recall how she had gotten here. She didn't know exactly where here was. Only that it was dark.
However, she could remember the pain. She could feel it even now laying here. The tormenting pain tunneled into every pore of her body like the fuel of a jetliner. She opened her mouth to scream, and then remembered the smoke. She held in her scream for fear she'd release what little air she had in her lungs.
She searched the room. What looked like a hospital made from what had once been a dining room. She lay atop a gurney, with the head slightly inclined. Her arm lay in a sling over her stomach.
She threw her legs from the bed and groaned as her muscles strained.
Her first step was easy, the second was a reminder.
She came down hard, her hands flipping a metal tray and sending scalpels and tin bowls flying through the air. Her world shifted, falling forward to the side and she sunk down like a brick. The moment her leg made contact with the floor a jarring pain shot throughout her body. She but her head against the floor, reaching down to console the injury but stopping short as she gathered sharp intakes of air.
Could her ankle be so badly sprained? She wandered before looking downward to inspect her ankle.
This time she couldn't contain the scream that exited her lips.
Her leg.
She moved it. She commanded it to move but nothing happened. Only a ghostly presence of something that had once been there but no longer was. The pants she wore had been clipped back at the knee. As if she'd rolled her pants, but instead of exposing her long flowing leg, it showed dead air.
Her eyes bulging she searched the fabric as if she'd find the ligament tucked away between the fabric of the pants.
"My leg!" She began cried horrified. This was a dream. She gasped for breaths that couldn't seem to find her. She gasped and clutched the fabric, "Where the hell is my leg!" Her mind fired commands. Right toe move. Right foot shake. Right knee bend. Right calf tense. Right toes…something. Do anything. Just do. Just be.
"Asami?" Someone said. A voice only vaguely familiar. She didn't care. She kept firing commands even when that someone approached her.
"Asami."
She ignored them, right until they placed a hand on her shoulder. She reacted without thinking, her fingers searched the floor for a scalpel. She reared her hand back and rammed the scalpel straight through the muscles of the hand grabbing at her.
"Ah! Dammit!"
As they recovered she went back to her leg. Shocked at her indifference for their well being, shocked at the terrifying truth they lay invisibly in front of her, but more than anything shocked at how much she'd been attached to the limb and only just now realized it's importance. She felt hot tears stain her eyes.
"Asami-,"
That hand. She wanted to rip it's owner to pieces. Instead she created distance between them and scuttled across the floor with her one good arm, the other in its sling useless, her backside knocking against an overturned tin bowl. With only one leg to drive her back she must have looked like such a freak. They'd made her a one legged freak. She panted, looked down at her leg and once again returned to the fabric. To the sensations shooting through her body.
"Asami! We don't have time for this!" She recognized the boy now. It was a Beifong, Wing. He wore a gun across his shoulders, a machete on his hip belt. "The fences gave out. We need to load you on the bus so we can get out of here. We need to leave now!"
"What-?" Asami searched for answers. Where was Korra? What had happened to her leg? Where was she? Was this some sick joke?
Wing removed the scalpel from his hand, jerking from the sting it produced. He grunted, shook his hand, tossed the scalpel aside and advanced on Asami. Asami scuttled back further and felt her back making purchase with a set of counters. She looked around, her hand took hold of a piece of metal. Light. Blunt. It would be a bloody vicious murder.
Wing hesitated. He took a step back from the girl. He peered into her eyes and saw someone ready to kill him for even one more step being taken towards her.
Asami spoke quickly, her breathing frantic, her eyes flickering to her missing limb, "Korra?" her heart slammed heavily against her chest, her stomach tightened in her ribs, "Where's Korra? She was buried. We need to go pull her out right now!"
"She's fine.
Her frantic words slid to a halt. Her heart erupting in her chest with an uncontainable joy, "Korra is alive?"
Wing nodded, his expression changing as he took in Asami's relief, "Tonraq and Iroh saved her."
Iroh.
The images that rushed into her mind made her drop the metal in her hand to the ground where it clattered loudly.
Images of rain trekking down the bridge of Iroh's nose, before flowing to Asami's exposed flesh and bones below. The light catching the metal of a jagged bladed machete as he reared back his hand. Lightning cracking in the angry clouds all but drowning out her screams for mercy before he brought the machete down with a hard Chunk! The way the jagged metal met her bone and sawed through only half way; forcing Iroh to forcibly dislodge the machete's metal once more before hacking through what remained of her destroyed limb.
Wing kept speaking but Asami couldn't hear. She could only see Iroh's lower lip, tucked between his teeth as he defied her. The way his teeth cut into his lip producing a bubble of blood to mix with the rain drenching him head to toe. The violence of it all fittingly set in a violent rain storm.
"…She got it in her head that we could take the inner wall. Last I heard she was taking a trailer filled with undead over the wall to confront some top dog militant named the Lieutenant." Asami caught the last of his words and a new nausea settled in.
Using the undead to decimate an enemy? It was resourceful and almost poetic all things considered. But it was just another horror for the world to endure.
But wait. Why were they not already in the inner wall?
"Where am I?"
"The second inner wall. But the fences just gave out and we need to evacuate right now before this place is overrun."
They trained their eyes on one another. Could she trust him?
Wing could see her disapproval, "I know you want to see Korra. I know you're not interested in trusting me. But we need to get to the second bus-,"
The scent. The sound. It all filled the room so fast. The undead were close. Unnervingly close. He didn't finish his sentence. He didn't need to.
Asami threw her arm over his shoulder, he snaked his arm around her waist and they shoved up till they were in a slightly slumped over standing position.
At once they both began to make for the exit, slowed by Asami's need to hop with each step. They made it to the rooms exit just as they saw the first undead enter the mansion through the front doors. He was the first of an onslaught advancing, guided by the scent of living flesh.
"Shit!" Wing swore hastily taking in the dozens looming through the doorway, "This way," the well built young man all but hoisted her off the ground then as they quickly adjusted, shifting direction for an off shooting entryway that lead to what appeared to be a hallway shrouded in even more darkness than this portion of the mansion.
"Hurry!" Wing grunted between pants, his hand pinching painfully into Asami's side. The undead swayed, shifting in pursuit of them. He extended his decayed hands.
"Move it!" Wing said as a second pushed in behind the first undead. Then a second. Then a third. Then a wave of them knocking against one another in stupor, competing to sink their teeth in first.
"There's a back door this-,"
An undead swung around the corner stepping directly in their path. His hairless head swam into view with its jaw unhinged and its eyes intent on Wing's neck. The undead's hands seized Wing by his shoulder's and pressed his weight down on them in an attempt to take Wing to the ground.
Wing's arm came free of Asami's waist. Without his support gravity took over and Asami lost her sense of balance. Her mind sent the command for her second leg to catch her fall only for the world to cruelly remind her about what she'd lost. She hit the wall on her way down, banging against her broken arm. She continued to topple downward before settling a top a pile of bloody rags and empty bottles of whiskey. Within moments undead began to swarm her.
Wing reached for his machete and in one crushing blow he hacked through both the wrists of the undead. Wing's second arm snatched the undead by his jaw then drove him back and pinned him against the doorsill before he ran the undead's stomach through with his machete.
Intestines spilling between them, Wing removed the blade and with a firm thrust he split the undead's cranium in half. He turned back to Asami. An undead had roughly pinned her head to the floor, his knee grinding into her stomach as he unhinged his teeth around her slender neck.
Wing took a wide step forward, impaling his machete through the back of the undead's head. He threw the undead aside, using the residual force to cut down the second advancing undead, first cutting through the joints of it's arms, then readjusting his swing to cut out it's knees. As the undead fell forward, Wing pitched low, tugging Asami to her good leg, and pulling her through the doorway at their side.
He moved with his machete ready. His eyes on the long hall ahead of them. Rain water leaked loudly through holes in the ceiling. The loud rain echoed through the hollow hall. With each step light gave way to darkness and darkness placed fear in the pit of Asami's stomach.
"Leave me," Asami said hoarsely.
Wing didn't respond. He kept his eyes frantically darting back and forth, as each struggled step carried them closer to a destination void of any promise for salvation.
"Leave me." She said again.
"What?" Wing asked his face beaded with sweat.
"I'll slow you down and we'll both wind up dead. Leave me." Part of her wanted him to leave her. Not only because he was better off without her, but also because without her leg she knew what she was could be surmised I a single word:
Liability.
No group would ever allow her to remain a member as a liability. No group could look after her as such.
Behind them the undead poured into the haul in pursuit. Their steps staggering and swaying, but intent on seeking out their meal. Their stench bottled into the hollow space almost suffocating them by smell alone. Their writhing heat only that more putrid from the rain that soaked their clothes and the mildew that settled in their decayed flesh.
As if reading some of the thoughts flowing through her head Wing spoke, "I know you might think we keep you around because you're very pretty and scary level smart but the thing is we kind of, you know… like you and stuff." Asami couldn't help but look into the darkness beneath her. She searched for the leg that was no longer there. She'd never realized how much pride she'd place in her legs. How much glory she'd lost with that limb. Nothing would ever be the same.
Wing's words pulled her from her darkening thoughts, "Besides if anything were to happen to you Korra would kill me."
They came to the threshold of a room where the door was shut. What lay beyond the door was unknown. A crowd of undead? An entrance to another room? They couldn't be sure until they stepped inside. But they knew with certainty what lay behind them.
Asami and Wing braced themselves. He wouldn't let her die but some things were out of their control.
His hand reached for the doorknob and turned the metal with all their aspirations riding on what lay on the other side.
Kai had been handed the harness so quickly, strapped in so quickly. That even now, with his knees in the dirt, his eyes pressed against binoculars and his heart thrumming in his chest he couldn't believe how much was riding on himself and Jinora.
To his right Jinora sat silently. Her back rest against a tree, she hadn't checked her binoculars in nearly ten minutes. And if it weren't for the determination in the features of her face, he might have thought she was distracted.
He bit his lip, what was he supposed to say to this girl. How was he to explain what he'd done to her mother?
Making matters worse, he couldn't help but notice how flawless the girls skin was. How obviously pretty she was. How despite the venom underlying every word she'd spoken to him, he couldn't help but be attracted to the sound of her voice.
"There," Jinora said, she stood and Kai followed her lead. Jinora extended a finger and pointed, "its Korra!"
Kai pressed the binoculars to his eyes. He could just make out the shape as it descended from the clouds. The rain hammering to the earth so violently drowned out the approach, but he knew luck wouldn't last.
The helicopter even from here was massive and impressive. And the trailer was even more so, hanging from chords to hooks on the underside of the helicopter. The doors were shut.
Lin had used the storm to her advantage, only dropping down when she'd overcome the wall..
From here they could hear nothing. But the sight was bright and made Kai flinch. An explosion of orange and white as a bullet hit the side of the trailer and cut a clean hole through it.
"Crap they've been spotted." But they were too far up. If Kai could still see them they were too far up to release the undead. Kai's heart strummed harder.
He'd thought Korra had been insane. Filling a trailer from a truck full of undead. Luring them with live bait. He'd thought the mission would be called off long before it started. But seeing the revolving wings of the helicopter splitting the rain drops he allowed himself to believe there was still hope.
The helicopter doors opened, gunmen began to fire, and Amon's men returned it. the helicopter continued to descend in the sky rapidly.
Even Jinora, deep in some dismal state of depression seemed to be pulled back to the world for a brief moment, "Korra did it. She actually did it."
Kai and Jinora both looked at one another, a wide smile on their faces.
There was hope.
Tangible hope.
He hesitated, trying to remove the smile from his lips, feeling flames on his cheeks, he scratched the back of his head, "Jinora, listen, I-,"
"You can't undo what you did." She cut him off, "You can't wash that blood away. But a good place to begin atoning for your murder is to save the children of the woman you murdered."
Kai hesitated again. It wasn't forgiveness. Of course not. It wasn't even kindness. It was a statement of fact, that there was a good place to start.
Bang!
Their eyes both snapped to the wall. The helicopter had just release the payload. It was making a get away. Round after round of red and orange explosions came from the mounted guns of the aircraft.
Kai smiled. They'd done it. They'd actually done it. They could take the-
The flash blinded him for a moment. A single explosion followed by three more as fire touched the undoubtedly large fuel line. The helicopter was torn apart in mere fractions of a second, its occupants and metal blown to pieces and reduced to soaring senders in the sky.
"Korra!" Kai cried dashing from the safety of the tree line; he aimed the claw for the wall and watch as it shot out and took purchase.
"Kai! Wait! They might not have been able to open the trailer and release the-,"
Jinora's words of caution were wind as he pulled the red lever at his side and felt his entire body be yanked forward.
Gas spat against the fans in his belt with a loud hissing sound. His arms and legs were thrust backwards behind him sloppily becoming victims of the violent turbulence against his body.
He had to get over the wall. He had to see that Korra was okay. She'd have done the same for him. Hell, she had done the same for him. She wouldn't even be in this mess if it weren't for him.
His teeth rattled in his skull, the rain whipped against his skin like a thousand chorded whip. He shut his eyes and felt the sting against his eyelids.
And when the gas gave out, the fan system stopped propelling and the chord stopped being eaten by the gears at his back. He opened his eyes.
Gravity hit his lungs like a brick wall; taking away what little air he'd managed to gulp into his lungs.
He began soaring as momentum took hold. The rain around him slowly began to drift to what appeared like a stop at his side. He took everything in. He was above the wall. His arms and feet fell forward. Below him the guards took in the boy that seemed to fly with utter disbelief, their mouths agape, their jaws slack.
"What the-,"
Kai unslung his bow, noc and arrow, and released. The arrow zipped through the air as a man took aim with his gun. He didn't have time to take his weapon from safety, before Kai fired a second arrow that lodged in his eye socket, slamming him backwards with such a force that he stumbled back three wide steps and toppled over the other side of the wall.
Kai felt gravity against his body, determination in his mind, and when he looked down wandering why he'd come to eyelevel with another soldier, but still sank downward he found he'd just barely overshot the wall and was plummeting to his own death.
Korra's face lay in the mud. Rain blanketed her cheek; new wounds opened the old on nearly every point of her body.
A hard pressure fell across her abdomen and it took her a moment to register it was a foot. It rolled her over in the mud so she lay on her back, and when she opened her eyes she first saw the sorrowful sky that wept an all consuming gloom across the desert lands.
The next thing she saw was just as strikingly beautiful, but nothing about it was natural. It was the nuzzle of a gun extended from the hand of a man with a mustache. She only needed to look upon him briefly to recognize him as Amon's right hand. As the Lieutenant. He smirked, he'd thought he'd won. His men collected together around her, their guns raised.
"So is that it?" he asked her. Korra's eyes drifted to the sky once more. She'd done it. She'd gotten the undead into the trailer. She'd found a way to get atop the wall and open the gates. She'd journeyed through hell for the chance to have a happily ever after with the striking woman she'd fallen in love with.
She looked over at the trailer just a few dozen feet away. And all that had stood between her and everything she'd ever wanted was a thin piece of metal, locked into place, and keeping the undead from breaking free. Her Trojan horse rendered ineffective by a mere piece of metal.
Blood began to stain her vision from a head wound. Her body remembered she was in pain. But that didn't stop Korra from rolling back onto her stomach and outstretching her arms, painfully clawing through the mud. She had to move that metal piece. She had to set the undead free. She had to take the inner wall. She had to ensure that Asami would survive. Whatever came after that simply didn't matter.
Rain splattering the shrapnel wounds in her back Korra began to make her way through the mud. One inch after another.
The Lieutenant shook his head, "I've never seen something so pathetic." Said one of Amon's men.
That same man stepped through the mud just in front of Korra. He took another step, his foot landing atop her hand, weighing down, crushing her bones.
As Korra gasped for air, his second foot hammered into her jaw, flipping her onto her back in the mud. The Lieutenant "tsked" to himself, he extended his gun, the nuzzle to her temple, "You should have just stayed outside the wall. At least then you could have died with your friends and family around you." he cocked his gun, his finger pulling back on the trigger.
Kai overshot the wall by mere inches. His heart slammed in his chest realize the mistake he'd made in his haste to help his friend. The wall seemed to rip past him then as he fell. His hands reaching to catch a brick, a stone, something to stop the descent.
His eyes drifted down, the ground rushed at him.
What had it been worth? Two dead men and what? The gates wouldn't be opened. Korra would die. Mako would die. It was no stretch to say everyone he cared about would die.
All for nothing.
His body lurched then. A hand snatched hold of his forearm. His head jerked skyward to the flawless skin of the young girl above him. She gripped him tight, but the rain made their contact slick, he felt himself creeping downward. Her body pushed to its limit to hold on. She grit her teeth at the sound of men coming at her from both sides. They hollered in confusion at how it was she'd gotten up the wall.
Her grip was slipping, her hair dripping water from her face down to Kai's. They stared into one another's eyes. They seemed to be speaking the same language.
Their eyes burned with anger and anguish. They said that it couldn't end like this. They couldn't die meaninglessly.
Jinora's grip tightened around Kai's arm, her nails dug beneath his skin and with every muscle in her body straining to their maximum limit she swung him atop the wall. Their skin released, her arm still strained she whipped her leg into the chest of the nearest gunman.
Kai overcame the wall; an arrow already nocked his first shot to the man who had been calling the shots. His second arrow to the man who began to cry out that there were intruders.
Jinora whipped her numb arm into the face of a man, the water slick on his face making the attack sting. Her attack was weak, she'd torn something throwing Kai, she realized. That light sting encasing her arm was becoming more and more ferocious by the second. This fight had to be fast.
The boulder man stood a staggering two feet taller than her five foot stature easily. He was built like he ate entire hams for dinner.
She took a few terrified steps back, before steeling her resolve and charging forward as well. When their bodies met she leapt into the sky, high enough to grab his right shoulder with both of her hands and ram her knee into his stomach. He wound his arms around her back and began pummeling her ribs with such powerful fists it brought images of sledge hammers to mind. With each blow to her ribs she felt the bones collapse and bruise inside her body. A second blow to the same spot hit her with such a sharpness her vision blurred and she felt the unmistakable sensation of a rib breaking.
Gritting her teeth Jinora used the grip on his shoulders to push upward and gain enough leverage to bring her elbow down atop his head. It didn't deter him from landing two more bone crunching blows. Thinking only of gleefully splitting his skull in half, she brought her elbow down violently. The enraged blow must have finally registered because he stopped wailing on her ribs and focused on pulling the slender framed girl off.
His attention was too late, Jinora was unbendingly pissed. Even more violently than the last she dropped down her elbow with such a force that it sent painful vibrations through every bone in her arm. The blow hurt him more and he began to stagger about drifting in and out of consciousness. With one hand still gripping his shoulder, she used the other to pry his head to the side, and then dropped a finishing elbow to his exposed neck.
Kai reached for an arrow and found he had only one remaining from the ten he'd started with. Bodies littered the ground around him, arrows in vital arteries and eye sockets. More than two had been unlucky enough to fall from the wall. A gunmen was taking aim in front of him and he made a quick decision not to fire his last lucky arrow. Instead, he ducked below the nuzzle of the gun as the first round touched the air.
"Shit!" The man said as Kai broke into his personal space far too fast for him to react.
Kai dodged under the extended arm of the gunmen, jabbing his hand into his throat and watching him double over. Kai looped his hands around the gunmen's neck and brought him forward onto the flat hard surface of his knee. The force was enough that when Kai released him the gunman simply slumped onto the ground unconscious.
Two paces away Jinora was once again being charged by an arriving man.
Jinora dodged aside from the man. The man's eyes widened as he realized he now raced towards Kai. The young boy dribbled back on one leg and sent a rotating kick into the side of the man's face. The force sent him flailing for the edge of the wall. The rain parted as his body slipped through a puddle and was all but over the side when Kai punctured through his lower leg with a machete and pinned him to the ground, half his body hanging off the edge. Jinora and Kai looked around at the waste of bodies surrounding them.
"We're a good team," Kai acknowledged. And Jinora nodded.
A bell began to be rung. They knew they were here; they'd be doing every kind of protocol to keep those gates closed. They needed to get to the control room right then if they wanted those gates opened.
"Let's go," Jinora turned already making her way to the gate's control room. But Kai's head had whipped to the inner wall. To where Amon's men were collecting around Korra who lay on the ground.
The trailer doors were shut. The undead weren't wreaking havoc. They could open those gates, sure, but Amon's men would cut them down without the undead as a distraction.
"We need to open those trailer doors," Jinora said, her eyes intent on Kai.
But his eyes were trained on what took place just a few hundred yards away. His eyes on Korra's face, filled with so much pain as a man pressed his foot onto her hand.
He nock his last favorite arrow.
He wanted to kill the man for hurting the woman who cared enough to give him a second chance.
"Kai, those doors have to be opened." Jinora reminded him. But he had only one arrow.
Korra's face was knocked back from the force of the man's foot into her jaw.
"Kai," Jinora whispered, seeing the indecision. To save his friends life or to save the lives of everyone outside the gates.
Life or death. Flowers or chocolate.
"Kai-,"
Feeling the arrow release in his hands, he looked aside uncertain of whether he'd just made a mistake.
I hope you enjoyed this first installment. There's a second half of this chapter coming out later today. I think I've said that already. Who knows? I've slept all of twelve hours in the past three days. Thanks so much for reading. I love your comments and I love people who leave them so please do drop one.