Chapter 6:
Bolin:
He would wake up every couple of minutes, each time, forgetting that Asami wasn't there. The very thought wrought his chest, aching at the thought that he couldn't protect her. Would she come back? He has seen with his very eyes young women ripped away from their spouse only to never be heard or seen from again. It was all his fault.
It was all his fault.
His whole entire body shook. Worry and fear scurried around his head, causing lights in his eyes. Bolin couln't focus on anything. He couldn't control his body at all. Dizzyness set in and he was sick to his stomach.
What the hell?
He felt his breathing getting shallower. Stars and visions of his past failure teased his sight.
"Hey, kid. Hey!"
He couldn't breathe at all. Something suddenly bounced off his head.
"Quick! Breathe into it, you'll feel alot better afterwards"
Bolin fumbled with the bag, clumsily holding the opening to his mouth, then breathed in and out of it. Like the stranger said, he felt alot better already. Bolin grasped his chest, feeling for his pulse. His heart was still beating fast, and he was a little dizzy, but it was over. Sighing and leaning back against the cold wall, Bolin rotated his head towards the entrance of his cell, his face touching the cold metal bars.
"Whoever you are, thanks" He barely managed to choke out his words.
"No problem kid" It was a woman's voice, somewhere east of his cell, half whispering. She paused for a moment then spoke again,"My name is Jinghua. I saw you had a little panic attack there. Had them when I was younger. It wasn't pleasant at all".
Bolin didn't respond. He tilted his head back and stared at the empty walls around him. What once used to lay on the lone bed of the cell is now gone, possible forever. His chest heaved, but Bolin refused to let his emotions overwhelm him again. Not again. What kind of man is that? Always crying and not taking anything seriously for two minutes. He has always been the one that was emotionally immature, the one that would cry and weep over mere puppy crushes.
He clenched his fists.
What kind of man lets his friend be captured and dragged off to unthinkable doom? Even if the guards had him, a real man would have broken free and not have let go of Asami.
Bolin stood up and punched the metal wall, hard. The dull pain on his knuckles were a relief.
He was going to be a man from now on.
Bolin's fists contacted the wall, each time harder than the last.
He will protect Asami no matter what.
Thwunk! Pwup! Clump!
He will prove himself and no longer cry. Not even a drop out of place.
Bolin's fists moved fast, making dents in the wall, several spots with his blood on it. He couldn't stop, not until his whole arm broke. He kept hitting until his arms couldn't take it anymore. Bolin sat back, sore and somewhat pleased with himself. His eyelids fluttered shut. His final thoughts before slumber alluded him were about Asami, and only Asami.
Tomorrow, he thought, I will torture myself until I know the pain that Asami has felt.
...
Bolin figured it was morning, but not much could be inferred, considering there were no windows. He quickly got up, then was immediately struck with pain from his back. He must've forgotten about the night before. Pain once again heaved from his chest.
Bolin shook his head to clear his thoughts. It was going to be a long day today.
...
Sweat dripped off his neck and onto his soiled shirt. His legs were sore from supporting himself all day. The people in the other cells didn't even bother looking up to see what the commotion was, that is, except for a pretty women with brown hair in a cell to the east of his. She watched with non blinking tired eyes, almost dead.
The stranger's eyes distracted Bolin from his concentration, causing him to hit the wall from an odd angle, twisting his wrist.
"Shit!" He permitted himself a two minute rest, letting the wrist settle until he could pound against the wall again.
Bolin traced his fingers against the metal wall. Asami's tally marks were scattered all over near the bed. He stopped his hand at a particular spot. It was different form the rest of the wall. He could sense something. Bolin stopped breathing and focused on his good hand. He shut his eyes and concentrated on that spot. He felt the beat of his heart, and something else. It was unlike anything he has felt before.
It was like...humming. Like tiny particles of something solid barely vibrating. It was so faint, Bolin had to press his hands hard against the wall just to get that sensation. Was it alive? He couldn't tell. It was too small, the movements.
Come on...move faster you son of a bitch!
It was then that the metal under his hand gave way to make a big dent into the wall. Bolin jerked back his hand and jumped back. What the hell happened? Was there someone here to rescue him? He looked around at the other cells. Only the women was staring at him. Others were probably sleeping, staring off into space, and sitting around like lifeless dummies.
Bolin licked his lips then shakily brought his good hand up to another spot on the wall. He closed his eyes and focused on the very spot. It was barely moving. Barely, but at least movement was there. He could feel the motions of the particles in the metal. It was somehow alive to him. Letting out a breath, Bolin pressed his hand against the wall, then digging his fingers into the metal, the once solid prison wall now under his command.
He smiled inwards at his accomplishment for the day.
I'm coming for you Asami.
I know it has been a while since I have written in Korra's and Amon/Noatak's POV but someone suggested that I took some time writing in other people's perspectives, so I did. Comment to let me know if you want anymore of Asami's, Bolin's, or any other POV. The only person I will not write a POV for is Jinghua. Other than that, just remember to let me know what POV you want next chapter kay? Kay :)
~Le lemons will be available next chapter fo sho~
~~~This is what my life has come to T...T