Here is the second chapter to this dramatic violent fanfiction. I hope you enjoy it. Disclaimer: Still don't own the Legend of Korra. Read and review is always appreciated.
He slowly and proudly approached the beaten girl. She scowled at him. He was followed by his Lieutenant and a few chi-blockers. He bent down to examine the wounded Avatar. Korra's eyes could see through his mask, and she knew that he was grinning. Amon's idea of an equal world had turned into a war, just as he had planned it. He reached out to her face with just his index finger. He traced her cuts and bruises, occasionally pressing harder. Tears began pouring down her cheeks, each wound stinging as she cried.
"Oh, come now young Avatar, no need to cry. Everything will be over soon enough," Amon had chided. He then cupped her chin in his hands, no harder than the individual who had gripped her moments ago. She tried to look away, but she struggled. His grip tightened as his thumb pressed deeper into her cheek muscle. "Stop! Please!" she begged, sobbing.
Amon heavily laughed. He released her chin and watched her head fall. She was completely defeated. "Do you have any last requests?" he questioned. Her head hung low. Her eyes were shut tightly. I knew I've failed as the Avatar, she thought to herself. "I have one for you Amon, and you'll like it," she replied weakly, "Why are you really doing this?"
"You mean this whole revolution? You seem like a smart girl so I'll tell you everything," he turned towards the others in the room, "Leave us." The others marched out. It was just Korra and Amon, alone in the dimly lit prison cell. "So, my reasons behind this whole revolution you ask? I assume you snuck into my revelation speech had you not?" Amon interrogated. She furrowed her eyebrows and looked away.
"You dare disrespect me!" He shouted and roundhouse kicked the side of her face. She howled in pain. "That should teach you to look at who you're talking to, Avatar. You as simply a title, you have no significant power that can save you from me."
"You're a cheater Amon," she sniveled, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. His eyes glared at her through the eye holes of his mask. "What did you say to me, you putrid teenager?" "You heard me Amon, you're nothing but a cheater. You go on and on about equality between benders and non-benders, but the way you do it is creating disadvantages. Those mecha-tanks that Hiroshi Sato designed do not create an equal playing field. You can't make a world of equality through violence and fear Amon. Only in a world of peace and harmony will equality be established. But there will always be scum like you Amon."
He punched her in her abdomen, making Korra cough up more blood. "Listen young Avatar, my plan was not just to create equality between benders and non-benders, oh no. I'm going to make a world where I rule, and am the only bender." Her eyes widened upon hearing his statement. "That's impossible!" she exclaimed, "I heard your speech; your hatred of benders comes from your family and face being taken away from you by a firebender."
"You're partially right. You see, that firebender, was me." Korra gasped. "I was young, and foolish, and ignorant. I used my bending to bully my siblings, and one day, my father caught me. He punished me by beating me. The first time I dealt with my punishment, when it happened again, I became angry. I let my fire grow out of control. I burned down my entire house with my family inside it, and in the process took my own face away. I was ashamed and afraid. I pleaded to the spirits to show me a way to redeem myself, to become a better man. They showed me the path I had to take. To remove the world from bending, period."
"LIAR!" Korra shouted. Tears rushed down Korra's face, "The spirits want nothing but peace for the world! They would never want something so terrible upon the world!" "There are some spirits who think that humanity is a failure entirely, and these incredible beings bestowed upon me the ability to make bending disappear from those who are apparently gifted with those talents. Yet, as I traveled the world, learning various styles of fighting, I had my own personal epiphany. Why not rule the world as a sole bender emperor. It was genius, yet I couldn't convince my followers I could bend, so I made up that sad story so many could sympathize and join my cause."
He turned his back to her and faced the doorway. She tried to shake free of the chains, but they were tightly bound to her body. "Here Avatar, let me show you my power," Amon approached her, took his palm and placed it on her shoulder. It progressively became warmer and warmer, until his touch was uncomfortably scalding hot. She yelled in pain again.
"What-what do you want with me? Why are you keeping me here, constantly hurting me? Why not just do what you need to do and get it over with," Korra whimpered. Amon lightly chuckled, "Oh I plan to young Avatar, despite your excessive training, and you lack patience. Pity. You could've saved the world."
Hope you enjoyed this installment, the next will be just as exciting.