Continuation
"How does it feel to know you've failed the world Avatar," he sneered. Amon's anger and rage boomed in his voice. He felt empowered. His greatest threat was broken and battered in front of him, and it was the easiest task. Korra coughed and pleaded once more, "Just end this torture now! I can't deal with it anymore! Please!" Her sadness and pain echoed through her whimpers.
"If you insist young Avatar," Amon opened the door and called out to the Lieutenant, "Bring the first one in." First one, she thought, what does that mean? Korra could barely breathe, hear, and let alone see. She saw a tall figure carry in a limp body. Korra could not make out any familiarities. "You probably can't tell who this is," Amon stated, "Allow me to help your poor vision. Picture one of your pro-bending teammates, the younger one. He's about to be punished for practicing a sport that is devoted solely on the ability to bend, and using that ability to achieve a victory on the playing field. Imagine if he were to use his bending to oppress non-benders. I just couldn't allow that now could I."
Korra's eyes attempted to focus on the limp individual. She saw Bolin hanging off the Lieutenant's shoulder. Then the Lieutenant threw his helpless body onto the metal floor. "Shall I bring in the other three Amon?" the Lieutenant asked while standing at attention. "Yes, go get them."
The Lieutenant stepped out of the room followed by a few chi-blockers. Korra stared at Bolin as he was motionless on the floor. "What did you do to him you monster?" she cried. "Nothing yet, he is merely unconscious," Amon stated.
Soon more equalists entered the room, carrying more limp people. Korra struggled to focus; she saw Chief Beifong, Tenzin and Mako being carried by the radicals. They were all unconscious, and their bodies were thrown onto the floor just like Bolin.
Korra's mouth shook. "Guys…please wake up…please be okay…I can't lose any of you!" Korra exclaimed. She tried to reach for them, but her bindings wouldn't allow it. She persisted. Her strength had dwindled, and she could not break free from her chains. They only cut deeper into her wrists and ankles. She grunted as she mustered up whatever strength she could to help her friends.
"You're attempts are futile Avatar. You have failed as an Avatar and you will watch your friends suffer for your incompetence." Amon announced. Korra's eyes had not stopped crying since Amon had revealed his true intentions. Her face glistened with the tears that ran down her cheeks like waterfalls. The searing pain of her body tore the seams of her soul, it became unbearable.
The chi-blockers began to hold Korra's four loved ones next to one another. Amon held his arm out, palm open, towards the Lieutenant. The Lieutenant handed Amon his kali sticks. "Watch your friends suffer," Amon said. He lunged first at Bolin placing both kali sticks right on his heart. He screamed and Korra tried to look away. She couldn't watch her friends suffer like this, but the Lieutenant tightly gripped her bruised chin and jerked her head towards Amon's punishment.
Bolin collapsed, and Amon kicked his body aside. "Bolin! Please! You can't be dead! Please! Get up! MOVE!" Korra shouted. The chi-blockers brought Chief Lin Beifong closer to Amon. Korra was helpless to help them, they were all inevitably going to die. "Stop Amon, please, I beg you, leave them alone!" she screamed. Chief Beifong slowly grunted, and opened her eyes. She looked to see her feet being dragged, her metal armor scratching against the metal floor, screeching. She squinted her eyes to see Amon reaching out to her with a weapon.
"Sorry Avatar, but these benders will all suffer the same fate."