A/N: Here's the second chapter of my story, I hope you all enjoy! Remember to please leave reviews, it really helps me know what direction I should take the story in. I forgot to mention that the cover for this story is up on my deviant art page (my username is SW4G M4N as well). Anyways, enough talking, here's chapter two! (Just a warning, this story will be a bit more graphic then the TV show, hence the T rating)

BolinLover: I'm glad you like it. And I'm having Mako and Asami fight because of who her father is. I also feel like the tension after their break up was something that the first season failed to develop.

: It's a pretty good series, but the main reason I'm making this is because there were some concepts in the first season that I felt were not handled properly, or not expanded upon well. I still suggest it, though!

Krikanalo: Your profile pic is literally the best thing ever.

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Chapter 2: The First Lesson

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A man and a woman sat across from each other in a dingy, dark, and sketchy room. The only reason the two could see each other's faces was a single small, rectangular window near one of the top corners of the room.

The woman was naturally beautiful, with piercing blue eyes, gorgeous blonde hair, and a near perfect figure. She wore expensive clothing; a short cut jet-black kimono and knee high stiletto boots. In her hand was a small dagger, which she twirled between her fingers playfully. She had several gold rings on her finger, each with strange and ancient symbols carved into it. Her lips were ruby red, and her skin was slightly pale, but not unhealthy looking. Her hair was tied up in a bun, with two hair sticks running through it. She was the epitome of elegance and danger.

The man across from her wore a crimson and black hood over his head and a mask that covered most of his face. The mask looked like the front of a human skull, with strange black markings around the eyeholes. He wore a light armored robe, consisting of a sturdy chest plate made of several overlapping metal guards, black cloth, a single shoulder guard on his right side, and a red sash attached to a belt around his waste. On his left hand, he wore an unusually large malicious looking gauntlet, which glowed slightly red as if lava were coursing between its segments. He wore a pair of light, but sturdy greaves, and cloth leggings.

His garb covered his whole body, leaving only one natural feature visible, his eyes. The man's eyes were as intimidating as they were un-natural. The whites of his eyes were not white; rather pitch black and his irises were blood red. His eyes made him look more like a demon than an actual human being.

On the table in front of them, blueprints of different structures in Republic City were strewn out. Drawn on them were all sorts of red x's and arrows, marking every point of entry and other important features of each building. The woman smiled as she looked at the papers scattered out before her.

"Looks like all that work finally paid off," she looked back up to the man across from her. "You've been busy."

The man smiled under his mask and leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on the table. "I like to do my homework, kitten. Don't feel bad; I'm sure you've got it all memorized in that big head of yours."

The woman furrowed her brow in annoyance and snapped, "I told you not to call me kitten."

"Calm down, Maya, I'm just playin' with you," the man laughed, causing the woman to frown even more.

Maya grumbled some obscenities under her breath, and then said, "For a man with such conviction, you are surprisingly relaxed."

"You misjudge me kitten, I'm taking this very seriously. I've gone to hell and back to confront this so called savior, and I'm more then ready to show her what a true threat is."

"That man, Amon, killed hundreds in his attack on Republic City. I would consider him threatening," Maya commented, becoming increasingly annoyed with the man before her.

The masked man shook his head. "No, Amon shouldn't have been a threat. He was a charismatic mad man who was practically handed a microphone and given an audience. If it weren't for the avatar's incompetence, he wouldn't have ever seen the light of day."

"If Amon was a charismatic madman, what does that make us?"

"Teachers," the man answered curtly

The woman's frown was replaced by a look of indifference, as if she was processing what the strange man had told her. After a few seconds of silence, she finally spoke up. "So what next?"

The man suddenly pulled a knife out from his belt and slammed it down on the table, lodging the tip of the blade into the cheap wood. "Now comes the fun part," he announced in a crazed voice, looking Maya right in the eyes. She didn't seem the least bit intimidated by his sudden outburst. Maya actually seemed somewhat amused by his demeanor.

"I will contact the others and tell them that it's time," she told him, standing from her seat with a couple of the blueprints in hand.

The man leaned back again and waved her off, "Go then, tell them only what they need to know. The rest stays between us. Make sure they are ready, because everything starts tonight." Maya nodded and left the room, locking the door behind her.

Once he was sure Maya had left the room, the masked man pulled out a photo of a young water tribe woman next to a large polar bear dog. Just the sight of her smiling face caused him to seethe with anger. The man suddenly began to chuckle, despite his anger. "Lesson number one, avatar. Those who aren't vigilant are often caught off guard."

"What have I done wrong?" Korra muttered as she stormed through the Republic City park, "I stopped Amon, didn't I? The bad guy's gone, so I don't see why people are still upset with me!"

Nanuq's words were still bouncing around her head. "This city is sick." What does he know? He hasn't even been living here up until now! Who is he to judge me! Korra huffed angrily. She needed to blow off some steam.

Normally Korra would head to the Pro Bending Arena and work her ass off in the training room, but the whole place was closed at the moment since the next season didn't start for a couple months. The air temple was off limits too, since she didn't really want to be around Tenzin at the moment. Korra felt frustrated, all this pent up anger and nothing to do with it.

"I guess I'll just find something non-bending to do," she told herself

Korra looked around to see what everyone else was doing. She saw a couple kids flying kites, but unfortunately, the avatar was too broke to invest in one. You think I'd get some sort of pay for being the most powerful bender in the world, Korra thought to herself as she moved on. It seemed like the only people in the park at the moment were kids and street performers.

The young avatar decided to check out some of the performances, in hopes that one would catch her interest. There were all sorts of people doing crazy things. One man called himself the human boulder, and would use earth bending to create all sorts of stone sculptures around him. First he was a flying bison, then he was a Shirshu, and then he was a Badgermole. It was pretty cool act, but when she asked him to become a polar bear dog, and the performer had no idea what one even looked like, she couldn't stick around.

Korra passed by fire-eaters, water sculptors, and all sorts of mimes, but none seemed to grab her attention. Just as she was about to give up, Korra heard a familiar purr come from her left. She spun around and saw none other then Bolin cheering Pabu on as the little fire ferret walked slowly across a tiny tightrope.

"Bolin?"

The earth bender up from his ferret and saw Korra looking down at him. He smiled friendlily at her and waved. "Hey Korra, what's up?"

She put her hands on her hips and looked at him crossly. "Where were you? You missed the whole election!"

"Oh," he bowed his head guiltily, "Sorry Korra, I was out here with Pabu making a little pocket change." Korra deepened her glare, bringing her face right up next to Bolin's. Bolin chuckled nervously, "L-look, you and Mako seemed to have things under control, so I decided to do my own thing… Think of it as more couple time!"

Korra sighed and backed down, causing Bolin to let out a breath of relief. She was still cross with him for ditching them, though. "So, how are you going to make it up to me?"

"Er, what?"

Korra nodded with a sly smile on her face, "You heard me? You've been dodging me for a while now, but it's about time we hung out again. And after that meeting, I'm in the mood for some noodles."

Bolin looked at Korra as if she had lost her mind. "You… want to hang out with me?"

"Of course I do! You are my best friend, aren't you?"

Bolin didn't know if he was comforted or disappointed with her answer, but it didn't matter. He was in the mood for some grub as well, and with all the money Pabu had been making, he could actually afford it. "Alright," Bolin said, stooping over to pick up his fire ferret, "Where do you want to go?"

"Narook's Noodelry of course! That place was incredible," Korra answered, grabbing Bolin by the wrist and pulling him along with her.

Bolin couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about going with his brother's girlfriend to dinner. Even if they were going just as friends, he was trying to think if he was breaking some sort of code. It's not like we're doing anything we shouldn't, right? He thought. But Mako could be a little… possessive when it came to Korra. Bolin suddenly heard his stomach growl, begging him to go get something to eat. He shrugged and decided to just go with it. Korra was right, it had been too long since they had hung out.

Korra and Bolin sat at the bar of their favorite restaurant patiently waiting to be served. For some strange reason, though, the service was slower then it had ever been. Bolin began to feel his stomach imploding as he watched all the other satisfied costumers enjoying their meals.

"What is taking so long?" Korra groaned, slumping down on the counter

"This is weird," Bolin agreed, his stomach rumbling in conformity, "They've always been super good about service. Do you think there's something going on in the kitchen?"

"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure we ordered like half an hour ago," Korra whined. Suddenly, a light went off in her head and her expression twisted into an evil smirk. "Hey Bo, do you think I should pull the avatar card?"

Bolin looked around nervously. "I don't know… Isn't that like abusing your power or something?" Suddenly, his stomach growled louder then ever before. "But at this point it wouldn't hurt to try."

Korra giggled happily and called over to the man behind the bar, "Excuse me! Sir!"

The bartender heard her call and walked over. "Aren't you a bit young to be sitting at a bar?"

"We just want to know when our food will be ready. I mean, it's been thirty minutes and being the avatar can really work up an appetite…"

The bartender's eyes popped when he heard her title. He began to stammer, "A-avatar Korra! I-I'm so s-sorry, I didn't recognize you! I apologize for the slow service, it's just that we've had a recent change in ownership and the staff are still getting used to it."

"New ownership?" Bolin was surprised to hear that the old man who once owned the noodle shop had retired. "Who runs this place now?"

"A new woman claiming to be his daughter," the man answered with starry eyes, "she's… magnificent…"

"and probably too young for him," Korra whispered to Bolin, who snickered quietly

"Anyways, I think she'll be great for this place. She's very business savvy and seems to have some pretty high up connections," the bartender continued, ignoring Korra's snide remark, "But the cooks are still a little wary of her. They don't think she actually cares about the restaurant, rather the money that comes with it."

"Well if it secures this place's future, I'm all for it," Bolin said happily

The waiter came over holding the two teenagers' meals and apologized for their wait. Bolin and Korra quickly waved him off though, and began to dig into their food. Korra felt slightly relieved as she loudly slurped up her seaweed noodles. It was nice not to worry about etiquette for once and just enjoy her food. With Tenzin, Mako, and pretty much everyone else she knew, she always had to be on her best behavior.

Bolin was the only guy she knew with worse table manners then hers. The boy just kept doing his own thing; burping loudly and chewing with his mouth wide open, not caring what others around him thought. She had only seen him embarrassed by his behavior once, and that was several months ago when she had eaten with him in the very same restaurant. His fears were quickly assuaged when he found she was just as bad as he was.

"Mmph, so Korra, who is our new council member?" Bolin asked, half chewed noodles still in his mouth.

Korra chuckled at his table manners and answered, "This grumpy ex general who doesn't seem to know that the Great War is over."

"Really? I heard that there was some controversy of something that was said after the election."

Korra nodded, "After the people had elected him, they all asked for a speech. But all he said was 'This city is sick'. Then, he just left. If anything, I guess the guy knows how to make a lasting impact."

"Sounds like an angry dude," Bolin commented as he slurped up some more noodles

Korra shoveled some more food into her mouth and let out a loud belch. Bolin was left in stitches, almost falling out of his chair. The two began to draw negative attention from the other customers as they laughed heartily, disrupting everyone else's peaceful meal.

Fire Councilor Chinatsu was finishing up some paperwork in her manor late at night. With the newest inducted member of the council, there was much work to be done. She sighed in disappointment, her husband had to go to yet another opera alone. Being the understanding man he was, her husband didn't mind her canceling most of their nights out, but it would have been nice to spend time with him for once.

But there was work to be done, and the nation always came first. So she reluctantly bit the bullet and chose inauguration papers over her personal life.

As she signed the multitude of documents that lay before her, Chinatsu heard soft footsteps outside her door. Chinatsu became increasingly suspicious as the footsteps became increasingly audible. Ever since being captured by the Equalists, she had taken extra caution with her personal security.

For safety, she had hired two bodyguards to guard her office door, as well as a small group of soldiers to patrol her manor. "It's probably just they guards," she told herself as she turned back to her paperwork.

Chinatsu continued signing papers until she heard a sudden pained gasp come from outside her door. It definitely wasn't one of her guards.

"Is everything alright out there," she asked nervously. When she heard no response, the councilwoman quickly opened one of the drawers in her desk and pulled out an electric glove that she kept concealed for protection. Chinatsu slipped it on and called out, "Who's there? Don't come in here, or else I will be forced to take defensive measures."

She watched the door in anticipation, beads of sweat dripping down the back of her neck. For a few moments, everything became completely silent. She could no longer hear her bodyguard's idle chatter nor the light footsteps that had un nerved her so.

The door suddenly burst open when one of her personal guards was thrown through it, bloodied and beaten. She gasped when she saw the lifeless corpse slumped next to her. Chinatsu turned towards the door and saw a hooded man with a large sword strapped to his back and a long katana in his right hand slowly walk in. As soon as she saw her attacker's mask, her eyes widened with fear.

"You…"

"I gotta say, I love what you've done with the manor," the man chuckled as he advanced towards her, "reminds me of the homeland. Ah the fire nation… Maybe you should have stayed there? Sure would have saved you from this terrible fate."

"How are you here, Arbiter?! The high Council executed you long ago!" she demanded, cowering behind her electric glove.

The Arbiter took one look at Chinatsu's weapon and let out a deep laugh. "Seriously? An electric glove? I'm hurt." He grabbed it with his oversized gauntlet, completely ignoring the arcs of lightning coursing through him, and ripped it off, tossing it aside as if it were a mere toy. "I've come back from the dead to finish what I started. And just as I expected, nothing has changed." Chinatsu tried to run away, but the Arbiter grabbed her by the neck and flung her into the wall

"We have no need of your services. The Council is performing just fine on its own," the old woman coughed, her vision becoming increasingly blurry.

"The order seems to disagree," the masked man told her. He grabbed Chinatsu by the neck with one hand and held her up. "You and the others haven't been doing your jobs. The entire council and the avatar sat around playing 'who can be the greatest hero' while the threat grew out of control."

"We handled the Equalists!" she choked as she struggled to escape his grip

"Not fast enough," he sneered, "If you had actually been doing your duties, Amon would have never existed, and the siege on Republic City would have never happened. Chinatsu Akane, your failure to act is responsible for the deaths of thousands. Your crime is punishable by death."

Councilwoman Chinatsu looked the Arbiter in his cold black eyes and gasped with fear. Her struggles became even more desperate as she tried to pry the Arbiter's hand from her throat. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, the red irises, the pitch black eyes. The large sword on his back and the gauntlet that gripped her neck only confirmed her fears, "The eyes of the demon Azrael..."

"I told you, I have returned from death to finish what I started."

"Please… we couldn't stop what happened to your village…"

"Of course you could have! You had the power to stop it all! But instead you sat by and let people die until the threat was right at your front door! You, along with the rest of the council continued to prove your incompetence. Because of your failure to act, another thousand are dead."

The Arbiter drove his Katana through the councilwoman's stomach and sliced upwards, causing a sea of blood to spill out onto her expensive rug. Once she breathed her last, he decapitated her with one clean slice, letting her body fall onto the ground like a rag doll.

"Rest easy, though, you were probably the least to blame, compared to the others." He told the dismembered head, "But unfortunately, I need to send a message, and you know I don't settle for anything less then grandeur."

He held the head up next to him and pulled out a camera, pointing it at himself. "Smile old bag!" With the click of a button, the flash went off and a picture slid out of the front. The Arbiter tossed the head behind him and grabbed the picture. Once the picture had finished developing, he grabbed a pen from her desk and wrote '12:00 tomorrow' on the corner.

"This should do just fine. Tomorrow, everything burns," the Arbiter said to himself quietly. He placed the photo on her desk and then exited silently through the window, practically disappearing in the wind.

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A/N: I hope you all like my OC villain. I tried not to make him the stereotypical brooding mastermind, but still a bit mysterious. Hopefully I've succeeded! Oh, and for those of you who are wondering, this is a makorrin story. I feel like they didn't really expand on that triangle very well in the series, and I would like to try to do just that. But for those of you with an aversion to drama, don't worry, the entire story will not be based around it.