Author's Note: Sorry once again it took us so long to update, but I had a concussion and I finally got cleared from my concussion. The lines are signaling that we are switching between groups! So here it is!v I am writing the new chapter as I upload this one, I just wanted to add a couple small details! Thank you for reading, let us know what you think!
"…Our new strategy"
Hoots and hollers were heard throughout the room, but Korra couldn't breathe let alone speak. Her breath was caught inside her throat and her heart dropped into her stomach. They wanted to kill her. They wanted her dead. They were planning on murdering her. Korra couldn't wrap her mind around this; she couldn't believe how many people wanted to see her take her last breath. Korra could hear Mako's voice, but it became background noise. She couldn't understand what he was saying; she was more focused on trying to even out her breathing. Korra basically jumped out her skin when someone's hand jerked her chin towards the left; as her chin swung to the left, so did her fist connecting with the stranger's cheek bone.
The pop of his jaw echoed throughout the room, as the entire room got dead silent. Everyone's head turned towards Team Avatar. Korra finally realized who she had punched in the face; she looked up and saw Mako staring at her with a disbelief written on his face as he rubbed his jaw. Korra's face flushed as she realized all the attention was on her and her group; she was thankful that her hair was blocking her off from the eyes of the audience. She needed to find a way to stay in character.
"Sorry, but you have a wife!" Korra yelled leaving her hair blocking her face off from those in front of her; after quickly leaving another red hand print on Mako's face, Korra quickly moved her chair out of the way and sprinted down into the hallway.
Mako just stood there staring where Korra had disappeared, not only could he feel that his jaw was dislocated, but he was utterly confused. Although Mako was lost, Bolin quickly realized what Korra was trying to do; Bolin quickly stood up, and shoved Mako into the chairs. Mako looked bewildered; he had absolutely no idea why everyone was hitting him all of a sudden. Bolin's first twisted the collar of Mako's shirt and pulled him to Bolin's face.
"Stay in character…" Bolin whispered before pulling back and throwing Mako to the ground, "I am done with your attempt to get with MY wife! You lost your chance! She is mine now!" Although Mako now understood that this was all just a hoax, but for some reason Mako felt as if the words were personal. As if Bolin was, somewhere deep down, actually mad at him.
"I have no idea what you are talking about!" Mako yelled as he tried to get up, but stopped when he saw Bolin grab one of the chairs and hold it above his head. Bolin tilted his head a little to the left, trying to tell Mako to move in that direction. Mako seeing the hint quickly rolled towards that direction just as Bolin smashed the chair into the ground.
"Calm down, man!" Mako yelled as tried to stand up for the second time. But this time it was one of the metal bending guards by the door that held him down; Mako looked and saw that Bolin had some guards on him as well. The guards quickly started to usher the boys towards the exit Asami following right behind them, but before they got out of the bunker Mako heard Zaheer clear his throat over the microphone.
"Now seems like a good time to take a break." Zaheer said glancing around the room looking for the young Avatar, "There are refreshments in the other room. We will resume in twenty minutes." Without waiting for the rest of the council, Zaheer stood up and made his way into the hallway.
(With Korra)
Korra groaned as she went around another corridor, she cursed the president and the stupid people who build this stupid bunker. It was way too big, and way too confusing. Korra was aggravated that it hadn't gone according to plan; all because Korra zoned out and out of pure instinct she punched Mako. Korra hoped that he wasn't extremely mad at her, and she hoped that he wasn't hurt. She heard the cracking and popping of a dislocated jaw, but she really hoped that wasn't the case.
As Korra passed by another room, a hand quickly pushed out of the shadows and grabbed her arm, dragging her into the dark room. It happened so fast Korra had no time to react; she didn't realize what happened until she heard the click of the door behind her and felt someone slam her up against the wall. Korra struggled against the man, but he had her arms pinned above her head. Korra could feel herself blush at the feeling of all his body weight flush against her body She froze when she felt a familiar aura encase her; a rough pair of lips kissed her neck and bit down harshly.
"I do not take teasing very well," a rough voice calmly stated against her neck, "…my avatar." Korra couldn't help but relax a little in his arms, and with those last words he brutally smashed his firm lips against her now bruised ones. Korra let a squeak slip through her lips; Zaheer took the opportunity and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues fought for dominance, as he let go of her arms and picked her up by her waist. Out of instinct she wrapped her legs around Zaheer's waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him as close to her as she could.
Korra could feel the silk of her dress being pushed all the way up; she shivered a little as her legs were now bare and the lace underwear Asami made her wear was visible to Zaheer if he had looked down. Zaheer was too consumed in the kiss to notice this detail, but he did allow one of his hands to run down her ass and to her knee and back. Zaheer swore it was the softest things he ever felt, and he was determined to feel more. Korra chuckled in her head; I am literally stuck between a hard thing and a wall. After a moment both pulled away for the need to breathe, they stayed there staring into each other's eyes.
"What do you think you are doing?" Korra accused as she lowered her eyes trying to glare at him, but it came out in more of a sexual way.
"What we both want." Zaheer simply stated, and with that captured the Avatar's lips once more. Korra gripped that back of his head and pulled him tightly against her body.
Zaheer pressed Korra against the wall, as one of his hands slowly started to run up and down her rib cage. Korra's body started to tremble as the lust inside of body grew stronger like a wild fire. Korra left Zaheer's lips and started to kiss and suck on his neck; she was intentionally trying to leave marks on his body. A smirk trailed on her lips when she pulled back and saw three reddish-purple marks slowly appearing on his flesh.
Zaheer tried to keep his groans inside of him, he couldn't believe how the Avatar was acting, of course, he didn't even understand why he was acting the way he was. He wanted to mark her, make sure everyone knew that the Avatar…..no that Korra was all his. Once Korra pulled away from his neck, he quickly attacked her neck. With no mercy he would bite down on her soft flesh enjoying the way she would mew for him, and then go back and softly suck on the already sore flesh and listen to the way she groaned out.
His hand finally went around and gripped her breast, and he internally groaned. He couldn't understand how some teenage girl was doing this to him. Korra groans got louder as Zaheer kneaded Korra's breast through the fabric. How he longed to feel her, flesh on flesh. He needed her, and she was obviously aware of this fact when she started to grind into him. He was positive it was just to hear him groan like a teenage boy. His one hand left her chest and slowly made its way to the zipped on her waist; his two fingers wrapped around the zipper and started to pull down.
A knock on the door interrupted him, and with almost what seemed like a growl slipping through his lips, and a laugh from Korra's, Zaheer pulled the zipper back up. Zaheer put Korra back on the ground and stepped away from the flustered Avatar; turning on the light to make sure he looked presentable. Then he stopped and looked back at the flustered Avatar smirking in his direction, for once he let his façade fall and let a small smile grace his lips. But it was gone almost as fast as it appeared. He walked up to the Avatar; he lightly grabbed her hips, leaned down and gently placed his lips against hers.
"There is a door on the far side of this room, if you follow it, it will bring you to the grocery store in front of the President's house." Zaheer said quietly after they finally parted lips, "Go…" and with that last word, he slipped out of the door and went back into the hallway. Korra stood there for a moment, with her fingers touching her lips; she was shocked of the events that just took place. After a moment, she quickly made her way to the door he was talking about, and almost in a full on sprint, ran for the exit.
(With Zaheer)
"What is that, Zaheer?" P'Li harshly yet quietly asked Zaheer as they walked down the hallway together; sure she didn't know if she wanted to be with Zaheer anymore, but she wasn't happy to see hickeys on his neck. Zaheer's step didn't falter; all he did to acknowledge that he heard her was glance in her direction. Even Zaheer knew that their relationship was falling apart, and he didn't need to explain his business to her; especially since he didn't even know what his own business was. They quietly made their way to the table in front of the large crowd of people.
"Welcome back," P'Li said in a deathly calm voice into the microphone, "We are now going to explain our new strategy." Zaheer heard a couple of curious whispers within the crowd and loudly cleared his voice to get their attention.
"While becoming a new air bender, I have been reading a lot about old unspoken about techniques." Zaheer said glancing around the room, "One of the techniques that I came across is almost like how the water benders bend the blood within a human's body. But instead of the blood, I have learned how to bend the air within a person's nerves, or in simple terms, the air that travels through their brain."
Zaheer paused to let it sink into people's minds; it wasn't an easy concept to grasp. He, himself, was a little skeptical at first. After a moment he quickly stood and put his hands up in front of his face; he quickly picked a target and moved his fingers, flicked his wrists, and crossed his hands as the person's eyes widened when they realized they were no longer in control of their own body. Zaheer made the man stand up and walk to the front of the room.
"As you can tell, I have full control of the person." Zaheer simply stated as his eyes narrowed focusing on the way the air was flowing throughout the nerves, "The person has full consciousness of during this whole event, but they cannot control their bodies. So if I make them kill another, they will witness it with their own eyes, and watch as they slaughter their own friends. I could even make them speak if I wished."
"With this trick, we will use the new air benders and use them to attack the Avatar's group of friends." The man under control spoke in a monotone voice, but it was easy to tell it was him that was speaking. With a flick of his wrist, the man fell to the floor clutching his chest and wailing in pure agony. The crowd gasped as the heart wrenching low wails of the man reaches their ears, some of the women even turned away from the sight.
"I am also starting to be able to control the air within the man's own lungs." Zaheer said in his normal monotone voice; he quickly flicked his wrist one more time and released the man before he had actually killed him. "I could, if I wanted, pull the very breath out of his lungs. Killing him slowly and painfully."
The whole crowd went silent as they watched the wife of the man run out from the crowd and falling to her husband on the floor. The leaders of the Red Lotus, besides Zaheer's group, clapped. Zaheer took his seat one more time, and nodded to the crowd.
"We are now going to take questions." Ming-Hua whispered into the microphone; the crowd jumped as her voice echoed throughout the room. One woman stood up from the crowd, and when Zaheer nodded to her she quickly spoke.
"What is our role going to be in this plan?" Ghazan decided that he was going to answer this one, and tapped the mic to make sure it was loud enough.
"We need people to monitor the streets and make sure the Avatar isn't planning to come back to Republic City." His voice was calm and collected, "We also need more benders to infiltrate the Avatars 'new air nation'. Plus just in case this doesn't going according to plan; we need people to continue the Red Lotus going. Just in case we lose our lives for this cause.
"How long do you believe this is going to take?" A man this time stood up and asked the question this time. P'Li took the opportunity to answer this question as she grabbed the mic and brought it closer before anyone else could.
"Zaheer has already almost perfected his technique; he can now control up to four people at once," P'Li stated, and everyone could hear the venom she basically spit out of her mouth when she said Zaheer's name. "We just need at most a month, so we can get every little detail planned out; so nothing goes wrong."
The crowd kept firing questions at the Red Lotus leaders, and the Red Lotus leaders quickly answered the best that they could. But Zaheer stayed silent the whole time, even if one person asked about his new technique. His mind was miles away from this bunker, from this meeting; he just couldn't keep his mind off of the fiery woman that seemed to be consuming him alive. Yet he just let her.