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Amon's POV

I had finally arrived in Republic City, and went straight to business. Some of my followers had informed me of a Firebender mob boss named Lightning Bolt Zolt and how he extorted Nonbenders for money and amusement. I wasn't going to have any of that. I dropped in on one of his transactions, surrounded him and then took away his Bending.

"What-what did you do to me?" he asked.

"I took away your Bending," I replied. "Permanently."

I smirked behind the mask as his eyes widened. He shook his head as if trying to shake off a nightmare. And it was a nightmare alright, for any Bender who got in my way.

Lieutenant motioned to a rooftop and I raised my gaze to see a figure with a blue mask. My eyes narrowed. So the Blue Spirit was real after all. But instead of coming down to fight me how I expected it to, it left. I grinned. Wise Spirit.

"Let's go," I commanded my followers, leaving the miserable ex-Bender on the floor along with his men.

We went to my hideout were I made sure that everything was going according to plan. My second in command approached me after I checked the entire underground headquarters.

"He's here," he said.

"Tell him to come in," I responded. Lieutenant nodded and motioned someone inside.

"Amon," the man greeted.

"Mr. Sato," I replied. "I believe we have some business to discuss."

Howl's POV

Surprisingly, Korra didn't take as long as usual on her patrol as the Blue Spirit. She came back inside less than an hour after she left, throwing the mask on the table before leaning against it.

Her body was tense and rigid. Her hands were gripping the table so tightly her knuckles were turning white and I feared she might snap the metal in half.

I raised a brow. Whatever happened out there must have really affected her. I walked over and stood in front of the table, waiting for to speak. When she didn't I decided to.

"What happened?" She didn't reply, just kept starring at the mask. "Korra, what happened?" I repeated.

"Amon is back."

My jaw clenched at the news. "I'm going after him," I said, heading to the door. I felt her grab my arm and I turned to glare at her.

"The mission comes first," Korra reminded me. She didn't even look at me, her eyes still trained on that damn mask. This only served to infuriate me.

"Just because you were too scared to take him down doesn't mean I am!"

The Airbender finally looked at me, her eyes dark and narrowed dangerously. "I'm not afraid of anything," she managed to say through her clenched teeth. "We can't attack head on. I need to know his plan first, you're going to screw up everything your father and I planned." Excuses. She was terrified. I could see it in her little idiosyncrasies.

"That's my father's murderer!" I snapped. "How can you stand here and let him prance around the city? Aren't you supposed to be stopping people like him?"

The Avatar took a step forward, her grip on my arm tightening. "I lost someone to him too!" she snapped back. "But you don't see me letting my feelings interfere!"

"You don't have any feelings!" I yelled.

Korra straightened at this, her hand finally releasing my arm and letting her hand falling back to hang at her side. "You're right," she answered. "I don't. That's why we're sticking to the original plan. Take out the outside circle and then go for the target. If you don't like it, there's the door. Go ahead and get yourself killed. I'm already a murderer; one more person won't make a difference," the girl said. I tried to see her eyes but she turned and headed toward the exit, not even bothering to stash the mask.

I sighed. "Korra," I called. She didn't turn back, just kept walking. I ran my hand through my hair. "Well done, Howl," I muttered.

Korra's POV

Though I would never admit it, Howl's words had stung. It looked like the apple didn't fall from the tree. I went inside my room and changed, hiding the clothes under my bed. I closed my eyes as a memory came to mind.

I had been training with Howl Sr. for about a year, and we were sparring. He was taking his time, teaching me things, and I was practicing blocking punches and kicks. I was getting better and better every time. It's not like I had a choice. If I left myself open he would take the opportunity and hit me. My body was starting to get used to the regular hits it endured, bruising less and less as time went by.

"Focus Korra!" he shouted as he sent a series of attacks towards me.

I expertly blocked each of the attacks, concentrating on each movement, trying not to get hit. It would be nice to go to bed without having a sore body for once. A voice began to speak through the intercom and we stopped our match.

"Good evening, inmates," a familiar cold and calm voice greeted. "This is Amon. I came to do my yearly visit and expect all of you in the main quad. I suggest you are there in the next five minutes, or else…" He chuckled. "Use your imagination."

I ground my teeth together before heading out to the quad. I felt someone grab my arm and I turned to glare at my master.

"Try not to do anything stupid," he said.

"I'm not promising anything," I said getting out of his hold. I walked straight up to a guard and shoved him. "Take me to Amon!" I commanded.

"Korra, stop!" I heard Howl yell. "That's enough!"

"Let go!" I yelled, shoving him away before turning to the guard again. "I gave you an order, take me to him!"

"Get back in line!" the guard yelled.

When I realized he really wasn't going to do anything, I punched him. Howl tried to get me out of there but I went on a punching spree, pissing off every guard until they all ganged up on me and handcuffed me.

It was stupid what I did, but I would find that out later. At the moment I just wanted to be face to face with that monster. I would suffer the consequences for my stupidity.

I sat on the windowsill after, looking out to the arena as I did every day. I thought about many things as I stared out to the broken building. I thought about Bolin and how he would never be able to lead his own team to victory because of me. I thought about the shallow person I used to be and then…and then I thought about Mako. To be honest I wasn't surprised Asami and he had dated but…I had this strange feeling in my chest about it. I couldn't quite pin it. I heard a knock on the door and turned my attention to it.

"Come in," I said.

I narrowed my eyes when I saw a very familiar Firebender come inside. I looked away and focused my attention once again on the arena. This guy had some nerve coming here.

"Hey, how you doing Korra?" he asked. I didn't even look at him as he sat next to me. "I came to say-"

"What is your problem?" I finally snapped.

My ex-teammate blinked at this before furrowing his brow in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"One day you're nice and the next you're a total jerk," I said, obviously infuriated by his behavior. "What is your problem?"

"Well sorry for being concerned for you," he snapped back.

I gave him an incredulous look. "Concerned?" I asked. "You want me dead one day and alive the next! What do you want from me, Mako?"

"Look I know I can be a jerk," he answered. "But you aren't exactly a saint either."

"I never said I was!" I shot back. "Why don't you just leave me alone?"

"Oh and I'm the bipolar one?" he muttered sarcastically.

I was fuming at this. I simply turned away from him and looked at the arena, hoping he would get bored and leave. Unfortunately for me, it didn't happen. I could see him look at me from the corner of my eye and I finally turned to look at him.

"Why aren't you ever honest with me?" I asked.

"I could ask you the same question."

I didn't reply to that and looked away from him once again, more toward Aang's statue this time. "Korra, I know why you stare out to the arena all the time." My head snapped towards him. He couldn't know, could he?

"And according to you, why do I look at the arena all the time?"
He sighed heavily before turning around to face the old building. "The kiss," he replied quietly.

To be continued...