Chapter 1

She didn't question why people wanted these things done. All Akki cared about was the yuans. And over the years both her stomach and conscience had developed in to something bordering on cast iron. Which was why as she slid a blade across the throat of an unsuspecting woman, not even the gurgled cries for help bothered her in the slightest. Akki didn't stop with one cut though. She continued to saw at the woman's head until it was completely detached from her body. Without even a single glance, her gloved hand tossed the head in to a sack.

The sound of the bedroom door creaking open caught the assassin's attention and she momentarily froze. Her black eyes peeled from the window she was to use as an exit and towards the source of the noise. There, standing in the shadows was a small boy with large eyes looking up at Akki in terror. The woman couldn't help but sigh in relief and brought a finger up to her masked lips, motioning for the boy to stay silent as she fled the bloody room and in to the night.

Akki landed on the wet grass with a soft thud and took off down the dark alleys of Republic City in an attempt to remain undetected from a mostly sleeping city. Unfortunately 3 AM seemed to be when the scummiest of them all seemed to lurk, looking for unsuspecting victims of murder and rape. The scummiest mostly being bending gangs. The difference between them and Akki, was that Akki didn't kill out of enjoyment. She did it for money. Secondly, Akki didn't rape. And lastly, she didn't need groups of people to do it with. In fact, she didn't need anyone ever.

After a good ten minutes of darting around in the shadows, the assassin made it to the door of her employer. The woman who she had slaughtered only moments ago was an ex-wife of the employer, whose name had remained anonymous to Akki. That was all she knew and even then she didn't particularly care. Raising her black clad hand, the woman gave a loud couple of bangs at the door, looking over her shoulder every now and then for any wandering beings.

No answer.

Akki banged at the door two or three more times before it was swung open by a disgruntled looking man. "What the fuck?!" He hissed at her.

"Bitch is dead. Where is my money?" She asked in a toneless voice, pushing her way in to his house and shutting the door behind her.

"It's three in the fucking morning!"

"Exactly. I spent my night fixing your problems. So you either quit your bitching or get me that money now, or you end up like your ex and I take every valuable I can find." With that she pulled the sack loose from her waist and emptied the contents out on to the floor. The decapitated head hit the floor with a thunk and rolled towards the man who immediately jumped back.

"Really? You had to bring that with you? Calm your bitch ass and stay here." He snapped, turning away from Akki to go in to a separate room. She stared at the door way he had gone through, trying to blink the sleep away from her eyes while she waited. And after a good five minutes of this, Akki started to get a suspicious feeling in her gut.

The woman treaded lightly across the floor and peered in to the room. He wasn't in there and the window was open. That dirty fuck. With a scowl, Akki kicked the door open all the way and stormed in to it, bee lining for the window. This was where things started to get blurry. Mid-step Akki felt something collide with her shoulder, sending the petite woman toppling to the floor.

"You really think I would pay scum like you?" The man laughed, standing above her with a metal bar hanging from his hand. Absentmindedly, her hand want to her shoulder and she wasn't overly shocked when a sharp pain shot through it. But she still couldn't help but let out a small groan in pain.

Akki's black eyes widened as she saw her employer raise the bar over his head and begin to bring it down on her. The 25 year old woman immediately rolled out of harm's way and climb to her feet once more. Her injured arm hung limply by her side and she tried to focus her gaze on the crazed man, gritting her teeth through the pain. Akki pulled out her own weapon that had been sheathed on her back, letting her adrenaline kick in. In a quick slicing motion she swung her machete at the man, catching him in the arm. Then she swung again, and again, and again, with each swing dodging a more weakened blow from the man until he dropped the metal bar. As soon as she heard it clank against the floor, the woman grabbed the hair on the back of his head, smashed his face against her knee and kicked him backwards.

"I hope you had enough intelligence to know this wasn't going to go the way you planned." Despite her aching shoulder and an immobile arm hanging at her side, the woman kept her voice calm, unwilling to show the barely breathing man any signs of weakness from her. Akki pulled the metal bar from the floor and placed the end of it on his fore head. "You think because I'm a woman that you can get away with scamming me? Let me tell you, there is a reason my name is at the top of the list." The woman tightened her grip on the bar and raised it above his face a couple inches before slamming it down on his skull repetitively. Her experienced ears blocked out the sound any noises that came out of his mouth and with a flick of her wrist a burst of fire shot out of her hand, engulfing the man's corpse in flames.

Akki strode out of the house as it quickly engulfed in fire and moved quickly down the street. In the distance she could hear sirens coming closer and closer to the burning house. By the time they got there she would be long gone. The woman was just lucky it was only a gimp arm she had. Probably dislocated. Something she could fix herself when she got home. But fucking hell. She had needed that money.

The next day, a very sore Akki was woken by the sound of someone banging on her door. Her blurry eyes shot to the clock on her bedside table. It was four in the afternoon. Fuck. Running a pale hand through her hair, the exhausted woman stumbled out of bed, still clad in the clothes she had worn the night before. Black pants, lace up boots, and a black midriff shirt and button up, hooded coat. When she got to her door, Akki opened it a crack and peered out. "What do you want?" She demanded, gruffly.

A man's face stared back at her. "We are with the Triple Threat Triad." He started.

"We?" Akki pulled the door open more to see two more men standing behind him. A large, sturdy looking man dressed in green and a smaller, skinnier one with a mustache. "How do you know where I live?" She snapped, bringing her attention back to the one she assumed was the leader.

The man completely ignored her question. "We have a job for you. Boss says it's very important and we are willing to offer you a nice bag of yuans to do it."

Akki narrowed her dark eyes in suspicions, but pulled the door open all the way and motioned them to come in. She briefly looked up in down the streets in case of any wandering eyes and then shut the door. "How many yuans are we talking?" She turned to face the three men. The leader produced a large sack and poured the contents her kitchen table. Akki arched an eyebrow at the large, glittering pile that sat in front of her. "What the hell kind of job is this exactly?"

The three men looked at each other and then back at the petite woman who stood before them. "We want you to kill Amon."

Almost immediately Akki let out a sarcastic laugh. "…You have to be fucking with me. If you are willing to pay this much, why not do it yourselves?"

"He'd be expecting us. See, he got out boss… Lightning Bolt Zolt. But if we send in someone like you, he is less likely to suspect something."

Akki had heard about that. But what she was getting out of this was that they wanted to risk her bending instead of their own in order to take the infamous Amon down. The assassin sat in silence for a couple minutes mulling this over in her mind. She needed the money desperately. But was it worth her bending if she got caught? Fuck. The decision was more difficult then she thought it would be. But he didn't have to know she was a bender… Akki was perfectly capable of fighting without using fire.

"Well? What do you say?" The man broke her train of thought and Akki's black eyes shot up at his face.

"I say if you want this done then you pay me first." She wasn't going to do this job and have to deal with the same shit as last night.

"Half. Or we can go find someone else." Akki rolled her eyes at him.

"Fine. Now get the fuck out of here." She snapped, splitting the generous pile of yuan in half with her arm and throwing one half of it back in the sack. She tossed it at the man's feet

The man shot her a dirty look and motioned one of his men to pick it up for him. "We expect it done by next week or we will be coming back for that."

"Is that a threat?" Akki questioned, raising a dark eyebrow at the men. I'll get the fucking job down now get out."

"You really need to work on your business skills, lady." Akki made no effort to hide the fact that she had completely ignored them as she started counting through the money, only stopping when she heard her front door close behind them, then she leaned back and sighed, covering her face with her hands. What in the hell had she just gotten herself in to.

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