He scratched his eye patch. "I will never get used to it," he told one of the white lotus. Unlike the rest, he wore a gray uniform with a black lotus on the chest. "I'm sure it will take a few weeks sir." Zorig gave the man a look of frustration. "I have had it since I was six." The woman next to him glared at the fire-white lotus member. "Don't be a Kiss Ass." They reached the elevator to Zaheer's cell. "So you're here again, to question me? Are you still starving, warden?" He looked at Zorig and his wife threw a needle into his chi.
Zorig opened the cell and sat Zaheer up to the wall after removing the needle. "So who are the other members of your group?" Zaheer stayed silent. "Who is your founder?" Zaheer continued to stay silent. "If you pressed this needle through your eye and then twisted it a bit would you be less of a pain in my neck." He started taking off his gloves. "Your efforts are pointless warden, no amount of torture will make me speak." Zorig placed his fingers on Zaheer's head. "Did you know the body is run using electrical signals? Not much, only enough to keep a light bulb on, but still a useful template." Zaheer blinked. "You're going use your lightning to read my mind." He smirked and spoke again. "Simply reading the movement of the sparks in your brain. Now what is the name of your group?" Zaheer did say but Zorig smiled. "Red lotus. Very unoriginal. Now I want names, other members." Zaheer in defiance started speaking. "Are you still starving?" Zorig growled. "Names now!" Zaheer smirked. "That man's dead, give me real names!"
"Avatar Aang is gone and now you're stuck in a rut. No one to challenge you and no excitement." Zorig let go and stepped out, breathing out a massive inferno of blue flames from his mouth roaring.
He placed a bento box and stepped into the elevator. "Xai Bau, find anyone alive who had connections with him." The guards nodded. "We're heading to Ghazan, at least he's easier to talk to." The guard nodded. "Grandmaster will need a full report." Zorig stepped away from the guards.
A later week he arrived on the boat. He stepped into the wooden cage and sat down. "So are you going to talk or do I have to throw a tarp over you like some and see if you fall asleep." Ghazan chuckled. "That would be better than constantly staring at the ocean." Zorig chuckled as well. "Yeah, but the Starlight must be fantastic here." He nodded yet still looked frustrated. "Here's one of those comics you like to read." He handed it to him and Ghazan looked like a child receiving a present. "My sister always brought these. Did you give her my letters?" Zorig nodded. "How is she?" Zorig smiled at it so much better than Zaheer. "She says she misses you and if possible shave that ugly mustache, you twerp." Ghazan burst out laughing, whipping away a few tears. "Sounds like her, how is Ejee? She should be in eighth grade now." Zorig. "Yeah, she's apprenticing under a mechanic, making good money. So to the point any names you can give me?" Ghazan scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, Zaheer was the guy who talked to the brass. Me and Ming were just his muscles." Zorig nodded. "Fine, any letter you want me to pass to your sister?" He gave him the notes that seemed to be written with blood on toilet paper. "OH FOR LOVE OF! I keep telling you to give him a crayon and some actual writing paper! Send the bill to me." He sighed and pulled out a box of crayons. "Here, I'm going to Ming. And then Pli Agni that woman is like her boyfriend, annoying and frustration-inducing." He placed a bento box into the cage. "Fried eelduck?" He nodded. "Yes! You're the best." Zorig left on the boat.
During the ride, his wife spoke up. "Why are you kind to him but so harsh to Zaheer?" He sighed. "Because Zaheer is obsessed, no matter how much sweet talking can break his determination. Ghazan is just a ruthless man, but has a sense of humor." They rode off. A week later they arrived in the Fire Nation.
Zorig fell until he reached the cage. "Everyone off break time." The guards left. He took in a long breath, cooling the air yet it was still dry as a dessert. "Good day Ming-hau, How have you been since my last visit?" She sighed. "As boring as one can imagine." He brought her a Book. "Yeah, I would have started killing everyone here. But that's most Mondays." They both chuckled. "Yeah, most times I end up imagining what their lives are, who they're cheating on, whose birthday it will be. Anything to speed up the time." Zorig nodded with a sigh. "Yeah, Just being normal." Ming Hau sighed. "I have dreams about that, not being a freak." Zorig looked with stoic determination in his eyes. "You're not a freak. You're one of the few people I respect." Ming smiled. "Sometimes I think we would have been friends in a different life." Zorig nodded. "Yeah, I'll assume the same answer?" Ming nodded. "Yeah, The boldo never told me anything. I honestly just followed him because he broke me out of the freakshow." He turned to the stairs.
He let out a long breath concentrating on the bottom reheating the magma. Zorig left as the guards returned. "I need to know why you treat them like that." Once Zorig and Kirr were outside he turned to his wife and answered. "Kiri it's only because I respect their ability, also it's rare to find others with equal my ability. Even Zaheer even if he's a single-minded blind fool." They continued to walk. "Are we going to visit Pli?" Kiri looked excited, even if Zorig hated the North Pole.
He went down the elevator holding a warm cup of coffee. "She only likes coming here to try out the food." He mumbled and walked to her cage. "Your monthly coffee break." He passed the drink through the small door and Pli grabbed it and drank it as if it was the drink in the world. "Thanks." She panted licking her. "Now, red lotus huh?" Pli looked surprised. "Yeah, so what else do you know?" She stayed silent. "I guess Zaheer took that to his death." She ran to the bars of the Cell. "What?!" She demanded her voice filled with rage. "He's alive just making sure you haven't gone the way that I did after being buried in rubble." Pli sat back down. "Is he ok?" Zorig shrugged. "He's as stubborn as ever, always the same annoying jerk. Here." He threw a book into the cell. "Something to read while you're trapped in this icy hell." He turned and walked to the elevator.
Kiri came back with a hot cup of tea. "Bad news dear."
"You're pregnant?" She shook her head while having a skewer between her teeth. "My mother died." She shook her dead. "Kazuto ran off with some music hippies?" She Just answered.
"Kazuto is in a coma." The air around him seemed to be burning as the snow evaporated and the ice under his feed started to melt. "How?" He asked, she already knew what he meant. "Someone wanted to assassinate him. Nothing broke, only some second-degree burns on his left leg and arm." He retook control of his breathing lighter.
"I wish we could visit but." He clenched his jaw. She answered him. "The white lotus won't give us free til we terminate our next target." He kept walking mostly because the ice under his feet started to melt as his rage grew. "The Mung Hau crime family in the Fire Nation." She read out loud. "Ok, after that we're heading to Republic City. the grand master can bite ass for all I care!" Kiri smiled. "You should wear your prosthetic." He sighed. "They never cover the scars dear, I need to remind Mother to take her heart medications." She chuckled as they returned to civilization.
Authors: I am going to write a chapter about Kazuto's sister's reaction. Kazuya the artist. Yes I know I'm bad at picking names. Anyway except a character death.