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Another restless night. That was a given. He'd never expected to much sleep during the night. To be honest, he couldn't remember the last time he had a decent slumber. It was beyond years. Ever since he organized this "rebellion", his morning routine tended to be the same. He'd either lay in bed or just stay at his desk all night, going over paperwork, writing out plans or announcements. He'd prefer the latter. It kept him busy and kept most of the thoughts at bay.
Still, that particular night he decided to lay in bed. But nothing was on his mind. He simply stared at the dark ceiling. Emptiness. He welcomed yet loathed it.
Knock-Knock
"Who is it?"
His eyes shifted over to the door that suddenly opened. In the doorway was a young woman wearing a short, thin, and transparent nightgown with spaghetti straps and fluffy material along the hem. It took Amon's eyes a second to realize the nightgown was pink, and that the woman had walked into the room and cut on the lamp sitting on one of the nightstands in his room. The light lit up his room to expose his brown carpet. It wasn't anything fancy, it was plain. The walls were white with a strip of brown running along the top part of them. There was one window in his room that looked out into the water that had calmed him so many nights yet angered him when he saw the moon's reflection in it at night. His bed was large enough for two people and had light brown covers with two matching pillows. His bed was always empty. He liked the emptiness.
Amon stood up. He towered over the young female. He wasn't blind. He noticed how curvy her figure was. She had an ample bosom and a nice backside. He could tell in her eyes that she was drawn to power, one thing in life that he has. He liked her, but not that much.
"Oh Amon, why do you always wear that uniform and mask? Surely they must feel more comfortable." The woman slowly reached up to grab the mask but his hand caught hers. They stood there, staring at each other. Amon's eyes wandered over her face. She had long, brown hair and lovely bright brown eyes. Her face was round and her skin was fair with plump red lips. But he was not drawn to her. Not emotionally and not sexually.
"Get out." He said before he released her hand.
"Oh come on. You work so hard everyday. You barely sleep. For one night, let me show you a good time. Let me help you relax. I promise you'll sleep good tonight."
Amon's eyes wandered down her body. Figures. She wasn't wearing any sort of undergarments. She had no shame walking down the halls dressed like that. With that body, he couldn't blame her.
"I said get out. That's an order."
She pouted and ran her hand along his arm as she slowly made her way to the door. "What a shame. I'll be in my room, whenever you want me." Before she closed the door, she looked back at him. "I sure want you."
He sighed and laid back down on the bed. "If she was so worried about my sleep, she wouldn't be coming in here in the middle of the night."

"Your moves must be quick and precise. The goal is not to kill your enemy, but render them paralyzed. We are not out to kill, we are out to save. Again."
The sound of fists hitting softly yet firmly against dummies filled the abandoned warehouse's air. They were all in synched, well, almost all of them. Dawn had barely broke through the worn and broken windows but everyone was sharp and on their toes with their training as their master carefully strolled through the aisles of students.
"Li, your form is poor. Straighten up!"
"Yes master!"
"Again!" He yelled. "Be precise and quick. Do not be afraid to strike. It can mean the difference between life and death."
The Master quietly continued his stroll, his gold eyes carefully eyeing every movement, position, and form of his students. A glint flashed through his eyes as one of his students caught his attention. One of his favorite students.
"Ah, Ja-Bol. A perfect form as always. You guys would do well to study her."
Ja-Bol gave an uneasy smile as The Master's eyes wandered along her body. She was the curviest woman but she was built well. She was slender with long, slightly wavy black hair that she kept in a low ponytail most of the time and a slender face with plump lips and a pair of green eyes to match. She could almost sigh with relief when noticed the eyes had been peeled away from her black-suited body.
"Ah, Amon. So glad you could join us." Her green eyes didn't pull away from her target dummy.
"Their form is most excellent. I am thoroughly impressed." Amon said as he watched the older man dressed in loose, grey robes approach him.
"I do my best. I think most of them are ready to get out there and fight."
"Most of them?"
"Yes. There are a few I think would be excellent to teach the beginners."
"Very well. Bring me the list of names with your approval and their consent and we will have them start next week."

Ja-Bol sighed softly as she stood outside metal door to The Master's office. She always hated going in there. It made her feel uneasy. She hated that it was located away from everyone else. It was at the end of a long, narrow hallway that was usually poorly lit save for a few small windows on the right side of the hallway going towards the office. Her nevous hands smoothed over her red jacket before one reached up and knocked gently on the door.
"Come in."
Ja-Bol felt sick. His voice made it seem like he was almost flirting with her. She hesitantly and slowly opened the door to see him sitting at his desk with his hands folded underneath his chin. The room was painted white and the floor was a deep red wood. He had bookshelves touching wall-to-wall and from floor-to-ceiling behind him and every inch of space was filled with books. She wondered how anyone could read that many books in their life.
"Please, close the door and have a seat. I have much to discuss with you."
"Can we keep the door open? It's a bit stuffy in it."
"This is a private matter. Close the door."
She obeyed him and took a seat on one of the wooden chairs seated in front of his desk.
"I've been watching you and I must say, I'm most impressed with your chi-blocking skills. Amon and I have discussed it and I would like to offer you the position of teaching the beginners."
"Wow. Really? I-I don't know. I'd have to think about..I don't know anything about teaching a class."
He stood up from his chair and walked around his desk. "I and a few of the other teachers will drop by to give you help until we feel you know what you're doing, but I need an answer from you by tomorrow."
"I will. I'll have an answer by tomorrow. Is that all?" She wondered why such news would be considered private.
"As a matter of fact, it's not."
Click
'Something's not right...' Ja-Bol began to sweat. "W-What else is there to talk about?" She tensed up when she felt his hands grab her shoulders in an attempt to massage her.
"Not so much talking..but how about doing?"
She jumped up from her seat and faced him with her lower backside pressed against his desk. "I-I have to g-go. Amon needs me for.."
"You're not going anywhere. I am your master and you shall obey my every command." He sensed her movement. She was getting ready for an attack but he was just a little faster. With a few quick jabs she fell over helplessly in his arms.
"N-No, please, what are you doing?" She begged as she was thrown on the newly cleared desk. She couldn't move anything except her head and neck area. She hated feeling so powerless. It was whole reason she joined the rebellion, so she could feel empowered and no longer weak but here she was, helpless with an older man grinning at her with his thin lips, wrinkly face, and horrible white goatee. There was always something in his brown eyes. Something that creeped her out. She was hating herself for not bringing someone with her.
She couldn't even kick as he peeled away her pants and spread her legs to look at her panties. "Even your panties speak volumes of how innocent you are." His robes fell to the floor to reveal his nude, and wrinkly body.
The sound of a key jiggling and lock clicking drew them away from the current situation. He didn't even have time to put on his robes before the door flew open and Amon stepped in.
"A-A-Amon, I uh.." The Master stammered as he fiddled to put his robes back on. Amon looked over at Ja-Bol. He could see the tears streaming down her eyes. They were silently pleading, begging him. 'Help me..'
The silence was great between them. Amon's eyes studied both of them. Ja-Bol's heart felt like it was going to burst through her chest. She wondered why it took Amon so long to help her. He was going to help her, wasn't he?
"Amon..We could share her. It'll be between us. No one will believe her. I'll even let you go first."
Ja-Bol's eyes widened with fear. 'No..no please not like this.' Suddenly she saw Amon gone and heard a loud smack. She couldn't move her head to see what was going on but judging from the groan given by The Master, he'd been smacked.
"Get out. Now."
"I saw it in your eyes Amon. You're no better than me. You wanted to, I know it."
"I said get out. Now. And leave your clothes. Walk through the halls with shame and never return." Amon strolled over to Ja-Bol and placed his thumb on her forehead.
"What are you..."
"Move."
"Huh?" A tingling sensation overtook her body. She wiggled her fingers, and then lifted her arm. She could move again. She sat up and realized her pants had been thrown at her lap. "Thank you..I..I owe you my life."
"I suggest you get out as well. For good."
Her face went pale. "What? You're joking right?" The look in his eyes told her he wasn't. "But that's fair. I didn't do anything. Why am I being punished?" The tears were starting to stream down her face again.
"You have until tomorrow to pack up your things. I thank you for your service."
"You can't do this to me. I didn't do anything! I did everything you asked and you kick me out because of some creep? How could you, Amon? How could you?!"
Amon walked down the lonely hallway that were beginning to fill with sobs and screaming.
"Why are you doing this to me?!"

"You need to shape up!"
"I'm trying!"
"Shut up and do it again. Why can't you be more like your brother?"
"Dad, he'll get it. He just needs time."
"Silence. I will not tolerate back talk! Do you two need to have a chat with Mr. Kunikpa?"
"No! Please! I'll get it right this time. I promise!"
Amon grabbed a handful of his hair. He wanted to yank it out, to cause some kind of pain. This was one of the rare times he'd ditch his uniform and mask. No one knew his identity, no one would know who he was when he walked down the street. It was refreshing sometimes, as long as he didn't speak. But now he needed to be alone as he sat on a very small island near Republic City. He had hoped the water would calm him but the memories of his childhood kept flashing in his mind.
And Ja-Bol. She looked so much like Korra. Too much like Korra. She had the same look in her eyes. The cry for help. During and after. He had dreams of her, sprawled out on the floor and crying. Naked and afraid.
"Dad please, I don't want to go with Mr. Kunikpa."
"I told you what would happen if you didn't shape up. You should have listened."
"Dad, you can't send him in there!"
"I'm sending both of you in there."
"I promise, I'll shape up! Please, don't!"
"Get in there, both of you!"
Amon's face hardened. He had all the power in the world. He was the most powerful bender in the world, yet he was still a slave to his father. He was always powerless against his father. Even when he rebelled against his father that day, his shadow haunted him. He worked hard to be the man his father didn't want him to be but he was slowly slipping and slowly realizing he was doing exactly what his father wanted. Going after the Avatar, taking over Republic City, overthrowing its police force, and ruling everyone with an iron fist. Everything his father wanted to do.
"No..I'm not like him."
'Yes you are'
"No, I'm ridding the world of people like him."
"Leave her alone! You're hurting her!"
"Get off me boy! Your mother should have listened. Every one of you knows what happens when you don't listen!"
"Please dad, don't hurt her!"
"Both of you get out now. I'm teaching her a listen."
"But dad-"
"Get OUT before I send you both over to Mr. Kunikpa."
The screams. The grunts. He remembered the day he figured out what he was doing to her. It made him sick.
"I don't understand what he does to her. It doesn't sound like he's hitting her. What is he doing Noatak?"
"Don't worry about it."
"But he's hurting her."
"There's nothing we can do."
"No, no NO!" The water around the island suddenly rose, forming a barrier between him and the rest of the world. His fists slammed into the ground.
"People are weak. It only takes a single act to break them. Look at your mother, laying there. Look in her eyes. She's broken. But you aren't. When you stepped out of Kunikpa's hut, you weren't broken. You will carry on my work and my name."
But he was.
His mother's eyes, Korra's eyes, Ja-Bol's eyes, his brother's eyes.
He squeezed his fists and grabbed a handful of grass. He felt something wet hitting his hands and sliding down his cheeks. A shaking hand rubbed across his cheek. For the first time since he was a young boy, he was crying.

Amon's soft steps echoed through the halls. He was regal and formal, walking with his hands behind his back and each footstep being precise and in rhythm. Every person he walked past bowed. He had great power over these people but he felt so empty and helpless.
"Amon."
He stopped in his tracks and turned around in a swift motion. The Lieutenant.
"Do you have news to report?"
"I do. We've just got word that Tarrlok's party has set out to search for the Avatar."
"I see. Perhaps we shouldn't let this opportunity go to waste. Send some spies to follow Tarrlok's party. Have them track their every moment. Send some other spies to search for the Avatar, in case she's planning anything."
"Would she plan anything without that annoying group of hers?"
"We can never be too careful. Send the spies as soon as possible."
"Yes sir."
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