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Forced Family	By : QuaqueNocte Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 35440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Yes, yes. I'm late, I know.
“Amon, please! She’s pregnant!”
It was too early in the morning for him to attempt murder and Asami was far too tired to mellow out the situation, but she had to anyway.
He made another comment about Korra’s weight and Korra, in response, questioned his ability to be any better than his father. Her hormones plus Amon’s homicidal rage were tiring Asami out.
Korra struggled to kick Amon away as he held her tightly by the neck against the wall in the kitchen. Her now bulging stomach threatened to peek out of her shirt, not that Amon would pay it any mind. His scar-less eyes focused on her alone.
“You need to learn to watch your tongue, Avatar. That’s what got you into this mess in the first place, isn’t it?” Despite his rage, his voice was smooth and calm. It did nothing to ease Korra’s struggle.
Asami, meanwhile, was trying to pry Amon’s arm away from her friend. She felt a small satisfaction noticing there was some struggle for him to keep his hand in place.
Korra, on the other hand, swung her feet violently at him. Unfortunately, her legs weren’t long enough to cause him any great pain. Still, it was satisfying when they connected, even if it angered him further.
As Asami almost pried his hand away, he suddenly dropped Korra on the floor, leaving her gasping for air. Before Asami could tend to her, her temple was met with a connected fist, causing her to topple backward.
Amon grabbed Korra’s ponytail and pulled her to her feet only to begin to drag her off down the hallway.
“Let me go, you psychotic monster!” Korra screamed as she began to struggle against Amon’s grasp. She desperately scratched at his hand hoping to relieve the immense pressure pulling her hair.
Her blood began to burn her body suddenly, right before she was flung across the hallway by his bending. Her head smashed against the door, causing her to feel dazed. His heavy footsteps drew closer, then he grabbed her hair again. The only thing she could muster up the energy to do was scream at him to leave her alone while he dragged her into his bedroom.
Asami began to sob as she heard Korra’s screams. It made the throbbing in her head much worse. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take. She was tired. Just so tired.
Wiping her eyes, she slowly rose to her feet. Breakfast had barely been touched before the altercation happened. She tuned out the screams as she debated what she wanted to do with the food, but a knock on the door interrupted her mind.
She was hesitant to answer it but proceeded to do it anyway. She had no real reason to answer it, other than the small hope someone would hear the madness and put a stop to it.
She regretted opening it when she saw her father on the other side. She didn’t know what his face read the second she answered it but she watched it twist into horror.
“Asami! What happened to your head?” He cried.
She was confused until she put a finger to her temple and pulled it away.
Blood. She didn’t even notice she was bleeding.
“I uh…” She began.
The cries of Korra gave her a few moments of stalling. “Get off of me! You evil-Ah!”
“What’s going on here?” Hiroshi never felt more afraid for his daughter. He even found himself worrying for Korra.
“You need to leave.” Asami said. She attempted to close the door but Hiroshi’s arm held it open.
“No, I need to know what’s going on in this house. He’s been abusing you, hasn’t he?”
Maybe it was her hormones or maybe it was all the pain and anguish suddenly boiling over, she could never tell these days, but she actually yelled at him. “Oh, so NOW you care? You made it perfectly clear how you felt about me and our relationship when you chose HIM OVER ME! Leave. Now.” She uncharacteristically shoved her father back and slammed the door.
The regret immediately set in. She wanted to tell him everything, for him to swoop in and somehow solve everything but something inside her still couldn’t forgive him. She still blamed him for her new life and wasn’t sure if she could trust him to put her well-being first. He already demonstrated he cared more about his political ideas than her. What good would going to him do?
Asami quietly slipped into the bathroom attached to their sitting area to sob in peace.
Korra sat on the edge of Amon’s bed as she watched him buckle and zip his pants up. Her tears flowed freely down her face despite her best efforts to ignore the throbbing pain between her legs.
“You can’t keep doing this forever.” She half-whispered, mostly because her voice was starting to get hoarse.
Amon could almost chuckle. “Then I’ll enjoy your body for as long as I can.”
“And this makes you happy?”
She swore she saw him frown briefly as he turned away from her to retrieve his mask from his wardrobe.
“Put your pants on. We’re leaving.” He said, quickly changing the subject.
“What? Where?” The first thought that crossed Korra’s mind was that he was going to kill her and dump her body somewhere.
It didn’t help that he left the room without answering.
“If he wanted me dead, he would have killed me by now, wouldn’t he?” She asked herself while pulling her sore body off the bed. Her shaky legs carried her over to where he had thrown her pants and undergarments on the floor. “He wouldn’t wait until daylight to kill me. He’d do it at night, with no witnesses.”
After picking up her lower garments, she headed to Amon’s bathroom to clean herself up whilst trying to convince herself that Amon wasn’t going to take her anywhere sinister.
“No, there’d be too many people. He wouldn’t risk it.” She absentmindedly grabbed a cloth from off his sink while turning on the faucet. She held the cloth underneath the warm water, wetting it enough to be damp but not drenched. “Maybe a doctor …Wait that’s still terrible. I hate doctors.”
She gently patted her nether region with the damp cloth, holding back a small hiss that threatened to grace her teeth. It was sore and achy, but nothing she wasn’t used to by now. She was just lucky he didn’t attack her face this time.
A small knock at the door made her stop briefly. “Yes?’ Korra yelled out.
“Amon’s waiting in the car.” She heard Asami’s voice from the other side.
“I’ll be out in a minute.”
Silence fell once again and Korra assumed Asami had left until she heard her call out to her again.
“Do you need anything?” Asami asked.
Korra thought for a moment. “I could use some food when I get back.”
“Sure. Of course.”
At least she’d have food to look forward to.
If she came back.

Korra felt jittery as she sat on the passenger side of Amon’s car. He still ignored her when she questioned where they were going. To top it off, she was hungry as well.
Her hands tapped nervously against her leg while she watched the city go by. People went about their business as if nothing was lost. The only sign that there was ever a struggle was the presence of Equalists she saw roaming the streets.
Maybe people forgot.
Forgot about her.
She began to subconsciously shake her leg as her anxiety grew. She didn’t notice it until Amon instructed her to stop, after which, she opted to just caress her stomach.
Eventually, he pulled up in front of the police station, or whatever it was now that Equalists infected it. It was just how she remembered it, except for the team of Equalists that approached the car stoic and poised just as Amon was the day she saw him.
One of them didn’t wait for her to open the door and pulled her out of the car.
“Let go of me!” Her attempt to resist was ceased by a second Equalist pulling her arm and yanking her out of the car and onto her feet. She would have stumbled if they decided to let go of her but they kept their grip firm.
“Ha! She is pregnant! You guys owe me 100 yuans!”
“Shut up, Suk.”
Korra could see Amon walking into view out the corner of her eye while she continued her resistance.
“Bring her in.” He instructed. The team of Equalists gave a salute before dragging Korra off into the building, though not without hearing her protests and confusion.
“Tonraq and Senna are a few minutes away.” Amon heard his lieutenant behind him as he gazed at the sky briefly.
“What is the status of our Northern Water Tribe division?”
The Lieutenant began to follow Amon into the building. The outside seemed calm but opening the doors revealed a busy sector. Equalists hurried back and forth through the hallways, discussing plans and matters among one another while rustling through papers. The Lieutenant found he had to raise his voice just to hear his own thoughts.
“The rebellion is going better than expected. Desna and Eska have taken their father’s place but our forces are growing every day. We’ve uncovered some…shady practices Unalaq may have been involved in. The media’s helping to turn things in our favor. We’re also keeping track of the most influential benders. Once we have enough support, they’ll be yours for the cleansing.”
“Excellent.” Had Amon been anyone else, he would have had to push his way through the hallways and corridors. But he was Amon and he commanded respect wherever he went. People quickly moved out the way for him, even bowing before they scurried off to finish their work.
“There is another matter I must speak with you about.”
Amon stopped in his tracks and turned towards his lieutenant. It didn’t stop the flow of people through the hallway but Amon easily ignored them.
“Firelord Zuko wishes to have a private audience with you. We assume about Korra. Our spies say his daughter is unaware.”
“Do you think it may be a trap?”
“It’s hard to say, sir. He asked for a private audience on neutral grounds. If I may be honest, he does not seem the type to resort to traps. It could an opportunity to take his bending.”
“Within good time. We cannot afford to take on the Fire Nation and the Water Tribe at the same time. Izumi is normally level-headed but even she will react irrationally when it comes to her father. We take our time like we did with the Avatar.”
The Lieutenant shifted uncomfortably. “I also wanted to talk about the Av- Korra.”
His mask may have been on, but the Lieutenant could tell Amon was raising an eyebrow. “Did she kick you again?” Amon asked.
“I hope I am not out of line by asking, but who fathered her child?”
“The father does not matter. Korra is under my care and her child will be as well.”
“You’d be willing to raise her offspring?”
A masked female Equalist quickly approached the two, reminding both that they were surrounded by a chaotic world. She gave a precise salute and spoke once Amon acknowledged her.
“Excuse me for interrupting, sir, but Chief Tonraq and his wife have arrived.”
“Take me to them.”

The room Korra was thrown in was unnerving. It was gray and empty, save from a metal table and four matching chairs on two sides of it. There were also two doors, each one having two Equalists guarding it. The doors had small windows on the top but she didn’t get close enough to see what was happening out of them. She refused to sit down, opting to stand against the wall so she could watch the guards. She didn’t trust anyone who aligned themselves with Amon.
“Wish I had some food.” She whispered to herself, rubbing her stomach to ease her hunger pains.
The door on her left suddenly opened and the two guards stepped out the way.
“Mom? Dad?”
Suddenly she felt like she was dreaming. In walked her parents. It felt like years since she saw them but they looked the same.
She didn’t hesitate to run up to them and engulf them in the biggest hug her belly would allow.
“Korra!” She heard her mother cry out. The familiar wrap of her parents’ embrace brought tears to her eyes. Her father’s strong hand caressed her head.
“I can’t believe it’s you.” Korra cried.
“Are you alright? Did anyone hurt you?” Tonraq questioned.
“I…No. I’m fine. I’m just hungry.” A part of Korra wanted to tell them about Amon’s abuse but an even bigger part silenced her.
Korra pulled away from them with a large grin and tears streaming down her eyes. Senna was already crying and Tonraq looked as if he could break at any moment.
“Are…Are you pregnant?” Her mother asked.
Korra looked down at her stomach then back at her parents. Her parka could no longer hide the bulge. “Mom, Dad, I am so sorry.”
Senna gave Tonraq a worried glance. “It’s okay, sweetie. We’re just so happy to see you again.”
“I don’t understand. Is Amon letting me go home with you?” Korra already knew the answer but she was hoping she was wrong.
“Unfortunately, no. But don’t worry. We’ll get you out of here and make sure he pays for everything.” Tonraq didn’t hide the anger in his voice.
“Well, this is better than nothing, right?” Korra said tearfully.

Besides the constant abuse, one of the things Asami hated about being in Amon’s house was being alone with her thoughts. Korra was usually home with her but sometimes Korra would slip away to cry alone in her room, leaving Asami by herself. All Asami could ever think about was the things Amon did to them, and how her father betrayed her.
Sometimes she’d try to busy herself with cleaning, though the house could only get so clean and her pregnancy made her tire quicker. She was only halfway through her pregnancy but she wanted it over with. She wanted her body to function like it used to and not use the bathroom every half hour or throw up in the morning.
Even more so, she wanted her life to function like it used to. Before the rebellion and before she learned of her father’s true intentions. She hated to admit it, but she preferred her life when she was living in ignorance.
Even on days like this, Asami always found some way to distract herself. Today, she decided to listen to Amon’s radio he usually had stashed away in his room. He barely used it, so he always said yes whenever she asked to use it. Eventually, she stopped asking and he didn’t care.
Asami set the radio on the coffee so she could lay on the couch. The sounds of the brass instruments playing in harmony soothed her and helped her mind wander to more positive thoughts, such as what she was going to eat as a snack.
Her thoughts were short-lived when she heard a knock at the door. She was beginning to think perhaps she should leave the door alone. There always seemed to be a knock when she didn’t want one.
She did try to ignore it for a few minutes and even cut the radio off but it persisted and she nagged to herself about how she probably should answer it.
After managing to pull herself off the couch and wobble to the door, she cracked it open to peer outside.
She was relieved to see it was the Lieutenant and not her father this time. “Did Amon forget something again?” Asami asked.
“No. I need to check on something.” He responded. He wasn’t pushy like her father. He waited for her to open the door and step aside.
Asami didn’t pay any more attention to him. She returned to her previous seat on the couch and turned on the radio back on, though with the volume lowered. She didn’t notice that he didn’t move from his spot behind her.
“Your father’s worried.”
Asami didn’t move, aside from turning the radio off yet again. The silence between lasted for a minute as Asami gathered her words. “Why?”
“His anger, is it…that bad? You know…”
“Is that what my father told you?” Asami almost sounded bitter.
“Korra told me first.”
There was a small inhale from Asami. He couldn’t determine if it was a gasp or an attempt to calm herself down.
“I think you should leave.” She sounded timid and insecure. He didn’t know her too well, but even he knew it was unusual for her.
The Lieutenant couldn’t see the look on her face but he almost felt her despair. He wanted to pry the subject further but a part of him didn’t want to hear the verified truth. His image of Amon was a man of perfection. Someone with honor, integrity and the good of the nation in his heart. A part of him wouldn’t believe his leader could commit any sort of malevolence.
They achieved too much together. He wasn’t like the benders they often faced.
He fiddled in his pocket briefly before pulling out a brown glass bottle. He took a couple of steps towards the couch so he could plop the bottle in the spot next to Asami.
She picked it up without hesitation and began looking it over.
“Thank you.” Her gratitude was genuine, which worried him.
“I can take you out. If you want. I’ll buy you some noodles.”
She was cooped up in the house most days but she didn’t feel right venturing out without Amon’s permission, especially when she didn’t know where Korra was. She never wanted to leave her behind. “I’m fine here by myself.”
“I think it’ll do you some good. And I need to pick up Korra later. I’m sure you’ll want to see her as soon as possible.”
This seemed to pique Asami’s interest. She turned around to fully look at him. “Where is Korra?”
“I’m not at liberty to discuss right now but she’s fine.”
“Amon…” Asami began.
“He said it’s fine.”
The Lieutenant felt strange telling a lie. To his superior’s wife no less but he figured Amon wouldn’t mind if he explained things.
“I…”
There was a hesitation from her. Most housewives would jump at the chance of being taken out. The Lieutenant made a mental note to convince Amon to have Asami take on a hobby.
“Alright. I just need to feed Naga first.”

Korra hadn’t felt more relieved than when she saw her parents. There was a lot of hugging, a lot of tears, and a lot of convincing her parents she was doing fine.
She could have told them what was going on. She could have told them Amon was doing the same to Asami. She could have told them he fathered both Asami’s and her baby.
But she couldn’t bring it to herself to squash the little bit of happiness her parents had at the moment. She could tell they were more than grateful to see her, even if it was only for a little bit.
They sat at the metal table in the middle of the room, Korra on one side and her parents facing her. A pitcher of water and some cups were set on the table after Korra complained to the guards she was thirsty. At least there was one perk to being pregnant.
“I actually broke up with him. I thought it was best we didn’t speak. Then I found out I was pregnant.”
Korra felt weird telling such a big lie to her parents. Her father looked antsy hearing the story and her mother looked somewhat mortified.
“Well…” Senna began, giving her husband a plea look.
“We’re just glad you’re alright,” Tonraq said.
“Do you have a place to stay? Are you going to be able to feed yourself and the baby?”
Korra fidgeted in her seat. “Yes, mom. I have everything. I uh, work.”
“Are you eating alright?” Senna asked.
“I am.”
“And you’re doing fine? How are they treating you?” Tonraq asked.
He didn’t need to specify who ‘they’ were. “Everything’s fine. At the least, I’m a little homesick.” Korra sighed.
“Don’t worry. Your father and I are negotiating your release with Amon.”
“I don’t want you guys to have to give up anything for me. Amon…He’s tough. He won’t stop until he has everything he wants.”
Tonraq leaned forward and grabbed Korra’s hands in his larger ones. “I would give up the world if it meant having my daughter safe and by my side again.”
“You can’t risk the safety of everyone else for me. I’m not…I’m not…” Right now was the wrong time for her hormones to start shifting. She found herself crying again.
“Oh, sweetie.” Senna said.
Tonraq gently caressed his daughter’s cheek. “Don’t worry about anything. I know what I’m doing. Just hang in there. We’ll get you out, whether Amon’s willing or not.”
She knew it wouldn’t work. She wouldn’t be able to leave, not anytime soon but she tried to be optimistic and nodded.
Her father smiled and pulled his hands away.
Korra went to grab a cup of water, hoping it’d calm her down but she clumsily spilled it on the table and onto her father’s lap.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Her first instinct was to water-bend it out but she restrained herself, quickly remembering it wasn’t who she was anymore.
“It’s fine. It’s only a little bit.” Tonraq scooted his chair out a few inches to brush some of the water drops away.
“I think we may need some rags.” Senna said.
“Why don’t you just bend it out?” Korra suggested.
Her parents went quiet and gave one another a look. A look of guilt. One of regret.
‘Oh no…’
Korra couldn’t remember the last time she was so blinded by anger.

“I wonder what your boyfriend would think of you now if he could see you.”
Asami often asked herself the same thing, then she’d wonder if Mako was ever really her boyfriend or if he even loved her. Not that it’d matter. He wouldn’t love her now.
Not if he saw Amon spreading her naked legs on his bathroom counter or heard the unwanted wetness from her nether region. No, he wouldn’t want her. Not someone who was so broken and used.
Amon wanted this all along. He wanted her as miserable as him and irreversibly damaged so he could have her all to himself. She knew by the way he touched her. It was possessive like he had any rights to her body. Even now as he thrust into her, there was a need behind it to dominate her.
“And your father is completely fine with me ravaging his only daughter.”
That one struck a nerve. She felt the fluids inside her womanhood tug unnaturally and being forced out of her.
“I am all you and Korra will ever have.”
“Asami? Is that fine with you?”
She’d been so wrapped in her thoughts that she didn’t register the Lieutenant’s voice. She turned her head to look at him. He didn’t return the gaze as he had his eyes on the road as they rode in his Satomobile.
“Huh?”
“What are you in the mood for? Noodles? Dumplings?”
Asami shrugged her shoulders.
“No cravings?”
“I always feel too sick for cravings. Korra’s always craving things, though.”
There was a moment of silence as the Lieutenant struggled to find words. He made small glances at Asami, who stared out her passenger window.
“Is she… Who fathered her child?” He finally asked.
“I don’t think you want to know that answer.”
She was right. He always prided himself with intelligence but something held him back from wanting to know the full truth. He was still torn about Korra’s accusations against Amon, even with Hiroshi now backing up the claims.
If they were true, who would stop him? Who would want to? The good he did to the city outweighed anything he did them.
Or so he told himself.
The Lieutenant eventually settled on dumplings, since Asami wasn’t particular about what she wanted to eat if she wanted to eat anything at all.
He ordered a take-out carton of dumplings and a side of rice for both them, which they ate on a bench near where he parked his Satomobile on the street. He figured the fresh air would be better for her and the baby.
Though, Asami didn’t eat much. She picked at the food in the carton with her chopsticks.
“Is your morning sickness that bad?” He asked.
“I’m starting to think it’s not this pregnancy that’s making me sick to my stomach.” Asami set her dumplings to the side and stared at the concrete sidewalk.
“I think you and Korra are exaggerating. Have you two been fighting? It’s normal for married couples to fight.”
“I’m not the one he’s always fighting with.”
The Lieutenant set aside his now empty box on the bench as well. For a while, they listened to the busy sounds of the city. They helped Asami pretend like nothing had changed, at least for a little bit.
“I’ll talk to him.” He suddenly said.
Asami looked at the older man with confusion written on her face. “What?”
“I’ll talk to him. About, you know.”
“Thanks, but no thanks. You’ll only make things worse. I can’t imagine you actually care about what happens to me and Korra.”
“I know we have our differences.”
“Big differences.” Asami interrupted, narrowing her eyes.
“Do you think I’m a bad person?”
“I can’t imagine anyone on his side being even a decent person. What your rebels did to Korra, I can’t forgive that and she can’t forget it. She did nothing wrong.”
“And you think benders are so innocent?”
“If you looked at your own outfit, you’d find some of your own people aren’t so innocent either.”
They stared intensely at one another.
Their brief moment of hostility was interrupted by yelling they heard down the block.
“Lieutenant! Lieutenant!”
Asami opted to ignore the man running and shouting towards the Lieutenant. She crossed her arms and looked the other way, even when a conversation ensued.
Until she heard Korra’s name.
“How can you not contain her? She’s pregnant!” The Lieutenant lectured.
“Exactly! So we can't chi-block her!”
“Then restrain her.”
“We tried but she knocked down a door and knocked out 10 officers. I think she bit Biming's thumb off, too.”
Asami heaved herself off the bench and waddled her way in front of the Lieutenant. “What's wrong? Where is Korra?” She turned around frantically and grabbed onto the Lieutenant's shirt. “Don't hurt her. Please, I need to see her.”

The outside of the police station was just as normal as ever. Nothing but the busy city life. It wasn't until they went inside that they realized the chaos. There was yelling, the sound of metal clanking, glass objects crashing, and what sounded like someone crying.
Asami was the first to arrive in the room, a small holding cell with iron bars that separated half the room. On one side of the iron bars was Korra, desperately banging against the metal while grabbing the hair of one of the male Equalists.
“Don't just stand there!” He exclaimed, trying to free himself. “Do something!”
Unfortunately, the rest of his team were firm on staying as far from Korra as possible.
“Korra!” Asami quickly went to her friend.
Korra calmed down, not by much but enough to release the hair she harshly clung to. Once the man stumbled away from the cell, Asami was able to stand in front of her and grab one of her hands.
“What is going on?” They heard the Lieutenant say from the doorway. They stay fixated on one another, with Asami grabbing Korra's hand and trying to soothe with words. The rage in Korra quickly turned into sadness. Between the transition, Asami swore she saw a glow somewhere within her eyes. It worried her but briefly brought a moment of excitement within herself.
“She went ballistic. She punched ten officers, broke a door, dented three desks, sprained Mi-Ying's ankle, and broke one of the shock batons.” One of the female Equalists reported.
“She also bit my thumb.” Another one interposed.
“You have a building full of trained militia. How could you possibly not be able to handle her? She's one pregnant woman!” The Lieutenant said.
“That's it, sir!” The female Equalist said. “We didn't want to hurt her or the baby. There's only so much we could do and, well, she's a lot stronger than she looks.”
“Especially her teeth.” Someone groaned.
Meanwhile, Asami continued to soothe Korra with soft whispers. Her hand caressed her cheek between the iron bars while she held her hand. Korra had been sobbing, mumbling something about her father and bending. Asami didn't attempt to understand her. She was more concerned about helping her calm down.
“I know you're angry and emotional but you're going to upset the baby. I'm here. Just, try to calm down. Whatever the problem is, we'll figure something out.”
The room was suddenly quiet aside from the now quiet sobs of Korra. It was an uneasy silence that made Asami turn around. Her face paled when she noticed Amon stepping into the room. By the look on everyone else's face, aside from the Lieutenant, they were just as afraid as she was. It made her squeeze Korra's hand tighter.
“You.” There was something deadly in Korra's voice. Something Asami had never heard before.
“I hear you've been making trouble, Korra.” Amon approached the iron bars.
Asami released Korra's hand and stepped aside. “Amon.” She breathed. Almost a plead.
“Step back,” Amon demanded. His pale eyes pierced the imprisoned woman. There wasn't any fear in her eyes. Just pure hatred, which he savored.
Nonetheless, she took a step back and watched him open the cell door.
No one spoke or made a sound. It was easy to forget others were watching.
Amon stood in front of Korra with his hands folded behind his back. His formal stance made her even angrier. It pleased him.
“I hear you've been making trouble after I so graciously allowed you to see your parents.”
Slap!
There were gasps and a sudden feeling of dread.
Korra slapped him abruptly. Even Amon didn't see it coming. It forced his head to turn slightly and misaligned his mask.
“How dare you touch my parents! You're using me as leverage in your sick games like I'm some kind of...some kind of pawn! I don't care what you do to me but don't you dare bring my parents into your psychotic-”
He adjusted his mask. Something about his eyes made her uneasy. She thought he would hit her, kick her, or something.
But he didn't.
He left out the cell and locked it.
“She stays in here tonight.” He instructed.
“What?!” Korra and Asami yelled in unison.
Amon eyed Asami. “We're leaving.”
Asami watched him leave the room, followed by the Lieutenant, and then the rest of the Equalists.
She could tell Korra was steaming mad. Her fists clenched at her side while she gritted her teeth.
“Korra did he-”
“He took my parents' bending away. He used me. He knew they'd do anything for me.” Korra's voice suddenly turned doleful. “This is all my fault.”
Asami watched the younger girl bury her face in her hands as she began to sob. “Korra-”
“Asami!” They heard Amon yell.
They exchanged looks of yearning. Neither one of them wanted to leave the other, but they knew they didn't have a choice. They never did.
Korra sighed as she watched Asami leave her in the confines of her cold cell. The tears wouldn't stop anytime soon.

Asami assumed Amon would take out his anger towards Korra on her as soon as they arrived at his house.
But he didn't.
It was quiet. Mostly. She cooked dinner and cleaned the kitchen when the evening came. He spent his time in his study until dinner was ready. When it was over, he sat on the couch, listening to his radio while she washed the dishes.
She started to believe that perhaps he would leave her alone that night, but when she attempted to quietly go to her room, he called her name.
Silently cursing to herself, she took a deep breath and took undesired footsteps towards him. She stopped when she was behind the couch but it was unsatisfactory for him. He snapped his fingers and pointed at the spot in front of him without giving her a look. She, unfortunately, obliged.
Staring at the masked man, she watched his eyes travel briefly along her body, stopping for a few seconds to look at her pregnant midsection.
“On your knees.” He said calmly.
She did so with shaking hands, still looking at him despite the fear rising in her chest.
She felt sick the moment she saw him reach for the zipper on his crotch but the sound of the phone interrupted him before he could tug it down. He mumbled something before getting up to answer it.
Asami remained on her knees as she watched him answer the phone on the third ring.
“Amon.” He said.
Whoever it was, they didn't talk long. He was on the phone for a few seconds and then hung up. She expected him to sit back down but, instead, he walked out the front door.

Korra's parents ran through her mind as she sat in her cell. It was unusually cold as she sat on the wooden bench, staring at the iron bars that contained her. The walls were a sickening white that made the room too bright. It made it hard for her to sleep, along with the fact there was no bed. Where did they expect her to sleep? The bench was too small to lay on and her pregnant state made it uncomfortable to lay on the floor.
On top of everything, she was hungry, lonely, and devastated by what Amon did to her parents. She started to worry if that was all he took from them.
She pulled herself off the bench and walked over to the iron bars. She could see a few Equalists sitting at their desks, either asleep or distracted by paperwork.
“HELLO?” She yelled. “Can I get some food?!”
No response.
She groaned and violently shook the bars before sitting back down. Her stomach growled with hunger. She rubbed it in response.
“You are one hungry baby.”
Even with her current circumstance, she was secretly happy she wouldn't be subjected to Amon's abuse tonight. She tried not to think about if Asami was hurting now, but it didn't work too well. She knew how things were; He took his anger out on whoever was around.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the jingling of keys and footsteps echoing into the room.
A fully-masked Equalist casually strolled into the holding room. To her surprise, he unlocked the door and held it open.
“Come with me.” He said in a muffled voice.
She was hesitant, opting to remain on the bench. It wasn't an option, as the man walked in, grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet before escorting her out of the cell. She wanted to fight back, but her hunger made her feel dizzy and weak.
“I hope you're taking me to food.” She said as they walked through the quiet rooms of the police station. No one paid them any attention, not that there were many people to begin with.
“Plenty.” Was his only response.
Once led out of the building, he brought her to a brown Satomobile parked outside. It had a top over it, thankfully. It was cold outside and even with her jacket on, she didn't feel like braving the elements.
He opened the backseat on the driver side and motioned for her to get in. She was wary. Amon said she was going to stay in the cell for the night. Why was she being released? Where was this guy taking her?
“Where are you taking me?”
“To get some food. You're hungry, aren't you? Amon said to feed you, I figured you'd like to get some noodles.”
She certainly was. Her stomach growled at the mere thought of food. With uncertainty, she got into the car. He closed the door and proceeded to get into the driver's side.
Korra started to feel nervous when he started the car and drove off. Or, maybe it was more hunger.
No, it was neither.
“I need to pee.” She announced.
“Don't worry. We'll be there shortly. I'm sure they have a bathroom.”

Amon had driven to an apartment building in the city. The area surrounding it was quiet and heavily patrolled with his Equalist men. He was greeted with salutes as he exited his car and made his way into the building.
Even inside the building was quiet. There wasn't much inside besides a hallway of doors leading to apartments. At the end of the hallway was a lift to the higher stories. He made his way to it, his heavy footsteps echoing slicing through the silence.
Stepping inside the metal box, he pressed a button for the top level and watched the metal bars slide down the entrance before being lifted off.
Sounds of metal gears and mechanisms churning were abnormally loud that night, he thought. The lift was painfully slow going up but it gave him time to think.
The further he went up, the darker it got and the quieter the lift got until it came to a halt. The metal bars slowly lifted up to reveal a dark hallway. Only a dim, flickering light lit the way. The hallway was empty except for a wooden door at the end.
His footsteps once again echoed through the silence as he made his way to the sole door.
He didn't knock. He opened the door.
Inside was as dim as the hallway. The apartment was fairly spacious. A large sitting area greeted the door entryway consisting of two dark couches and a matching coffee table. An end table between the couches held a dimly lit lamp that barely illuminated the rest of the room. Past the sitting area to the side was the kitchen, which looked to be entirely wooden aside from the stove. Across the kitchen was a small hallway with three doors, one of which was slightly ajar to reveal a bedroom.
The furthest side of the room had two beige chairs and an end table with an unlit lamp between them. A male figure sat in one of the chairs, gazing out a large window that overlooked Republic City.
Amon made his way over to the man, taking in the familiar decorations; Paintings and masks graced the walls while sculptures and knickknacks covered tables and stands within the apartment. It always felt homey to him, something he hadn't decided was a good or bad thing.
The man in the chair was at least 20 years Amon's senior, though his gray hair, which was pulled back into a long braid, was the only indicator of his age. He donned a lengthy gray beard on his chiseled face and wore brown lounging robes. He held a steaming cup of tea in one of his hand, which he sipped occasionally. His strikingly blue eyes stared out the window, making no acknowledgment to the man standing next to him.
Except when he spoke.
“Sit down.” He instructed. His voice was deep, smooth, and gentle yet held an underlying authoritative tone to it.
Amon obeyed, taking a seat next to the older man and looking out the window at the lights of the city.
“I hear Avatar Korra caused quite a commotion at the police station.” The older man finally said after a few minutes of silence.
“I handled it.” Amon said.
“You have not tamed her.” He crossed his leg so his ankle could rest on his opposite knee. “I seem to remember a deal we had. I help you take the city and you deliver the Avatar to me, among other things.”
Amon remained silent, only tapping his fingers against the chair.
“You did everything else except deliver her to me. Instead, you take her for yourself and impregnate her as well as her friend.” He took a long sip of his tea before grunting. “As far as I'm concerned, you've backed out of your end of the deal.”
Amon was still silent.
“Yet, I wonder what drew you to her. She's not your usual type. You prefer the quieter types. Were you seeking some kind of challenge? Or perhaps she's the one person in Republic City who will not fully bend for you? Ah, the last means of dominating the city? Dominate the Avatar and you can dominate her people.”
“She slapped me today.”
The comment earned a hearty chuckle from the older gentleman. “Fiesty. And you liked it.”
Amon stopped tapping his fingers. “She needs to be punished.”
“Is that why you locked her away at the police station rather than take her home and ravage her as usual? Are you afraid of the sensations the slap stirred within you?”
Amon remained silent, only confirming the older man's suspicion, resulting in another chuckle. “Leave her wild. She'll taste sweeter when you give her to me. I'll let you keep her for now but I will have her and will no longer accept your female substitutes. Is that understood?”
Amon said nothing, only standing up and leaving out of the apartment.

Korra had started getting agitated as she rode in the Satomobile. She was hungry, tired, and annoyed at her driver who didn't tell her what was going on or where they were going. Any question she asked was met with silence or a simple “We'll be there soon.”
The ride itself was short but it felt unusually too long to Korra, who just wanted a hot meal and a bed to crawl under.
The car stopped in front of a small building. She recognized it as the printing places for one of the newspaper. There weren't many other useful buildings on the street except for a small factory directly across with a bakery and apartment building on either side of it. The other buildings surrounding had been vacant since Korra arrived.
“What are we doing here?” She asked.
The Equalist opened his door and quickly went to open Korra's door. She was hesitant to get out but the promise of food to soothe her rumbling stomach encouraged her step out of the car. He grabbed her arm and she tugged it away. He lifted his hands up in defeat before motioning for her to go inside the building.
She was surprised to find it empty. The lights were off, though she could still make out the metal printing press and stacks of newspapers scattered throughout the room on the floor and desks. The heavy smell of inked paper struck her nostrils but did nothing to deter her hunger.
“Um...” Korra started getting nervous. Alone in a room with one of Amon's Equalists? She turned around to look at the man who brought her here.
She was surprised that he removed his mask. Or rather, she was surprised by who was underneath the mask.
“Nanulak?” She breathed.
“I know, this seems suspicious but I figured a pregnant lady wouldn't want to spend her night in a cell.” He said, giving her a reassuring smile.
It didn't move her. She crossed her arms. She'd ask to go back home but she didn't consider the hell hole of Amon's house to be her home and she didn't exactly want to go back to the cell. It saddened her that she had no real place to go in the city.
“I realize my behavior before wasn't right and I'm sorry. I was just frustrated by everything that happened in this city. My whole world was turned upside-down, you know?”
Korra raised an eyebrow. “Why am I here?”
“It's a long story. I'm part of a resistance group. It's why I conducted the interview with you. I was trying to gain intel on Amon.”
She shifted uncomfortably. “What does that have to do with me?”
“I think you'd be a great asset to us. And you of all people would want to defeat Amon, right? Problem is, you were trying to do it by yourself, basically. You let us help you and we'll surely figure out a way. We have our own resistance.”
“It's....You don't know Amon. He's not some simple dictator that rose to power. He has...ways. He can't be defeated.” Korra's eyes found their way to the ground.
“Everyone has to have a weakness. There's no way he's unstoppable. He's still mortal. He has to be, right?” Nanulak took a step towards her, careful not to get too close and make her uncomfortable. “If you help us and tell us everything you know, we can figure it out one way or another.”
“You don't get it! He's not a man, he's a monster!” Her eyes met his with sadness. The fear of losing again overwhelmed her. She didn't want anyone else to be in her position. She thought it was safer if everyone gave up. At least the non-benders were safe.
“Then help me get it. I need to understand. I can tell you have a story you want to be told. This is your chance. No censorship, no lies, no amendments. Just your truth. I'm not asking you to join. I just want the truth. Every bit you can give.”
“I can't risk Amon getting angry at me. I'm already in enough trouble.” Korra sighed, looking away again.
“We won't publish anything. We'll keep it secret until you're ready for the truth to be out. The only thing you risk is helping others in the long run.”
Korra darted her eyes between Nanulak and the floor. After a minute of debating in her head, she finally gave a small nod. “Alright. I'll do it. But everything is kept secret.”
“Of course. I may be a journalist but I can work like a politician.”
They stood awkwardly for a minute, with Korra shifting her stance in wait to see what was next.
Nanulak gave a nervous laugh and scratched the back of his head. “Uh, right. I'll, um..” He walked past her to a blank wall. It was unusual, given the rest of the walls were covered with bulletins, photos, papers, and writing. He felt around the wall and pressed something. Part of the wall slid away to reveal a secret passage leading down to a flight of stairs.
She didn't move even when he began to descend the stairs.
“We have noodles down here.” He yelled to the top.
Shrugging, Korra moved towards the stairs and followed him down.
The light at the bottom temporarily blinded Korra. Once her eyes adjusted, she saw a group of people, five to be exact, sitting on a few couches placed in a circle. The middle of the circle had a table of food, which made Korra smile internally.
The room was cozy and had an unusual warmth, likely from it being rather small compared to the upper part of the building. A single light fixture was able to keep it well-lit. Besides the couches, it was rather plain. Plain white walls and a dark wooden floor. The only thing with color were the green and blue paisley couches.
“Nanulak, you're late.” One of the females said. She was rather tall from what Korra could tell and beautiful. Her face was delicate with red lipstick and blush that accented her oval face. Her hair was pinned up in a messy bun that complemented the kimono-style pink robes she wore.
“I had to pick up a friend. This is Avatar Korra.” Nanulak introduced.
“Uh, hi?” Korra said in a state of confusion.
The woman who spoke earlier stood up and made her way over to Korra. “Welcome, Korra. I'm Kamala.” She stepped aside and pointed at the different people as she spoke. “And this is Meili, Hyun, Kang and Ki-Joon.”
Meili was a quiet woman. She wore a pair of glasses and kept her black hair in a loose ponytail. Her black skirt was worn with a red cardigan and black boots. She looked small and timid by the way she nervously fiddled with a pencil and notepad and looked around with her brown eyes.
Hyun looked to be around Korra's age. He wore a pair of beige knee-breeches, long white socks, black shoes, and a black jacket with obnoxiously pink lapels. His hair was short and neatly combed to the side. The impression he gave her was the opposite of Meili; He seemed confident and charismatic. Though, despite the confidence, he seemed rather hostile given the scowl he gave her and the menacing look in his green eyes.
Ki-Joon seemed more laid back. A man in a simple blue and gold changshan with a pair of trousers underneath, he gave Korra a simple wave. His hair was long, brown, and braided down his back. His eyes were a striking deep amber color that held a calmness within them.
“There's usually more but the rest found a puppy somewhere.” Nanulak said.
“What do we even need her for anyway?” Hyun interrupted. He stood up and crossed his arms. “She's obviously useless when it comes to getting rid of Amon.”
“I didn't see you defeat him.” Korra snapped, crossing her arms as well as she stared down at the male.
Hyun scowled and strode over to Korra. Normally, he'd get in her face but her pregnant stomach made him keep his distance. Even though he disliked her, he still showed a certain level of personal space. “I am not the Avatar. You were supposed to be the one who-”
“Easy now. This isn't the time or place.” Kamala gently pushed Hyun away and stepped in-between the two. “At this point, we need all the intel we can get and she's been living with Amon and his wife.”
“Why do I even bother with you guys? You never listen to me!”
“Maybe if you stopped insulting everyone and kept your anger down,” Nanulak added. “You're the reason we can barely get anything done.”
“Oh, so now it's my fault?” Hyun growled.
Kamala sighed and pinched her forehead. “See? You're being hot-headed now!”
The three erupted into a full argument. The other two members of the group, Ki-Joon and Meili, sat it out on the couch, instead opting to eat some of the dumplings on the table.
“Enough! Look, why don't we at least just ask her some questions. Korra! Korra?” Nanulak looked over and saw Korra gone from her original spot in front of the door. Instead, she had made her way to one of the couches and was stuffing her face with the skewered meat placed on the table.
She stopped mid-skewered and looked around at the people in the room. “What?” She said with stuffed cheeks.
Nanulak took a seat next to her. “We want to hear your story if you don't mind.”
Korra swallowed her food. “I think Amon's story might be a little more interesting.”
“Don't tell me you're going to tell us that crap about him being some ultra-rare bloodbender who can bloodbend at any given time and make diamonds by shoving coal up his-” Hyun started but was interrupted by Kamala.
“Shut up and let her finish.” Kamala said, shoving an elbow into Hyun's ribs, who grunted in pain.
“He is a bloodbender! That's how he's able to take people's bending away. The spirits didn't give him any powers. How is that even more likely than being a bloodbender?”
“Calm down Korra. How do you know this?” Nanulak asked.
Korra paused for a moment, staring at the ground. “I saw it in my past life. Well, rather visions.” The sound of a typewriter echoed in the room as she spoke. “His father was Yakone. After Avatar Aang took his bending away, Yakone fled to the Southern Water Tribe, where he started a family and trained his sons when he discovered they were waterbenders.”
“Yakone, Yakone...That name sounds familiar.” Ki-Joon said casually.
“It should. He was a notorious gangster. He terrorized Republic City and there are official records of him being a bloodbender. He was found guilty of it, so I guess it would make sense- Wait, you said sons. As in he had more than one kid?” Nanulak asked.
“Two. Amon has a brother. He lives here in the city. Or he used to. I don't know what happened after the rebellion. All I know is, Amon uses his bloodbending to take people's bending away. It's why he's unstoppable unless we some an even more powerful bloodbender who's super nice and not a crazed maniac.” Korra stood up suddenly. “Before I continue, I could really use a bathroom.”
Korra finished giving what she knew about Amon's backstory and even some incite into his rebellion's plans in the other nations. She left out Tarrlok's relation to Amon and the abuse she and Asami suffered. She already felt it was a risk telling them Amon's, or Noatak's, story.
Afterward, the rest talked among themselves about their own knowledge and future plans regarding Amon's Equalists. Korra ended up falling asleep on the couch. It wasn't the comfiest thing but it was better than the bench in the holding cell.
She didn't know how long she slept. She was woken up abruptly by someone shaking her shoulder and calling her name. Her dreary eyes opened to see Nanulak staring at her.
“I have to get you back to the holding cell.” He told her.
She didn't want to go but she didn't have a choice. She didn't have much of a choice in anything nowadays.
The ride back was smooth. She could see the sun slowly coming up over the horizon. She felt dread in the pit of her stomach as she thought about Asami.
“I didn't tell you everything back there.” Korra blurted out from the passenger seat.
“I figured.” Nanulak replied. His voice was muffled from the Equalist helmet he had on.
Words danced around in her head as she tried to figure out which ones to say. She thought several times that perhaps she shouldn't say anything but she needed to get it off her chest to someone who might actually believe her. “Amon's the father of my baby.”
He took a minute to gather his reaction and emotions. “Why?” Was the only thing he could come up with. He immediately realized it was a weird response.
“He uses us. Beats us. Rapes us...” Her voice trailed off as she stared at the empty roads ahead.
“Us?”
“Me and Asami.”
Nanulak proceeded to pull the Satomobile over near the curb and put it into park. He stared at the steering wheel for what seemed like hours.
“I knew he was bad but I didn't think...” He sighed. “I can't let you go back there.”
“No! I have to. I can't leave Asami by herself.”
He turned his head to her and met her gaze. “Doesn't her father know?”
Korra shrugged. “I don't know. Maybe? She said he doesn't care. About anything involving her.”
“No. I can't send you back there. I just can't.”
“I have to. I don't have a choice. He'll take everything out on Asami if I don't. Everything is my fault and she doesn't deserve this.” Tears streamed down her face as she began to sob quietly into her hands.
Nanulak hesitantly placed his hand on her shoulder and rubbed it gently, unsure of how to properly comfort her. “You can't possibly blame yourself for his actions.”
She removed her face from her hands and looked at him with red, puffy eyes. “I was the one who left my home and parents. I was the one who challenged him and got my friends involved. I outed Asami's father as an Equalist...I got my parents bending taken away...” She turned her gaze to the floor of the vehicle.
“Korra, listen to me. You are not in control of his actions. Stop blaming yourself. All is not lost. Whether you think so or not, you're still the Avatar. If my history is correct, you always find a way even when it seems like there's no hope for anything. You always end up doing the impossible.”
She took a minute to gather herself before giving a nod. “Maybe you're right. I can't let him get away with what he did to my parents and what he's doing to Asami. It's why I have to go back. I'll bring you any information I can about him and his movement. He doesn't see me as a threat anymore but I'll prove him wrong.”
The sudden determination and anger within her made Nanulak want to smile, though his mind was still troubled with the thought of Amon abusing her. “Alright. I'll look into helping you and Asami get out of that house. In the meantime, if you need any help, just call me.”

Asami was pleasantly surprised when she realized Amon wasn't interested in her when he came back. He went to bed as soon as he came home. She stayed up a little later, silently hoping Korra would come home somehow. Eventually, tiredness overwhelmed her and she went to bed.
Though she was tired, she had trouble staying asleep during the night and found herself waking up multiple times during the night. By the time she sun began to just peek over the horizon, she gave up on getting more sleep and got up for the morning.
The house seemed oddly quiet without Korra, even though the house was usually quiet at this time.
'Seems empty...' She thought to herself as she placed a kettle freshly filled with water on the stove. Before she managed to start a flame, she heard a soft knock at the door.
Her thoughts immediately went to Korra as she moved as fast as her pregnant stomach would allow her to the door. She felt her face fall when she saw the Lieutenant on the other side.
He held two cans of paint in each hand. Behind him, she could see a truck parked in front of the house and men trying to unload furniture from it. Naga, on the other hand, had other ideas as she forcefully began sniffing each one despite their protests.
“Amon's asleep...” Asami stated in confusion.
“I know. He's expecting me.” He replied.
“I don't understand.”
The Lieutenant sighed. “It's a long story but I lost a bet so I'm here to do the nursery.”
Asami gave a small nod and stepped aside to let him in the house.
It was strange having people moving in and out of the house so much but she quickly learned to ignore them as she focused on making Amon's breakfast. Since she was especially angry with him that morning, she opted to make him congee with the leftover meat and vegetables in the icebox.
He came out of his room just as she was scooping the porridge into a bowl from the pot on the stove. He was fully dressed and donning his mask. Before she could turn around, he grabbed the bowl from her hand.
She felt his gaze on her as she poured hot water from the kettle into two prepared cups of tea. She glanced at him uneasily to see him leaning against the counter as he ate his breakfast after he placed his mask on the marble countertop. She grabbed her freshly prepared cup of tea and proceeded to head to her bedroom. On her way, she passed the Lieutenant, who gave her a friendly greeting. She responded with an absent-minded nod.
“What color do you want?” The Lieutenant asked as he walked into the kitchen.
“Navy.” Amon responded as he placed his empty bowl in the sink.
“Too bad. We brought maroon so that's the color you're getting.”
Amon let out an atypical chuckle.
“When are you picking up Korra?” The Lieutenant suddenly asked.
“Right now.” Amon said he picked up his mask from the counter and carefully adjusted it on his face.
Amon walked past the Lieutenant towards the front door, only to be stopped by his voice.
“I think you should go easy on her. And Asami.”
Amon turned his head to glance at the concerned face of his lieutenant.
“They're not bad people. They're just misguided. We don't need any more pain in this world.”
The Lieutenant grew more worrisome when Amon didn't respond but instead proceeded to walk out of the house.

The early hours of the police department were unnervingly quiet and slow. The empty desks piled high with unfinished paperwork. Only a few desks were manned with Equalists who were either sleeping or too busy with paperwork to pay any attention to anything. Korra had imagined there'd be more people. Even the phones weren't busy this hour.
She sat in a wooden chair next to a desk with a sleeping Equalist. After she was dropped off, she decided to take a random seat after figuring out no one cared about where she was. The thought of leaving and running off somewhere plagued her mind. It would be too easy. She wouldn't have to look back.
Ultimately, the guilt of even thinking about leaving Asami and Republic City wrecked her. Everything that happened was her failure. She would never forgive herself if she abandoned it. After meeting with Nanulak and his resistance, she had a new hope that maybe she could fix everything. She had to, especially after what he did to her parents.
Footsteps echoed through the once quiet building. Korra had a good idea who it was.
She was right as she saw Amon turn the corner and scan over the other Equalists. He proceeded to walk over to Korra, who had her arms crossed with a scowl on her face.
She watched him ignore her to slam his hand against the desk, creating a loud bang. It was enough to jolt the sleeping Equalists awake, including the one at the desk in front of him as he suddenly cried out and fell backward in his chair.
Amon narrowed his eyes before glancing at Korra.
“We're leaving.”
The rising sun made Korra squint as she stepped outside the building. She was inside longer than she thought.
As she followed Amon to his Satomobile, she glared a hole in his back. All the anger she felt yesterday began to surface again and the only thing she could think about was seeing him suffer in any way possible. Once they were a foot away from the vehicle, Korra finally spoke.
“I'm never forgiving you for what you did to my parents. You can do whatever you want to me but I won't let you get away with the pain and suffering you've made my parents go through. My bending may be gone but I'm still the Avatar. I can still defeat you and I won't rest until I do. You're nothing but a hypocrite and a bully. I'll figure out a way to defeat you and expose you for the false hero you want everyone to believe you are. You're still a pawn in your father's revenge and you'll never be able to escape it.”
Amon had stopped in his tracks, only to turn around and walk towards Korra. His bare hand grabbed her chin, which subsequently squished her mouth awkwardly. “That's cute. How long did it take you to come up with that speech?” He mocked.
She looked away. “An hour...” She mumbled under her breath.
His grip tightened. “I think you're forgetting your place. I own you and your little friend. There's nothing for you to win because it's over. No one needs you anymore. No one wants you. Even your parents have thought about abandoning you. You're not worth their nation. You are nothing!”
She tugged her face away from his grip and landed a slap across his face. It hit harder than her previous slap as it almost knocked his mask off. “You're wrong! There are people who still care about me! I...I may not be needed but I'll always have people who care, which is more than you can say about yourself.”
He readjusted his mask. There was anger in his eyes but something behind it that she couldn't place her finger on.
The two stared heavily at one another. Amon was secretly surprised to see there was no fear in Korra's eyes. There was fury, determination, and stubbornness but no trace of fear he worked so hard to beat into her.
It stirred something inside him, just as the slap did yesterday.
And her more recent slap.
“Get in the car.” He demanded before walking off to the driver side.
She reluctantly followed a minute later, climbing into the passenger side and slamming the door.
The entire ride was quiet, just as she wanted it. The last thing she felt like hearing was his voice. Still, she could stand to have the radio on.
Korra had been so focused on her angry thoughts that she failed to notice he had veered onto a dirt road until she heard the Satomobile begin to slow down.
She looked around and saw there was nothing but trees and an unpaved road ahead. Even looking back, she couldn't see anything but the trees and road.
'He's actually going to kill me.' She thought to herself but she was determined not to show him any fear.
She heard him turn the ignition off, which made her look in his direction.
Before she could register what was happening, he pounced on her, pulling her legs violently towards him so he could climb on top of her. In the process, her head banged against the side door, leaving her slightly dazed.
Without thinking, she gave him another slap across the face. This time, his mask fell off and onto her chest. It made him pause for a minute and the two stared at one another. Taking advantage of the situation, Korra went in for another hit but his blood bending stopped her mid-air before he grabbed both hands and pinned them above her head against the door. Using his free hand, he began to pull up her shirt and pull down her lower garments.
She didn't fight him this time. She told herself she could handle any pain he gave her. He had already done the worst to her. Nothing else would compare. It seemed not to make any difference to him whether she fought or not. He would get what he wanted out of her in the end.
'I just hope he's quick this time.' She thought as he roughly pounded into her.
He pressed too closely against her body as he began to deeply grunt into her ear.
“My...stomach...” She breathed, feeling the uncomfortable pressure on her abdomen. To her surprise, he lifted his body up enough to relieve the pressure.
Not more than a minute later, he finished.
'That's it?' She thought.
He quickly removed himself from her so she could awkwardly readjust her clothes.
“Mask.” He said while putting himself away. He looked...
Surprised.
Korra finished pulling her shirt down before handing his mask back to him. His breathing was still labored and she noticed his face was unusually flushed.
After his mask was finally on again, he started the car and drove off.
When they arrived at his house, they were both equally surprised to see an enraged Asami standing outside and arguing with her father. Even stranger were two cribs standing behind Hiroshi. Asami was pointing at them and yelling.
Korra was the first to get out of the Satomobile.
“You can't just show up here and act like you finally want to be any kind of father, even if it's just a grandfather!” Asami yelled.
“I have done nothing but sacrifice for you since you were born!” Hiroshi countered.
“Some sacrifice. You attacked me and my friends and then just gave me away to that man!” Asami pointed to Amon who was approaching the scene. Her pointing was short-lived when she realized Korra was also approaching. “Korra!”
The two rushed at one another to embrace.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Asami asked as she pulled away to look over Korra.
“No, I'm fine.” She responded. “I should be asking you that.”
Asami gave a small smile before slowly frowning. She turned towards her father once again. Her voice was calm but she was still seething with anger. “You need to leave. I don't want anything- AH!”
Asami suddenly held her stomach and bent over in pain.
“What's wrong? Asami?” Korra worried.
Her eyes began to blur as the pain in her abdomen quickly worsened. It forced her to her knees. The last thing she saw was a dark figure of her father in front of her.
“Asami? Can you hear me? Hang in there!”
Hours later...
Asami jolted upwards, panting heavily. She was confused and frightened. It took her a few seconds to realize she was lying in her bed.
“Hey, take it easy. The doctor said you need to rest.” Korra was sitting next to the bed in a chair while squeezing Asami's hand the entire time.
“What...I don't understand.” Asami panted. She looked around the room briefly and realized it was night time.
'Have I been out all day?' She thought to herself.
“I didn't understand everything the doctor was saying but he said the baby was distressed. He gave you a shot and said you should be on bed rest until the baby comes.”
“Have I really been asleep all day?” Asami asked.
Korra shrugged. “It's alright. I did all the chores and made dinner. I just want you to rest. Do you want anything?”
“No. I'm fine. What happened with my father?"
"He left after the doctor assured you'd be fine." Korra conveniently left out the part when Hiroshi said he'd be back the next day.
"I see. Are you going somewhere?” She noticed that Korra was wearing her parka and gloves.
“Yeah. I'm going for a walk.”
Asami stared at Korra. Something about her answer didn't set right but she simply nodded. “Amon...”
“He's asleep. You should be too. I won't be gone for long.”
Korra released her grip on Asami's hand and watched her brow frown.
“Okay...” She pulled the blanket over her shoulders and laid down on her side with her back turned to Korra.
“By the way, the nursery looks great. I think we should keep the cribs.”
Korra received no response.
After giving Asami a long look, Korra sighed and finally headed out of the room.
She closed Asami's door as quietly as possible. Amon was a hard sleeper but she didn't want to risk waking him. Even as she stepped, she took the smallest, quietest steps she could. It took longer to reach the door but she was relieved she didn't hear his bedroom door open.
She tried to open the door but realized it was locked.
She frowned but not for long after something popped in her head. She quickly dug around the pockets of her parka until she pulled out a key.
'I'm totally keeping this key.' He never asked for the key back that he gave to her months ago and she had no intention of giving it back either.
She smiled when the crisp night air struck her face. It reminded her of the nights she would sneak out of her room in the Southern Tribe and go exploring.
Naga was sprawled on the ground, growling in her sleep. No doubt having another dream. Korra started to think about what her child would be like when he or she slept, which turned into her thinking about what the child would look like. She started worrying that she'd give birth to Amon's look-alike. She didn't want anything to remotely resemble Amon in her child.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by someone calling her name.
“Over here!”
She saw a figure on the other side of the road waving his hand in the air. After looking around to make sure no one else was there, she made her way across the street.
She could finally make out the figure when she got closer. “Nanulak! Where's the Satomobile?” Korra asked.
“I parked it further down the road. Just in case. Are you ready?”
She nodded and gave him a cocky smile. “I think you guys will like what I've found out.”
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