I can remember it all. The hands on my neck and forehead. The feeling of numbness. Trying to bend again. Futile. My fire bending was gone. Stolen by the man in the strange mask. He held a grudge against me... or was it my kind? He asked me repeatedly why I wasn't answering, until he found my scar. The scar of a mute boy; taken by the person that took my family from me. The triple threat triad. Now, all I am is a mute non-bending boy with no family. Which brings me to the current situation I'm in.

Corner of Kyoshi Ave. and Sing St.

June 5th

10:15 AM

"You are under arrest for the damage of private property and theft." I glared at the graying hair woman with the team of police officers behind her. I was hanging upside down with metal cables around my ankles from a light post. My scowl deepened as I put my hand between our faces and flipped her the bird.

"What the!? That's it!" she yelled before I jerked my body up, sending myself swinging up to the top of a building. I stuck the landing and pulled a knife from my boot, striking the cable, snapping it. I turned to the shocked police officers and kissed two fingers before holding them up and whistling four notes. I ran off like a bat out of hell, jumping down the other side and pulling on my shaded goggles, then stealing a bike. I smirked as I drove down the street weaving in and out of traffic.

'Alright so where to? Home? No, I owe rent. Hide out? No, I haven't cleaned. Hey, why not go and surprise the cops? Oh yeah, mute guy in interrogation. Ha, that lady will bust a vein!' I thought as I turned and started to make my way downtown to the Bei Fong police station. Traffic was fairly light and I managed to hit all the green lights aside from one in the fifteen blocks I drove north east. I pulled up front and pulled my goggles down to around my neck, where my leather choker sat over my scar.

I'm number three on the most wanted, but the number one thief and pickpocket ever. They called me the Snake Lizard. Slippery son of a bitch.

"Hey where did you get that bike?" A random police officer asked. I hope he forgives me for this. I got off the bike and socked him square in the jaw. So, twelve police officers threw my ass in the slammer. They pulled every metal item off me meaning all my knives, all my gadget, all my stuff made of metal, even made me give them my boots. Assholes! I slept for a while till the gray haired chief came and retrieved me for interrogation.

"So tell me, why are you stealing?" she asked.

I shrugged, as she locked my wrists onto the table.

"You got a name?" she asked, as she walked around and sat down.

I shook my head as my usual answer.

"The silent treatment? Ok then." She placed a map on the table.

"Where did you learn to do that fancy move?" she asked, releasing my left hand from the cuff.

I stabbed my finger on the park.

"You practice parkour?" she asked and I nodded.

"Well, look at this." She said, as she dropped a stack of papers onto the table. It stood at least 2 feet tall. I eyed it and started glancing between the stack and the woman.

"You're 17, right? In one year, you'll be tried as an adult with all these crimes against you as well, if you continue your little life of thieving." She said. I banged my head on the table three times. Crap, I forgot to destroy those the last time I was here.

"Want to make a deal?" she sighed, sitting down.

I looked up at her skeptically.

"You can work off all these crimes. Community service or work for the police. It's no skin off my back." She grabbed the top file.

"Let's see theft, theft, theft, oh breaking and entering, theft of vehicle, attempted murder. Good to shake things up huh? Theft, theft, theft, robbery, theft, theft, robbery. What are you stealing that is so god damn IMPORTANT?!" she yelled slapping the file down along with her fist.

I didn't answer.

"Hm, alright, will you agree to the deal?"

I nodded and hung my head in defeat.

"Good. Now, I need you to tell me, why you were stealing that stuff?"

I looked at her then the cuffs. She studied me then waved her hand, releasing the cuffs. I reached behind my neck and took off my choker revealing the nasty and aged scar.

"You're mute?!"

I flinched at her tone and looked away from her, finding the dirt under my nails extremely interesting. Boy, I was in for it now.

The chief stormed out of the room with anger matching a pissed a motherfucker.

I sat there, tapping my fingers on the table till I glanced around and whistled innocently before walking my fingers to the files and snatching the first one and began to read through it. Oh hey, they actually got that wrong. I tossed the file on the near left corner of the desk and grabbed the next one. I did that one but I didn't steal those. I tossed it beside the file on the right of it and then grabbed another. I quickly tossed it into a file beside the one I just tossed. I grabbed another and continued to sort. As I read through I kicked back and put my feet on the table, finding the reports oddly amusing.

Why don't I tell you what I look like? I'm dressed in a sleeveless skin-tight black shirt with black jeans bare feet, black duster with the edges of the tail stained a bit, a black wide choker wrapped around my neck hiding the scar and a pair of goggles hung around my neck as well. My amber colored eyes read word after word, as one hand pushed a few locks of my mid back length brown hair that escaped the hair tie back behind my ear. The two rings in the bottom corners of my lips lifted as I ran my tongue over my teeth and under the rings. Two line scars ran over my right eye from a fight, as well as the rest. My arm was wrapped from shoulder to mid finger with black bandage wraps.

My eyes peaked over a file as the chief walked in again. She took a seat calmly and I ignored her, going back to reading the file with her in the corner of my eye. I tossed the file in the correct pile.

"What are you doing?"

I ignored her before tossing it on the pile on the far left. Another file. Middle. Another file. Right pile. Another. Middle. Another. Middle.

With each file I slapped onto the three piles, she growled and grew more aggravated. I got to the last file and slapped it on the pile on the left. I sat straight and pushed the left pile to her.

"What is this?"

I held up my arms in a x and shook my head.

"No? No, what?"

I held up a finger up in a wait gesture. I pushed the far left pile and nodded, pointing to myself then the pile.

"You did those?"

I nodded smiling as I pointed at her. She pointed to the file I first pushed forward.

"And these are the ones you didn't? How am I supposed to believe that?" she snapped.

I smirked and opened three of the correct files and pointed out the list of stolen items. Cheap food, cheap clothes, ammo, and parts. Pulling the top three off the wrong pile, it showed expensive things like suits, caviar, wine, the pricey stuff that wasn't my thing.

"Ok, so they don't match! You could have stolen those just for a taste of the good life."

I rose my brow and looked at her skeptically.

"Ok, point taken." She said, as she closed the files and put them in the right piles, muttering something about two detectives.

"What's this one?" she asked, pointing to the middle stack.

I held up a hand flat and tilted it side to side.

"Sort of? You sort of did those?"

I nodded.

"Meaning you stole some of the items, but not all?" She's reading my mind.

I nodded.

"Alright, I'll take care of this later. For now, follow me." She said and stood up. I followed as she walked through a door and lead me through hall ways, turning down the maze of halls.

"Do you have a name?"

I stopped mid step and looked down in deep thought. Didn't I have one? Of course I do. My mom named me... what did she name me? I know it. I own my name. So why can't I remember it?

"Hey."

I felt her hand on my shoulder and I jerked up holding my fist back out of reflex till I recognized the chief. Her green eyes stared at me waiting for me to make a move. I let my hand drop as I let the breath I was holding go.

"So, no name?" She asked and I shrugged.

"You don't know? Ok, well for now, let's just make up a name for you. How does Tonrar sound?"

I cringed my nose at the thought of it when the image of council man Tarlok came to mind for some reason. That means devil, ghost or spirit which I guess fits me since no one can keep me here unless I wanted to stay. Hence the Snake Lizard nick name.

"If you don't like it, I'll think of something else."

I shook my head as I grabbed her arm. She stopped and looked at my hand. I jerked it off her arm and shoved my hands in my pockets.

"Tonrar it is then?"

I nodded finding my bare toe interesting. She continued walking and I did too, keeping my eyes far from the chief. I almost ran into the door the chief had opened and I peaked in to see uniforms. I watched as she rummaged around boxes, all stacked on one wall.

"What's your shoe size? A 7, 8?"

I looked at her in confusion and surprise till I figured out what she meant. I held up 9 fingers.

"Here, see how this fits." She said and tossed me a box. I caught it in both hands and opened it to see police issue boots. Nothing fancy or made durable, just something to cover your feet while you chase down perps.

I leaned against the wall and grabbed on quickly shoving it on and lacing it up. I hurried with the other and stood straight. The chief walked down the hall again and opened a door. I peeked inside to see nothing but darkness. For some reason I got the feeling I was about to get murdered in that room.

"Go on." She said and I felt my gut jump as she grabbed my shirt and practically threw me in. I stumbled in and took on a fighting stance as the chief walked in and shut the door behind us.

"No need for that. You're here to clean these."

Suddenly all I saw was white then my eyes began to focus, showing rows of cars, trucks, and bikes. I felt my jaw drop as the corners of my mouth curve into a grin.

"Don't get any ideas. Your washing and fueling all of them."

My smile dropped as I spun around to look at her to see if she was joking. Doesn't seem so. I hope she doesn't mean by myself.

"And this rookie here is going to watch you." She said grabbing a passing officer from the hall. He was small compared to the chief. I glared at the rookie like I was about to rip his heart out and show it to him.

"Make one wrong move and ..." She said before looking at his name tag. "Officer Newlyn here will personally-" she never finished as an officer ran in, huffing and puffing like he ran a mile. His uniform looked like a cheetah leopard thought it was a toy. Parts of it were singed, the other was either soaked, or had blood on it. I walked over to him and grabbed his jaw, turning his head this way and that. I spread his eye open and then looked at the other. I tilted his head back and looked up his nose. I squeezed his jaw and pulled his mouth open. I nodded then let him go giving his cheek a light slap.

"What were you doing?" He asked and I looked at the chief.

"He never answers just as long as he doesn't hurt you, he's fine." She said.

I walked over to her and tapped her shoulder I pointed to the new officer then tapped my head twice and shook it. I tapped my nose and then made a motion of breaking something.

"You go to the infirmary. Tell them you have a concussion and a broken nose." She ordered him and I nodded. I walked over to a cabinet and opened it to see cleaning supplies. I breathe in and out heavily before shrugging off my duster laying it on top of the cabinet and cracking my knuckles. I grabbed a few buckets and got ready to clean.

"why'd you bust in here like a loon?" the chief asked

"A triple threat is in interrogation right now. None of us can hold him down to cuff him." I almost dropped the bucket I was taking off the top shelf when I heard that. I looked back at the chief with surprise.

"Positive?" The chief sighed.

"Yes ma'am." He said.

I smirked and thought sarcastically 'This is gonna be fun'

I glanced over my shoulder and saw all three staring at me. I snatched my duster and pulled it on. I completely forgot about the tattoos on my back, shoulder, and arms. I sent a hard glare over my shoulder at the three and they looked away. I watched as the new officer left and the chief walked over to me.

"We'll be talking about those tattoos later. I'll be back at 8 to bring you to solitary confinement for the night. Until then I expect at least 50 of these Sato mobiles spotless." She said and I scowled.

"Don't give me that look. You put yourself in this mess!"

I flipped her the bird as I walked to the first truck. She had no idea what she was talking about.

I chunked a rag at the truck and slammed my hand on the rag before it dropped. I glanced at the stupid rook and looked for the chief.

When did she leave without me hearing it? I pushed it to the back of my mind and … shit Why did I just imagine her in a dress?! Screw you, brain!

I glanced at the clock and saw it was 11:50. Fuck! I need a drink.

Eight hours and ten fucking long ass minutes later and I cleaned 15 pursuit bikes 50 cars and 25 trucks and still had time to play one game of poker with Officer Newlyn. When the chief walked in, she sent death glares to both of us.

"What the flameo do you think you are doing?! Get back to work!" she yelled.

I stood up getting nose to nose with her. I glared right back into her eyes.

"He's actually been done for the past 20 minutes. He even detailed and freshened up the inside." Officer Newlyn said.

A smirk grew on my face and I stepped away from the chief and showed Officer Newlyn my hand. He groaned as I took the money on the table.

"You played poker against Tonrar? You were screwed from the start." The chief said and I counted the winnings. 50 yuan's.

I counted 25 out and gave it to the chief. She took it and I pocketed my share.

Following the chief out the door, I looked at her face. Looked like she had seen her fair share of things. The scar on her jaw made me a bit uneasy around her, but she was beautiful none the less. I reached up to touch the scar, but she jerked away, looking at me suspiciously. I pointed to the right side of my jaw then her scar with a questioning expression.

"I was a rookie cop and I got a report of a robbery in progress. When I went to pursue, I found it was my sister. I tried to arrest her, but she cut the cable and it came back on me. I just slapped a bandage on it and went about my life." She said.

I nodded as I kept my gaze on her.

"How'd you get those?"

I tilted my head looking at her from the corner of my eye and she pointed to her eye.

I held up my fist like I was fighting and grazed my fist over my eye.

"Did you win?" she asked almost somewhat hopeful.

I shook my head and looked ahead.

"So those tattoos." She began and I looked at her to see she was in thought.

I watched her till she sighed.

"How did you get those at such a young age? Black-market?" she asked.

I nodded. She hummed in understanding. Remembering something, I grabbed her arm and dragged her down the hall stopping at a map. I frantically looked and found the spot, pointing it out to her.

"What's there?" She asked.

I put my hands beside my head and acted like I was sleeping.

"Your house?"

I nodded.

"Why are you pointing this out?"

I made a motion of petting a creature in my arm.

"A pet?"

I nodded.

"You need me to feed it, don't you?"

I nodded sheepishly as I continued walking to the cells.

"What is it? Is it big?"

I shook my head and gestured to about my hip. So it stood about 2 feet tall.

"Great, is it a type of cat?"

I shook my head.

"Dog?"

I wobbled my head side to side.

"I can deal with that." We arrived at the solitary confinement and she opened a cell beside the wall with a table touching the bars. Three mesh bins were piled high with my gadgets and my boots.

"Your personal effects are coming with me."

My jaw dropped and I rolled my eyes. I stormed into the cell and slammed the door shut. I pulled my jacket off along with my shirt to show my inked back. The four elements down my spine. At the top of my back was fire, water was next, then earth, and Air was near the base of my spine. On the left side of my back, Half of the spirit of peace, Raava, was inked in blue and on my right side, Vaatu, the spirit of chaos, was inked in crimson red. On the back of my neck was two neat X's. Starting at my shoulders two dragons wrapped around my arm with their heads placed perfectly on my fore arms. A white dragon was on my left arm and a black dragon was on my right.

"Quite the tattoo." She said.

I nodded and sat on the bunk bolted to the wall with a fabric mattress on top, looking at her.

"Can you read and write?"

I nodded and she walked to the desk pulling out a paper pad and a pencil. She handed me both and I scribbled down something, ripping it out before handing it to her.

"What's your name?" She read the note aloud.

"My name is Lin Beifong." I nodded and rolled that name around in my head.

"Look; uh, the solitary confinement is just for tonight. You'll stay at my place but don't think you can sneak out." She said, forcefully.

I nodded with a smile.

"I'll be by in the morning around 8 to pick you up to clean out our junk room." She informed me.

I nodded and scribbled on another paper ripping it out to give her. She read it and smiled.

"Goodnight, Tonrar." She left with the three mesh bins and I laid down on the bed, waiting for sleep to take me in the land of dreams. Lin. What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I think I won't mind sticking around Lin if it means I see her smile from now on.