A/N: Hey guys! So I was watching Book 1 again (Honestly I missed it and I needed a break from studying. My brain was turning to mush.) and I started with Out of the Past. I realized I kept pointing out things here and there where I would've added something and somehow I ended up writing this. The episode completely forgotten although I did look up quite a few times because Mako was so worried about Korra and it was like the greatest thing ever. Like goodbye douchebag hello loverboy (Sorry Asami I think you're kickass and all but like… aaand I'm talking to a fake character… . ) Well then as you can see I'm clearly sleep deprived among other things SOOOOOO enjoy!

(I don't own the characters or the show this is just pure imagination.)

Her muscles stretched to an invisible demand. The blood rushing through her veins being bent by the hand of her captor - Controlling the movement in which he pleased. She could both feel and hear the bones in her body struggling to conform to his desires as they moved involuntarily at awkward angles. The only control she had was the movement of her eyes and at times her mouth but she had quickly given that up. At first, if she tried hard enough she could move her jaw and form words although they often came out as a choked off gasp. The words often dieing on the tip of her tongue whenever he clenched his fist squeezing the air out of her lungs making it so she would struggle to gain back her breath rather than say anything. So she stuck with her eyes taking in everything she could that could possibly help her escape from this nightmare.

After what felt like hours of jostling around in the back of the truck, Tarrlok opened the doors to her prison. Before she was forced to succumb to his blood bending, she managed to catch a glimpse of her whereabouts.

There was a small snow fall coming down but she knew the signs of an incoming storm. Within an hour there was sure to be a complete whiteout. A chill ran down her body every nerve on fire warning of the danger in front of her, the councilman, but it wasn't just from him. It was from the bitter icy winds piercing her skin, needle - like punctures that raised every hair on her body in protest. From what she could tell judging by the drive here and what little she could see from her angle on the floor, she was able to come to a conclusion about two things.

One being that she was definitely up in the mountains. The familiarity of said conditions reminding her of the compound's surrounding hills that she used to go penguin sledding on. Well when she could anyway. Her training and schooling took up most of her time making it so she could only count on one hand the times she was able to go out and have fun like that - Be the kid she was never going to be with the title 'Avatar' tied to her name.

Secondly, considering how long it took to get here and the conditions in which she found herself in. It would be a miracle if she was found and even then that could take days, weeks, months in itself.

Not that she didn't believe that her friends would find her. It was just that with everything going on with Amon, she wouldn't be surprised if that was their first suspicion. Besides she was sure Tarrlok would go back and make up some story, what he would say she didn't know. They would believe whatever he said though. He had more power in the council and the police force than anyone would like to admit.

She could feel the panic build its way up her throat in a scream her heart pumping with fear. Kicking her legs in his direction in a desperate way to escape him. The fire thick and hot was quickly diminished before it could even reach his pale blue robes. His hand risen in anger as he pulled at her blood lifting her from the back of the truck twisting her arm farther than her body allowed until it made a sickening crack. Her screams were drowned out by the tight grip on her throat, constricting her from expressing agony. Tears formed in her eyes at the excruciating pain licking its way up her arm, every nerve in the surrounding area on fire.

"Careful, next time it won't be just your arm..." From there he moved her in front of him to keep a careful eye on her but she swore it was also to watch her suffer. Like it was a drug to him.

The cabin in which they stopped at looked as if it would keel over if a good storm passed through. The inside was old, the floor boards were rotting away, spider cat webs littered where wall met ceiling in silky threads. There was only one window in the whole living area and a splintered door just to the right of it. Cracks were etched into every part of the glass except in a small area in the far most left bottom of the corner.

She was moved aside again when they reached the door, banged open by Tarrlok's foot before she was being pulled to the front. It made her sick. She was his puppet and he her puppeteer. Controlling her every limb like they were on strings, only they were the blood rushing through her veins. Except she wasn't an inanimate object. She was a human being, a living and breathing body. He too was a human being and it made it all the more wrong.

Her eyes managed to catch one last glimpse of snow from the non-broken corner of the window before she was lowered further down into the frozen earth.

"Please, " she whispered. "You don't have to do this. Whee.. we… ca". She gasped at the air being squeezed from her lungs trying to suck in as much as she could.

"Stop talking or i'll break something else! You see AVATAR Korra there is no use of you. You are nothing but a hindrance, a parasite really. With you out of the way, my plans for Republic City will be… "

"Power…" she spoke through gritted teeth.

"Power? Well I suppose you're right but not in the way you may think."

The stomping of his boots against the withered planks of the staircase like an annoying drum in her ear.

"You see Avatar Korra once my plans have been put into motion, people will look to me as their savior. I will be the one known to have put an end to Amon's revolution. Not you. I will be known for making the city safer. Not you. Your role in this is to stay out my way for as long as necessary to make this happen and in order for that to work you'll have to stay here for as long as need be."

There was only one light in the whole room. The light produced was so weak it couldn't reach the outskirts of the room making the box directly under the light the center of attention,

"When things are settled in the city I will bring you out for the people to see. Think about it. Republic City's dedicated councilmen saves you from the hands of Amon all by his lonesome. They'll see just how weak you are. How pathetic. The poor water tribe girl who is supposed to bring peace to the world and hold the power to bend all 4 elements couldn't even save her own self. They'll begin to think you can't save them and will look to me for their problems. As for you? well…", He chuckled as he levitated her higher into the metal box in the center of the room, her wolf tail grazing the grates on top, "You'll be considered an outcast. The worst Avatar they'll call you." A laugh ripped through the air.

"Goodbye Avatar."

Suddenly she felt gravity pull her fast downwards. The metal door screeching to a shut, hinges squeaking at the movement before her feet even made contact with the floor.

Having been held up for so long and the fact that she wasn't expecting the sudden drop, her knees immediately crumpled from beneath her. Her head smacked hard against the wall and her broken arm twisted behind her could feel the bone splinter even more beneath her skin on impact and let out a blood- curdling scream at the pain. Black spots dancing across her peripheral vision.

She couldn't get into a comfortable position. Too scared to move her arm anymore than she already has. Her muscles ached from Tarrlok's' blood bending. Her lungs fighting to gather in the air it was limited to take in for so long. Her head was pounding with a headache and the contact it made with the wall, making it near impossible for her to focus on the task at hand.

Find a way out.

Screams ripped through the cold stale air of the basement. It felt like hours until her voice became hoarse from her cries for help.

Anyone. Anything. Nothing.

It wasn't until the ringing in her ears grew to where she couldn't even hear herself did she let the blackness settle over her mind. The days events and the severe injuries she had sustained within the last few hours took its toll on her body. Tarrlok's plan haunting her as she fell asleep.