A/N: So I wrote this monstrosity... Amon/Korra which is like, my current favorite crack ship...

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Only I could have three fics involving canon (or possibly canon, anyway) couples, and manage to finish the crack fic first. Such is life…

Part 1 of my Amorra fic. Amon's captured Korra, and Korra tries to figure out an escape before Amon can go through with his plans for her…

Rated T, may go up to M later, though… possibly…

"Wake up, Korra…"

Korra opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry, and her head was pounding. She blinked her eyes a few times to focus, trying to remember what had happened…

She'd been at the arena, and had been about to head back to Air Temple Island.

The Equalists! They had ambushed her! She'd fought them off, but they'd tied her up. Then that one with the electric kali sticks, the Lieutenant had hit her, and that's all she remembered until now…

Her vision became clearer, and she found herself looking at a grey metal wall.

It was freezing cold here, wherever here was. There was a dim light shining somewhere behind her. She tried to turn her head to look around, but she couldn't move, it hurt too badly. Her arms were suspended above her head, with what felt like heavy metal shackles, and she could feel the same things around her ankles.

"So you've finally come to," the deep voice spoke again. Korra's stomach felt like lead. She recognized that voice. Sure enough, Amon stepped in front of her. He chuckled softly as he seized her chin, and raised her head to his eye level. She flinched: her neck was stiff and painful.

"I'm glad. I was beginning to think that my followers had done some permanent damage," he said. She couldn't see past his mask, but she was sure he was smirking at her.

"Let me go," she ordered. She was careful not to show him any fear. The last time he had captured her, she had lost her head completely and broken down crying in fear. She wouldn't make that mistake again. She wouldn't give him any power over her.

"No." he said simply.

"Where am I?" Korra demanded.

"Somewhere safe," he said, tightening his grip on her chin. "A special place I procured just for you. My followers want me to destroy you, and I shall in the end. But for now, it suits me to have you alive."

Korra tried to squirm, but she still couldn't move.

"You should consider yourself lucky, girl," he continued, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "I could kill you right now."

"Then why don't you?" she snarled, snapping her teeth at his hand. She tried to jerk her head away from him, but to no avail.

"I told you already. For the time being it suits me to keep you alive."

He removed his hand, and sauntered around her. She was very nervous now. She wished that she could look to see what he was up to.

She then yelped in pain as her ponytail was yanked. The pain only lasted for a moment, however, and she felt her hair fall loose. Amon appeared in front of her again, twirling her hair tie around his finger.

"You should wear your hair like this more often," he mused. His eyes were glittering maliciously behind his mask, and it made Korra feel sick.

"I like it pulled up. It's out of my way," she said defiantly. She scowled as he started to chuckle again.

"Well from now on, you will wear it loose in my presence," he ordered, fingering one of her side tails. She wasn't sure what he was trying to do, but she decided to keep being direct with him. He'd eventually get bored, and stop with his head games…

"Why am I here?"

"Because I want you here" he said simply, smugly.

"And why do you want me here?" she growled. He would not win this game. She would get the best of him…

He drew close now, standing nose to nose with his prisoner. Korra could feel her breath hitting his mask. She tried not to look him in the eyes, but his intense gaze drew her in. His eyes were a dark gray, glittering with pure malice, all of it directed at her.

"Learn to hold your tongue, Avatar, or I will remove it. Listen to me closely, now. I will not tolerate your backtalk or attitude. I am gracious enough to allow you to live, and you will show your gratitude by obeying me, and being still when you are in my presence…" He was cut off as Korra spit in his face.

He quickly drew back, Korra was pleased to see. He didn't bother to wipe the spit from the cheek of his mask, but began, to Korra's confusion, to chuckle again.

"No matter, you'll learn soon. You seem intelligent enough…" he sneered, backing away from her. "A few days in isolation will be a good first lesson. Behave yourself, and I will reward you."

The room suddenly became pitch black as the dim light went out.

"What's going on?" she demanded. There was no answer from her captor. "Amon?"

But there was still no answer. She could sense that he wasn't in the cell with her any longer, but she hadn't heard a door open or close. She tried to fidget again, and found that she was starting to regain some of her motion. The chi block must be wearing off. Good. Once she could bend again, she would try to find a way out...

A/N: So yeah. Some Amorra in the midst of the sea of Makorra... Regrets? None.

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