A/N: Hello! Well, look at this, my first LoK fanfic, what a pretty little diddy!
Haha, oh lord... Alright well, ahem, I suppose I ought to explain this a wee bit, hm? Give it a proper summary?

Set a few weeks post-finale, Team Avatar has been working 'round the clock to repair the damage dealt to Republic City by Amon, as well as keep it from falling apart. The people are restless, the tension between non-benders and benders runs high. Amidst this, a new faceless terror begins to rise in the city, bringing on a string of strange murders that lead the people to wonder about their home's future. Their faith in the Avatar is dwindling as vicious attacks continue. With the pressure of keeping the city safe, as well as her own personal issues, Korra must push herself to the brink to save the failing Republic City and keep her loved ones together.

Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Korra.

Quiet was the downtown district on Republic City.

The night was cool, dank and soggy. An on-and-off drizzle had cleared the dirty streets completely. Not a couple or drunkard walked the cobbled roads, no Satomobile puttered along them either. In fact, the area seemed completely deserted except for the small hordes of spider-rats that scurried between buildings. The vermin seemed oblivious to the rain, continuing to nibble happily on rotting scraps left by a merchant or fish monger. So content with their findings, barely a beady black eye was turned when a Satotaxi slowly rounded a corner and rolled over the pavement.

The taxi's driver was a middle aged man with stringy brown hair that hung passed his unshaven jawline. A cigarette hung loosely from between his slightly yellowed teeth. He was working long after his hours had finished, hoping to make some extra cash off the clock. In this crummy area there was always some drunk looking for a ride, just intoxicated enough not to realize how many extra yuans he paid. Scratching his pot belly through his sweat dampened uniform, the man yawned loudly, his dull brown eyes searching the seemingly empty street for a customer.

Deciding he may as well head home for the night, he prepared to turn the next dark corner when from out of a shadow walked a man.

Slamming his foot on the breaks, the driver sat up in his seat, glaring at the cloaked figure.

"Hey buddy, watch where you're goin'." he hissed

The man said nothing, standing with his back turned to the taxicar. The lack of response irked the driver and he laid a rapid double tap to the horn.

"You deaf or somethin'? You coulda got run over!"

Suddenly the cloaked man turned on his heel to face the car. The sudden movement made the driver jump a little in his seat, squinting into the darkness to try to get a look at the fool who had tried to walk into 'traffic'. Still not speaking a word, the man took two long strides towards the car's left side. A shiver of discomfort tickled the driver's neck, something seemed off about this whole situation..

"You're still operating this late?" came a slow, rough voice.

"Uh, yeah, I suppose." he mumbled. "Where to?"

"Slim Stone Apartment building." The voice said, as the man climbed into the seat of the cab.

The driver blinked. "Well what a coincidence, I've got an apartment there, what room are ya?"

"Just visiting."

"Oh, well then."

With the conversation heading nowhere, the driver said nothing more as he drove. He took a second, peering into the mirror that allowed him to look forward into the cab of the Satotaxi to see the customers. He could barely see more than a blob thanks to the lack of light. All he could tell was that the man wore a hooded cloak that hung over his forehead and had a collar that covered up to his nose. The car passed a streetlight that suddenly cast a yellow glow into the cab. A pair of narrowed grey eyes stared back at him. He quickly looked back up at the road and pulled up to the shady, filthy building.

"I'm goin' to pull around back to my spot, I'll let ya in with my key, alright?" he said awkwardly, steering the car down the narrow driveway and into the back parking lot.

He parked the taxi in his usual spot and tapped the roof of the cab with a grubby hand.

"Alright, we're here. That'll be seventeen yuans, pal."

The strange man slid from his seat slowly, moving to stand at the side of the driver's section of the Satotaxi. He stood, still and silent for a moment or two, the driver extending his hand for his money. When the patron made no move to pay, or at all, he frowned and flexed his fingers.

"C'mon, we ain't got all night to just sit around Mac." he grunted in irritation.

The man's grey eyes glinted at him from behind his collar, narrowing farther.

"No, I suppose not." he said, still not moving. "At least I don't. You however look quite comfortable."

"What're you gettin' at?" he started, frowning. "Just pay and let me go in."

"I'm afraid payment won't be necessary." the man spoke, voice like gravel as he finally lifted his arms. "Not for a dead man."

The taxi driver opened his mouth to retort in confusion, but was suddenly gripped by a strange sensation. It was as if his skin were shrinking, his muscles contracting and convulsing. His eyes widened and he tried to shout, but no sound came out except for a short rasping in his throat. He could feel his body rise slightly from the seat and the movement of his muscles growing more and more rapid. He twitched, arms and legs bending and kicking wildly and his body lurching forward and then straightening out. The shrinking-skin feeling became stronger and it felt as is hundreds upon thousands of tiny needles were pricking him all over. His chest heaved to the point where he thought his lungs may collapse.

The man before him moved his arms in a rash, thrusting motion and his eyes watched the driver like a hunter would their prey. His eyes remained unblinking as the rasping noise his victim made became a low gurgling.

Suddenly, the driver started to repeatedly puff out his chest and stomach then curl over. By the third time this cycle occurred, red liquid was spraying from between his lips. After a few more of these jolts, there was a ripping sound. It masked the second tearing noise the driver's shirt made and was followed by the thump of the driver hitting the seat again.

The sound had not been the clothes, or the fabric of the Satotaxi seat. It had been the ripping of flesh. Across the driver's chest was a jagged laceration, running sporadically like a lightning strike down over his stomach. Almost instantly blood began to pool in the floor of the taxi. The driver slumped forward against the wheel, pudgy face smearing the splatter over the front of his section. His eyes remained wide, draining of life, and his mouth hung open and dripped still.

The cloaked man lowered his hands and cracked his knuckles, surveying his work.

"I'd apologize, however that would mean I would need to feel remorse for your sad, dead soul." he said, a spark of something igniting in his voice. "Why lie?"

Passed his collar he grinned, turning and walking from the car.

A/N: So, what do you think about the first chapter? I know, I know, no major characters just yet, this is just to tease you a wee bit :)
I have a good idea of where this will go, and my rating will most likely go to M very soon, I even feel a little unsure as putting this as T because of the violence and gore..

Also, I hesitate to narrow this by character, I do plan to bring out the Makorra pairing however. I am looking to fix up Bolin with someone too, I'm just unsure who as of yet, so I'm open to suggestions! I could always just go by popular demand, makes my job easier!

Also, on an unrelated note, who all is excited that Bryke revealed at Comic Con that LoK is getting THREE more seasons?

R&R, Thank you!
MTD