My friend and I got chips stuck in the bending machine and we shook it and shot to get them out. We got the water and one bag out but the other is still stuck.. Oh.. And we got the door stuck open so nothing can fall….
Aden looked around a moment before he finally untied his scarf that had been used to gag him from around his mouth. “I’m gonna fucking kill Xander.” He grumbled as he tried to rub away the marks that the bolas left on his wrists.
//you actually went through with that idea of yours didn’t you… . ___.
“It’s exactly what I said… I had a sister. She died almost five years ago…” Aden tried to swallow back any memories and emotions that wanted to surface. He gave a smile. “She was a really significant person to me.. I loved her so much.. I miss her..” He sighed and moved closer to the cop. “I want to pay you back and I’m going to whether you want me to or not.” Aden laughed when Mako said he’d try to stay out of trouble. “Yeah. Stay out of trouble. That’s funny. I’m breaking this city’s laws just by standing here in an equalist uniform and anything I do for the cause I support is technically against the law. As for making changes in my life, I have. Joining the equalists was the best choice I ever could have made. It got me away from the Triple Threats and I met people who are going to be life long friends.”“Yeah… I had a sister.” Aden closed his eyes a moment as he took a deep breath to calm down then opened his eyes back up. He let out a pitiful laugh. “I’m a great brother… That’s funny. Now why won’t you tell me a price.. I want to pay you back and I can’t promise Ill stay out of trouble. Especially since I’m considered a terrorist in this city..” His stomach let out a small growl, but he ignored it and set the bag down. “That’s the problem. The want to survive is around sometimes, but it’s hard to keep that want around”
Mako listened to him talk about his sister and felt a wave of sadness laced within his voice. “What do you mean by had a sister? Did something happen? I don’t mean to pry, but your sister seems to be someone significant to you.” It intrigued him, a bit, seeing an Equalist, he related to when living on the streets.
He slightly smiled, brushing off in trying to repay him back for the food. “Nah, I said to drop it. You don’t have to pay me back for that. Believe me, I know you’ll try your hardest to keep out of trouble. The only thing I ask is you take good care of yourself and go make some changes in your life and become something. I know its challenging being in your position, but only you can make things happen and change. You don’t always have to be stuck in the situation. There are choices. Now, like I said, don’t bother with paying me back. Its on the house.”
Can you guys like send Aden or Xander some questions?
Equalists keep some benders in-tact and use them to do hard labor and dirty work, whether they want to or not.
“Explain it again.”
“The device is simple, sir. It’s a means of obedience, of control… or torture, if you see fit. The material the inside of the collar is lined with a highly conductive alloy that is connected to a thin wire leading up to the temple. The receivers intercept the signals from the remote control that the guard has, and they can control how high the voltage goes. If you want to give them a small little jump or fry their brains, the option is in your hands. It’s rather simple to use.” Hiroshi smiled, adjusting the device around the young earthbender’s neck for the final time. Amon looked down at the small remote in his hand, turning it over slowly.
“Let this be our little secret. No one else is to receive this until I have tested this to its fullest extent. Am I clear?” He ordered, glaring out of his mask at the nonbender. The older man shrank back under the cold gaze, nodding quickly.
“Leave.” With that, Hiroshi exited the office, leaving the frightened teen and equalist alone. The older man slowly walked around him, watching the heavy tremble that ran down the boy’s spine. He hated that the nonbending inventor had even thought of creating something like this. It seemed inhumane and perverted, but he had to admit silently that the small glow the device emitted was so close to matching the young boys eyes.
He had always been fond of that particular shade of green.
Amon circled around him again, his eyes sweeping over the broad shoulders that were hunched forward slightly, the expanse of muscles that tensed whenever he drew near, and the chisled jaw that jutted out in forced defiance. He gripped the boy’s jaw roughly with his hand, turning his face upwards to inspect the damage done. The equalists who brought him in had been immediately escorted to the on-site medic for their extensive injuries, though it appeared that they had gotten a few hits in on him as well. A dark bruise was already starting to form on his right cheek, his bottom lip swollen and cut. His nose seemed broken, though it looked old, possibly from his childhood. But his eyes…
They held so many emotions. Pain, fear, distrust, anxiety, apprehension, hurt, and more. It was the hope the bloodbender saw with it all that got him furious. The bender had been caught and hooked up to a machine that could very well end his life, and yet he still had hope?
Amon let him go and flicked the switch on the remote in his other hand, watching as the young teen bit back a scream and convulsed slightly. The earthbender lasted all of two minutes and several readjustments to the voltage before he threw his head back and screamed loudly, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes. It was only then that Amon turned the device off. As soon as he did, the teen fell forward on his hands and knees, breathing heavily. The equalist knelt down in front of him, cocking his head to the side as he cupped the boy’s cheek gently in his open palm and turned his face upwards yet again. When he still saw the untarnished hope shining brightly with the tears in those green eyes, he scowled beneath his porcelain mask.
He would break the young one soon enough.
“Let’s start from the beginning, shall we? My name is Amon… and you are now mine.”
more mako and bolin’s parents 2.0 with happy bending learning fun times
just your daily reminder that they’re both DEAD yup dead as the dirt bolin learned earthbending on
Okay, so I finished the drawing I was making yesterday. Mako and Bolin with their dad (I’d put their mother in too, but I have not decided how seh’d look, so I’ll post her later.) Here the boys were 5 and 3 years. It’s so hard to draw children, ugh.