(Hey guys! Alright, so I'm going to change the powers of the spirits to make them more relatable to the plot. Also, if you have any ideas for the story, PLEASE pm me. I love getting your ideas, so don't be shy! I don't bite that hard!)

Korra looked at Tarrlok, attempting to sit up. Or even move. Useless. For some reason, that was the one word that came to her mind right now. Tarrlok smirked, dark energy surrounding him. "Well, how strong is my niece now?" he snarled, slashing at Korra with the dark energy. It created a nasty, deep gash in her abdomen, or stomach. Korra screamed out, her eyes wide. She stumbled to her feet, finding the strength to stand.

'Now to find the strength to win,' Korra thought to herself, summoning fire in her hand. She threw it at the man whom she called 'Uncle', who used the dark energy to force the flame to fade, and then disappear.

He used that same dark energy to shove her through the construction site, Korra getting wounds on her hands and feet as she attempted to stop her ride to a large hole surrounded in rock and dirt. The girl was flung into a machine every once in a while, and would even be picked up and just dropped again. She ended up in the hole anyway, no matter what she did or used to try and stop herself. Korra hit the ground on her back with a resounding thud, and it knocked the air out of her. It wasn't like the gash in her stomach wasn't doing enough. It was.

Tarrlok sent multiple rocks and steel beams down at Korra, who attempted to block and move most of them. She ended up with more cuts and bruises, mostly on her face and arms. She felt the dark energy fade slowly. Either Tarrlok was walking away from the fight, or she was starting to black out. Probably both. The next thing she knew, Korra felt two skinny yet strong hands on one of her arms. It was shaking her roughly, and she opened her eyes from her squinted gaze. It was Asami, of course, and she realized that she hadn't moved. She was still in the same stupid pit she was thrown in, and now Asami was here. Great. Korra then realized that her girlfriend was talking. Mumbling, it seemed.

"Korra, cmon. You'll be okay," Asami said, holding onto the girl's arm. She was crying, but she wasn't sure if her close friend could see that. There was a pool of blood around the tanner girl's body, most of that coming from her stomach. It looked like she got stabbed with a Satosaw^R(my phone keyboard doesn't have the little R in a circle). "Korra, let's go back to the base and have some ice cream," Asami said quietly, putting her head on Korra's shoulder. "Let's make fun of Bolin for always carrying around that ferret plush," she laughed softly, gripping her girlfriends bloody arm tighter. "Remember? He named it Pabu, right?"

Korra couldn't even hear Asami, but she noticed the small, sad laugh that she let out. Korra's arm numbly tried to reach out to Asami, but she barely moved a finger.

"Let's laugh about how I beat you in that game of paper basketball that one time," she said softly, looking down at Korra. "I know you'd be doing that adorable pout of yours again," Asami said, laying next to the limp girl. Korra tried to stay conscious, trying to focus on her friends words. "I always loved that pout...." Asami whispered, holding onto Korra tightly and closing her eyes, nuzzling into the now unconscious girl. Asami managed to cry herself to sleep, holding onto her girlfriend as the propellers of a Satocopter flew above them.