Bolin began to walk home just as his brother told him to. The cold spikes of fear still pounded at his head while he tried to wrap his mind around the concept of the past events. He tried to think of every possible solution to what happened, but none of the pieces fit the puzzle.
“He sucked the life from her body. I thought taking one’s bending away was the worst thing to happen, but this?”
The scene kept flowing through his mind, like a video stuck on replay, every horrific image playing out like they were happening all over again. Bolin’s senses seemed to have peaked within the last hour, he heard every noise, smelled every wisp of air that that passed through his nostrils, and paid attention to every detail of each person that passed him, none of which matched the mysterious man in the ally.
Bolin walked the city for well over two hours, but each passing minute seemed to worry him more and more. The sight of the sun rising made the distraught bender realize how much time has passed and, though reluctant, decided to head home and get some rest. Once he was able to discover his location amongst the city, the earthbender put himself on the right direction to the ferry and began to walk more. The cold hands of fatigue began to claw itself into the young man’s mind, and his eyes became heavy. He no longer felt his feet hit the pavement, but he still have notion of what he was doing. As he was walking, something seemed to catch his eye. A tall figure stand amongst the trees, staring at every movement Bolin made. The drowsy Bolin rubbed his eyes, unsure if his mind was playing tricks on his frail mind. He turned his head once more towards the direction of the man, but he was there no longer.
“I got to get some sleep soon; I’ll go crazy if I don’t.” He thought to himself.
His walk soon turned into a brisk run towards the ferry, the sooner he was safe at home, the better. He reached the docks within minutes and, along with a cheerful greeting from the ferryman, was on his was across the water. His quick breaths soon turned into long, deep inhales as the sensation of calm and solitude wash over his body. The only thought in his mind was simple; bed. And he did just that, he got off the ferry and slowly walked to his room. With a thud, his head hit his pillow and he was fast asleep.
Bolin awoke in the later evening, yet he was not in his room, but in the city. He had no earthy idea how he got there, and no idea where exactly “there” was. Nothing looked familiar to him, but he proceeded to walk in one direction. Chills crept into his spine as he felt the sensation of eyes upon him. Something was watching him, and with each step the earthbender took, the being was two steps closer. Bolin proceeded up the street, but was soon halted by a sound behind him. He whipped around, hands up and ready for a fight, but nothing was there.
“Something’s not right…. Where is everyone?”
The usual bustling streets were soulless and empty; the buildings dull and grey. Bolin once again heard the noise behind him, but as he whipped around, two tall figures were behind him. They were cloaked in hoods and had the same chilling smile the man in the ally had. Fear seemed to strike the bender right in the core of his stomach. The normal sense of resistance Bolin normally had was washed over with dread and fear, so he did the only thing he could think of, and ran. He sprinted down the street, not daring to look back, but as he turned the corner, four more tall figures were blocking his path. He turned once more towards the direction he came from, but the two figures from before was blocking his path as well. So, like a dog trapped in a corner, he decided to fight. With the raise of his hands, two boulders were in his control and were soon thrown at the enemies. Fear once again struck the earthbender as each figure dodged the attacks, and as they did, they progressed forward. Bolin continued to fight, throwing everything he had at his enemies, but not a single attack hit its target. Exhaustion soon set in and Bolin fell to one knee, only to be picked up by cold, deadly hands.
“What are you? Why are you doing this?” exclaimed the bender.
“Weeee are the giverssss and takerssss of life.” hissed the figure. “It is ssssimply because we can.”
The being’s smile turned into an open mouth full of sharp teeth. A burning sensation hit Bolin in the very center of his wellbeing, as if everything he knew, everything he was, were being taken from him. Every memory and experience seemed to flash through his mind as he felt the years leave his body, as if an hourglass was reaching the final grains of sand before it was empty. Every bit of his will attempted to hold on to the final moments but, as if he was holding on to a weight for too long, it became too much and slipped away. His body became an empty vessel, just as the girl’s did in the ally. Darkness overwhelmed him and he slipped into an empty void.
Bolin shot upward and threw a medium sized ball of rock at the wall, and mind soon followed by taking in the surroundings. Bolin soon realized he was safe in his room, and he fell back onto his bed.
“It was just a dream.” He told himself as he wiped the sweat of his forehead. “But…. It seem so real.”
It had been a little more than two hours since he fell asleep, but the feeling of drowsiness was gone, and the bender decided he would head back to the city to check up on his brother. He hoped that his older counterpart had achieved some progress about the current case. So Bolin ate a quick snack and, with Pabbu on his shoulder, got on the ferry and headed to the city. The streets were now full with people, some rushing to work, some chatting with friends, but to Bolin, any sign of humanity calmed him. The dreamed haunted him all the way to the station as he walked.
”Everything felt real Pabbu. Every feeling, every sensation, it was as if it truly happened.”
The small ferret only looked at his owner and let out a small sound of acknowledgment. It was not long until the two reached the station. As he walked inside, he quickly noticed his brother amongst the group of uniformed police. Before he reached his brother, Bolin decided he would keep the dream to himself, just for now.
“He probably already has a lot on his plate, the last thing he needs is me making it worse.” He thought to himself
“Hey bro! Any progress on…. The situation?”
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