The shadows consume me, they swallow me whole,

And I'm left to wander in the depths of my soul.

In the quiet of the night, they silently creep,

Shadows on the wall, where nightmares seep.

Twisting tendrils of darkness, they entwine,

Drawing forth fear from the depths of the mind.

They dance and flicker in the dim candlelight,

A chilling tableau in the still of the night.

With every movement, they seem to grow,

Casting a pall over all that I know.

I feel their icy fingers upon my skin,

As fear takes hold and starts to begin.

A whisper, a shiver, a tremor deep,

As the shadows on the wall start to creep.

They twist and coil, a malevolent force,

Drawing me closer to a darker course.

I try to resist, to break free from their hold,

But fear has a grip that's relentless and bold.

In the depths of despair, I'm lost in their sway,

Trapped in the darkness, unable to stray.

Oh, how the shadows consume me, how they swallow me whole.

Lost in their embrace, I surrender my soul.

~Dae Sungi’s Death Note. 21:04 2/28/156

Republic City, #0059

Paunn’itt:

Paunn’itt Tee stood in front of a large mirror. The frame, fashioned from fine black marble with streaks of some rubylike red stone, giving an odd combination of sophistication. Its sleek surface providing the perfect backdrop for the piece studded with a dazzling array of meticulously arranged gems along each corner. The gemstones seemed to be carefully selected for their brilliance and clarity, sparkling under the ambient light and casting a kaleidoscope of colors that danced faintly across the room. The craftsmanship’s quality evident in every detail, from the precision-cut facets of the gems to the seamless integration with the marble base. Despite his familiarity with luxury, the mirror's extravagant design still managed to impress Paunn’itt every time he looked upon it. A testament to the excellence of the maker.

Obviously an earthbender, Paunn’itt thought, averting his eyes from the many jewels back down to his reflection, which wavered in the faint light. Paunn’itt was a handsome man. His features sharply defined—dark hair framing a face with deep blue eyes and a rich skin tone that spoke of sun-kissed days—typical of anyone who hailed from the northern water tribes. While many would have called him handsome, perhaps even exotically beautiful, what stared back at him from the mirror was anything but.

One would say his reflection was twisted and contorted, a grotesque distortion. The man's breath slightly held in his throat as he beheld the sight before him. His skin looked scorched and marred as if ravaged by fire, patches of angry red contrasting starkly against the healthy hue, making patches of his skin look melted like candle wax. Oozing down his face in disgusting blotches. Jagged lines of crimson cuts also traced across his face and down his neck, weaving a tale of blood and flesh that looked like rivers of red.

And his eyes. His once-deep blue eyes were a haunting shade of green, gleaming with an eerie luminescence that sent shivers down his spine. They seemed to pierce through him with an otherworldly stare. Blood dripped from his reflection's wounds, pooling at his feet in a macabre dance of despair.

The man reached out a hand, grazing his fingers against the cool surface of the mirror. He half-expected to feel the searing heat of flames licking at his skin, but, as usual, all he felt was the smoothness of the glass beneath his touch. He blinked, hoping to dispel the nightmare that had consumed his reflection, but when he opened his eyes, the visage remained unchanged.

He tore his gaze away from the mirror, hearing his assistant knocking on his office door. A small part of him was also unable to bear the sight any longer. But even as he turned his back to the reflection, he imagined he could feel its gaze staring at the back of his neck. As Joo Dee opened and walked in, she scanned the office and the normal mirror before settling her eyes upon Paunn’itt.

“Sir, you have three scheduled guests today. Two you’ve requested and another that wishes to speak with you.” Joo Dee informed him. “Who is the requestor?” asked Paunn’itt.

“Noatak from the Bio-Novas,” Joo Dee said, emphasizing ‘Bio’ and ‘Novas’ separately. “Send him in,” Paunn’itt answered.

About half a minute later, his office door swung open, and Noatak walked in. He seemed to exude a warm presence as he entered the room, carried on the heels of a man who exuded an air of friendliness and approachability. His stride was confident yet unhurried, each step echoing with a quiet assurance that seemed to draw people in.

Dressed in a well-tailored suit that spoke of comfort and ease, he wore it with the effortless grace of someone accustomed to commanding attention without demanding it. The fabric draped elegantly over his frame, hinting at a physique honed by both discipline and refinement.

His features were very welcoming, a testament to the kindness that seemed to radiate from his very being. A genuine and infectious smile played upon his lips, crinkling the corners of his deep-set eyes with warmth and sincerity. His eyes, a gentle shade of hazel, sparkled with a quiet intelligence that spoke volumes without uttering a word. His complexion was similar to Paunn’itt's due to their shared tribal ancestry.

As he approached, he extended a hand in greeting, “Paunn’itt! Very good to see you again.” Noatak spoke in a voice that sounded like warm honey.

“Same to you, Noatak,” Paunn’itt answered, shaking Noatak’s outstretched hand, which was almost perfectly molded with his own—not too hard, not too soft. Come, sit, my friend.” Paunn’itt gestured towards one of the lounge chairs he kept in his office specifically for important individuals.

As Noatak gracefully sat down and Paunn’itt sat behind his dark oak desk, he poured two glasses of plum wine. “So, what can I do for you?” asked Paunn’itt right before handing a glass to Noatak.

Taking it and sipping before answering, Noatak replied, “I'm here to discuss the latest developments with Bio-Novas. As you know, our organization has been expanding our clinics. Useful to you I’m sure as you can tell people that we are now able to reach more communities in need.”

“Ah, yes, I've heard about your commendable efforts in that regard. It's truly impressive what Bio-Novas has accomplished.” Paunn’itt replied.

“Thank you, Mr. Paunn'itt. We're committed to making a difference in people's lives. However, I must also bring to your attention our plans for a new research patent.”

“Hm, oh yes.” Paunn’itt said snapping his fingers, “I did take a quick glance at the proposals. It seems quite an ambitious undertaking.”

Taking a deep sip from his glass before speaking, Noatak said, “Indeed, it is. But with your support, I believe we can push it through the earth and fire nation representatives successfully.”

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Before answering, Paunn’itt took a second to collect his thoughts and mulled over his words, “Noatak, you know I've always supported Bio-Novas and its mission. However, I must admit that some of the methods you’ve proposed in this new research project are controversial, to say the least. I know you’ve paid at least some attention to the rumors, no?”

Noatak inhaled then exhaled deeply, seemingly collecting his thoughts, “I understand your concerns, Paunn'itt. I understand how this looks to the public, to your colleagues, and to waterbenders. Bloodbending is quite deeply frowned upon, surprisingly moreso by fellow waterbenders most of all. Yet, you also know that for all our progress, all we’ve achieved, it still hasn't made a dent in the power of the earthbenders. In an age where every invention, every piece of technology, the very roofs over our head involve metal and stone, earthbenders rule the world.”

Leaning forward, Noatak continued his tirade, “But there is a chink in the armor of the Goddmashin. You were probably just a boy, but the only time in living memory where the Goddmashin faced true risk in their impenetrable armor and success was the great Pulsemeni Project. They succeeded, oh yes, but for weeks civilians doubted their success, their intelligence, even their power.”

“And yet the Pulsemeni Project was a success, and changed the landscape of technology.” Paunn’itt pointed out, vaguely recalling the stories from his childhood.

“Yes, but the Goddmashin faced true risk.” Noatak rebutted, “They risked their reputation, their wealth, prestige, so much could have happened and gone wrong of which might've brought them to ruin. But it didn’t, and with the success of Pulsemeni the Goddmashin became untouchable. Godlike even.” Noatak spoke with vigor, spit almost coming from his mouth as he continued on, “and that brings me now to our research. We need our own Pulsemeni Project and this can be it! We need our own success. Too long waterbenders have been fractured. Too long have the Northern Tribes been blind to its sister tribes. Too long have the Southern Tribes stumbled alone to flail and fail. Too long have the Andarnir sequestered themselves on their tiny islands. Too long have the swamp tribes hidden from the known world. We are a fractured people, Paunn’itt. Broken. Weak. Pushed around by the whims of others. The Northern Tribes like to say we 'go with the flow'. A stupid excuse for powerless men.” He spat out.

Slowing down, Noatak’s voice took on a more collected edge, “But I believe that the potential of our work will unite us. What do we have to lose? Another failure? We have that aplenty. One more will not affect us. So that is what I bring to you. An irrelevant failure or a chance to stand amongst the gods. And let's not forget our shared ancestry, our long history together. Bio-Novas has always stood with and supported you in your rise to the House.”

Paunn'itt slowly finished his plum wine before sighing and giving his almost resigned reply, “Yes, of course, I haven't forgotten. And I find your reasoning sound. But I also have a responsibility to uphold certain ethical standards, at least in the eyes of the public. Especially when it comes to bloodbending tests.”

“Trust me, Paunn'itt, we have taken every precaution to ensure the safety and well-being of our subjects. And with your backing, we can continue to make strides in medical advancements that will benefit not only waterbenders but the world at large.”

Paunn'itt wondered what went on in those secret Bio-Novas labs. It was rumored that Noatak was a freak of nature when it came to bending, that he had no morals in his pursuit of his path, and that ‘Noatak’ might not have even been his true name. “I'll need some time to consider all aspects of this proposal, Noatak. I hope you understand.”

“Of course, my friend. I appreciate your consideration. I'm confident that once you've had a chance to review everything, you'll see the potential for greatness that lies within Bio-Novas' latest endeavors.” Saying his piece and setting down an empty glass, Noatak got up. “Well, I’ll leave it there for now. Good evening, Paunn’itt. Do keep in touch,” he said as he adjusted his suit’s sleeves and turned to leave the room.

Watching Noatak leave, Paunn’itt felt his heartbeat slow down and relax. What that man wants, that man gets, he thought. Knowing he’d have to give the Bio-Novas his support. Finally setting down his glass, he rang his bell for the next guest to see him.

***********

The air in the politician's office was thick with anticipation as Eldorin Stoirme entered, his presence almost ethereal against the backdrop of the bustling city outside. Paunn'itt rose from his desk to greet him, a smile painted upon his lips, though his thoughts were far more calculating.

"Ah, Eldorin Stoirme, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," Paunn'itt said, extending a hand in greeting.

Eldorin accepted the handshake, his grip firm and strong. "Likewise, Mr. Paunn'itt. Thank you for inviting me."

Taking a seat opposite Paunn'itt, Eldorin couldn't help but notice the subtle tension in the air. Clearly, the politician had requested this meeting for more than just a casual conversation.

"I must admit, I was intrigued when I received your invitation," Eldorin began, his voice soft but tinged with curiosity. "To what do I owe the honor of this meeting?"

Paunn'itt's smile widened though a glint of steel was behind his eyes. "Well, Eldorin, I couldn't help but notice that we share a unique connection."

Eldorin raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "And what connection might that be?"

Paunn'itt leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "We are both waterbenders, are we not? And in a city as diverse as this one, I believe it's important for individuals like ourselves to stick together. To support one another. Andarnir or not."

Eldorin nodded slowly, unsurprised as he had suspected the reason for Paunn’itts request to speak days ago. "I see. You're looking to expand your support base among waterbenders."

Paunn'itt's smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features before he quickly regained his composure. "Well, I wouldn't put it quite so bluntly, but yes, that's the general idea."

Eldorin couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the politician. It was clear that Paunn'itt felt threatened by the influence of the Bio-Novas faction, though he dared not speak the words aloud. Rumors had it that they had him securely in their pockets. And he passed what he was sure was a bloodbender in the hallway, judging by his stench, likely a part of the Bio-Novas.

Eldorin hesitated, choosing his words. "I appreciate the sentiment, Mr. Paunn'itt. But I must warn you, my people, the Andarnir, do not always fit in with regular society. Our beliefs and religion are too different from those who worship the Trinity."

Paunn'itt's brow furrowed slightly, but he waved off Eldorin's concern with a dismissive gesture. Playing off how serious the issue was. "I don't foresee that being too much of a problem, Eldorin. Republic City is a melting pot of cultures and beliefs. Besides, I believe I may have a solution that could help your people connect better with the other groups in the city."

Eldorin raised an eyebrow, his interest clearly piqued. "Oh, and what might that be?"

Paunn'itt leaned back in his chair, a confident grin spreading across his face. "I have a few ideas up my sleeve. But first, let's discuss how we can work together to ensure that all waterbenders, regardless of background, feel welcome and supported in Republic City. And, of course, the Andarnir."

***********

The atmosphere in Paunn'itt's office was tense as he awaited the arrival of Vickie and Reiko, the daughters of the recently deceased gangster. Lightning Bolt Zolt. His sources had informed him of their father's untimely demise before even the police found out, but the girls themselves remained oblivious to the tragedy that had befallen their father until his men informed them directly. One came from a party in the Emerald district, and the other from some poor districts’ charity events.

As the door swung open, Paunn'itt rose from his desk to greet them, his expression carefully neutral. Vickie entered first, her posture rigid and her gaze sharp as she assessed the politician before her. Reiko followed close behind, her demeanor more relaxed, and a hint of innocence in her eyes.

"Good evening, Mr. Paunn'itt," Vickie said, her voice cool and composed. She had long, dark hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, framing a face that was all sharp angles and steely determination. Her eyes, a piercing shade of emerald, were different from her father's, must be her mother's, Paunn’itt thought. Her green eyes seemed to miss nothing as they swept over the room, assessing every detail with a calculating gaze.

She was also dressed in a slender suit that hugged her beautiful frame, the deep crimson fabric contrasting starkly against her pale skin. The cut was sharp and modern, a testament to her confidence and sophistication. Paunn'itt couldn't help but be impressed by the air of power that surrounded her, like a queen surveying her kingdom with cool indifference.

Reiko, on the other hand, exuded a softer, more gentle presence. Her light brown locks cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders, framing a face that was all gentle curves and doe-like innocence. Her eyes, a warm hazel, sparkled with barely a hint of mischief as she glanced around the room, taking in the sights with wide-eyed wonder. She wore a flowing dress of pale blue silk that seemed to shimmer in the room's soft light, the delicate fabric draping gracefully around her figure. It starkly contrasted her sister's sharp attire, speaking to her more whimsical nature and carefree spirit. Paunn'itt couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for her, knowing that she was likely to be swept up in the machinations of those around her, her innocence a liability in their world.

"Good evening, Vickie, Reiko," Paunn'itt replied, gesturing for them to take a seat. "Thank you for coming. I know my men can be quite gruff at times." Getting no reply in return from either of the girls.

As they settled into their chairs, Paunn'itt began in a measured voice, "I'm sure you're wondering why I asked you here tonight."

Vickie arched an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "More like brought us here. And yes, we have our suspicions, sir. But please, do enlighten us."

Paunn'itt nodded, impressed by Vickie's perceptiveness. "As you may know, your father and I had a... business arrangement of sorts. With his passing, I believe we may have an opportunity to continue that partnership." Lying about both but knowing Lightning Bolt Zolt would never tell his daughters details of his affairs.

Vickie's lips quirked into a slight smile, though there was a hint of wariness in her eyes. Likely believing she held more cards than she actually did. "And what exactly would this partnership entail, Mr. Paunn'itt?"

Paunn'itt leaned forward, his gaze locking with Vickie's. "I believe you have the potential to inherit some of your father's wealth and influence. I offer my guidance and protection. As you know well, your father had a number of enemies. I believe we can work together and leverage that to our mutual benefit." Continuing on Paunn’itt set his hook, “What I can do for you is set you up with a new house, just as nice as your own. You can still see your close friends and host your family events. All you need to do is put in a good word for me and allow a few meetings to take place with specific individuals. At your earliest convenience, of course.”

Reiko's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze flickering between Paunn'itt and her sister. Vickie caught her glance, "And about my sister? Will she live with me?"

Paunn'itt's smile was smooth and practiced, though his eyes had a calculating gleam. "I'm afraid, for you, Reiko, that this partnership would require a certain level of maturity and discretion that I'm not sure you possess. You can, however, stay with your sister, safe and sound."

"We understand, Mr. Paunn'itt," Vickie said, her voice steady. "And I assure you, my sister and I are more than capable of handling whatever challenges may come our way. While we will need time to come to a final decision, I think we can make this work."

Paunn'itt nodded, satisfied with her response. "Excellent. Then let us discuss the details of our arrangement, shall we?" Knowing he’d get what he would want in a few short meetings. Half a year at most, he thought. They’ll likely be prostitutes by next year and used by dozens of men. He had no desire to deal with teenagers any longer than necessary. Madam Devereaux will eat them alive. And there are plenty of Zolt’s enemies who would pay good money for two of his daughters.

Uncaring of the future that awaited the seventeen and fifteen-year-old girls, Paunn’itt poured his fourth glass of plum wine this night and two more for Vickie and Reiko. Raising his glass for a toast, he felt satisfied with the progress made in three short meetings. He had placated the Bio-Novas, lessened their grip on him through the likely partnership with Eldorin, and now developed inroads into the echelons of firebenders.

As he drank deeply in satisfaction, he glanced back at his mirror. Seeing the disfigured face looking back. Noting it almost seemed to be smirking with a new gash on the left side of his face. A flap of what looked like the flesh of his cheek had folded over his jawbone.

Leaning a little closer and ignoring the girl's awkward stares, he noted blood was dripping down his reflection's neck, somehow not staining his expensive suit. But those eyes, he thought, so green. Just like Vickie’s.