BOOK 1: WHISPERS, CHAPTER 1: Buildup

A woman slowly opened her eyes up from her slumber, her vision still blurry from her **** state, a field of clear liquid hitting her face as her eyes shot up in a sharp, excruciating pain. She tried to scream, but her mouth was covered up with some kind of breathing mask, and her arms and legs were suspended from the top and bottom of the circular containment pod she was trapped inside of. She screamed again, frantically looking around where she was to find that she was in some sort of laboratory, with gears and levers seemingly everywhere, buttons adorning control panels and other tubes like the one she was in sitting across from her. In these tubes lied other women, though they were seemingly asleep, or she hoped she were.

Yelling through her mask more, the muffled noise of the woman gained the attention of Yan, who pushed another button on the control panel near him at the other end of lab that immediately put her to sleep. He enjoyed torturing his test subjects thourougly, and although some of them were more bullheaded then he would have liked, it was still a treat to victimize the bitches of the gender that had ruined his life.

Yan had always hated women; he was disgusted by their natural inferiority to men in every field, from physicality to intelligence to emotional control, yet for some reason they were still able to hold positions of power in the world and even have the abilities of bending passed down to them; it sickened and angered him that those whores and sluts with bleeding gashes between their legs had an advantage over him in something.

That's why he joined up with Amon and the Equalists; the thought of the fairer sex having such amazing abilities that he didn't made him livid to no end, and he wanted to put a stop to that. For years, he had helped the Equalists with their plans; from helping create techniques that could halt bending from either gender to designing machinery that could help turn the tide of the revolution, Yan was a loyal follower to Amon's ideas, and although he hated working with females during his time in the Equalists, it was for the greater good of eliminating bending from the world as a whole. That all changed when the Avatar showed up… the female Avatar.

Korra. Even just saying her name made Yan was to vomit in his mouth. The world had seen her as a hero for years now, from defeating the Equalists to stopping the Dark Avatar, to toppling an Earth Kingdom dictator and even saving the city from the Triple Threat Triad's recent takeover attempt. The city and the world loved her, and the constant admiration for the Water Tribe bitch just made him want to crush her and the rest of the women of the world into submission even more. Women were the ones who took away mankind's future, and he was going to be the one to take away the future of all women everywhere.

The public romantic relationship between his employer and Korra didn't help anything either, the newspapers and radio shows constantly talking about what the two holes were doing every hour of every day. Sometimes he just wanted to go up to those two stupid fucking cunts and-

He calmed himself and put his labcoat back together to it's original neater state, adjusting some of the wrinkles he had gotten from his thoughts so they were smoother again. He walked away from the control panel and went over to the coffee machine he had installed on the other side of the panel, and admired his work.

The lab was filled with various different equipment and experiment aftermaths that he hoped would aid in his quest to rid bending from women, including the prototype for a gas that could theoretically remove a woman's ability to bend for a short time, the blue gas itself swirling inside of a vortex inside a containment unit on the wall. There were also a collection of chi-blocking sticks that had a more phallic shape to them, with these ones in particular not only being able to block a woman's bending but also send a shock to their bodies from the gaping holes between their legs. There were also shock collars that would activate when the wearer attempts to bend, and even a new type of energy that Yan hoped would take off, one that would lock women in place using metal bars and use their bending power for other sources that have a much better need for them.

Although Yan was proud of these inventions, none of them truly did what he had wanted to do for so long, they were all placeholders that could really only disable specific women. He couldn't just **** women into becoming the subservient sex slaves they were put on the planet to be, he needed to convince humanity that it was the proper and natural way for life to work that way. He needed something to truly show the world that women belong on their knees and nothing else.

Though the man had a long day, and needed some sleep. He decided to call it a night on the "experimentation" and to mentally prepare himself for the cruel punishment of having to work under a woman again. He shut the lights off in his lab and started walking upstairs back to his main apartment.

As Yan slept, a swirling demonic entity spun inside of the soul of the misogynistic scientist, the spirit growling as his host slept.

"This is it. He is the one."