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"Kara," Lena said as she walked into the open room of office desks in Cat CO.
"Lena," Kara looked up in surprise. She rubbed her eyes underneath her glasses and tucked a stray stand of hair behind her ear. "I didn't hear you come in."
"I just got here," Lena tilted her head. "And by the looks of it, you never left last night."
Kara sighed and rested her face in her hands. "I had to make a deadline."
"Kara, you could have gone home," Lena said. "I would have given you an exten—"
"Enough, Lena," Kara cut her off quietly but curtly. Lena looked shocked, taking a step back. "You have been way too lenient with me. I'm an employee here, so please treat me as you would anyone else. You're my boss here and only my friend when we leave." Kara didn't know why she attacked Lena like that, but the words were out now.
Lena's face grew cold. "That's how you want this to be? Fine. I was going to wait to let you get some rest, but here," Lena placed a folder on Kara's desk, throwing it down aggressively. "I have some contacts you need to call, interview, and then send me their perspective by this afternoon."
"By this afternoon?!" Kara's jaw dropped. "How am I supposed—"
"You're a smart woman," Lena looked at Kara with a hand on her hip, "I'm sure you'll figure it out."
Lena turned and walked into her giant office, her stride powerful and her head high.
"Oh Rao," Kara sighed and flopped her head down onto her hands. "Great job, Kara." She remained like that for several moments before she finally lifted her head and rubbed her eyes once more. She had been struggling to focus all night and the haze was just getting worse. Kara opened the folder Lena had thrown onto her desk and scanned the names, numbers, and addresses. With another sigh, Kara stood and gathered her things to complete the interviews. The sun had finally risen over the horizon, basking the city, but most people hadn't come into work yet because it was only 5:40 in the morning.
"Excuse me," a voice said.
Kara whipped her head around, surprised. "Yes? Can I help you?"
"Well, I hope so," a man stepped forward. He was clean-shaven, his dark hair was slicked back, and he wore a tan trench coat over his charcoal gray suit. He had a sharp jawline, but his eyes were thin and almost cold. "Can you tell me how to find Ms. Kara Danvers?" However, his voice was smooth and deep.
"I'm Kara Danvers," Kara fumbled with the things in her hands, struggling to put her phone in her purse.
"You're the journalist?" he asked, his eyebrows raising.
"Yes, sir," Kara managed a smile.
"Would you be able to give Supergirl a message for me?" he came closer and Kara had to tilt her head ever so slightly because the man was a head taller than she was.
"I could sure try," Kara narrowed her eyes in confusion.
"Awesome!" The man clapped his hands together and rubbed them. Then, he put his hands in his pockets and widened his stance. Kara shook her head so she could focus, but she felt so strange. "Could you please tell her that—" the man suddenly flew forward, ripping a knife out of his pocket, and driving it into Kara's abdomen up to the hilt. "You killed my little girl, Supergirl, and now I'm going to kill you," he whispered in Kara's ear while she tried not to choke on the blood coming up her throat. Her eyes were wide, and she watched as the man grew green scales on his cheeks, and his eyes morphed into a fiery yellow. Kara couldn't even get any audible sounds out of her mouth except for the gurgling she made as she coughed up hot blood. The man released his grip on Kara and he ran, and Kara fell to the floor, her blood boiling. Her back arched in pain, the veins in her neck popping out as she wrestled with the blade in her torso. Her hand gripped the hilt weakly, but she had to get the knife out. The place where it pierced her flesh was burning, and it was agonizing. With a weak, guttural moan, Kara pulled the knife out, immediately falling onto her side, gasping for air. The blade was made from Kryptonite, and Kara tried to throw the weapon away from her, but she didn't have the strength to do so. It made it out of her palm, but it rested mercilessly only a foot away from her, sucking away what little strength she clung to. Kara's right hand was pressed loosely against the bloody wound, but her hand was shaking too much to do any good. Blood was pooling onto the crème carpet, but Kara could only lay in the warm red liquid and tremble. Lena. The entrance to her office was just around the corner. If only she could get her attention…
"Lena," Kara gasped hoarsely, but she could barely even hear her own voice, let alone hope that Lena would hear it. She raked her fingers across the carpet, trying to pull herself towards the doorway, but she whimpered and fell short. Sweat gathered on her forehead, but chills overtook her, causing Kara to shiver uncontrollably. "Lena…" her voice dropped off and her head fell to the floor.
Lena tapped a pen against her lips subconsciously. Frustration got the better of her and she stood suddenly, shoving her chair back. Her eyes found the clock: 5:50.
"Kara—" Lena stopped, Kara's empty desk reminding her how she had been so cruel with her. Lena sighed and walked out into the office space. "Damn it," she said under her breath, mentally kicking herself. She shook her head, her hands on her hips, and her head down.
"What the…hell?" Lena said slowly, a faint green glow grabbing her attention. A knife, emanating green and covered in blood, lay on the carpet by the doorway. Lena rounded the corner and gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.
"Kara! Oh my God!" Lena scrambled to Kara's side, the young woman sprawled out on the floor. "Kara, Kara can you hear me?"
Kara's head rolled limply at Lena's touch when she felt for a pulse in her neck.
"Oh, thank God," Lena gasped when she felt a faint pulse under her fingers. Her relief was quickly replaced by another bout of fear as she scanned Kara's immobile body. She couldn't even tell how much blood Kara had lost because there was just so much of it everywhere.
"Who the hell did this to you?" Lena asked, looking around her frantically. She scooped Kara's head onto her lap as she sat in the middle of the floor, stroking her hair and pushing it out of her face. Next Lena rummaged through Kara's bag in search of her phone so she could call 911, but the elevator behind her suddenly opened. Lena turned around, already starting to yell for help when she realized who it was.
"Kara!" Alex shouted, rushing over to the two women on the carpet. "What happened?"
"I have no idea!" Lena gasped. "I sent her to interview some contacts and then next thing I knew, I found her like this."
Alex pulled out her phone and dialed a number, brining the cell up to her ear and then speaking into it fervently. "I need a medical evac at Cat Co. Now," Alex dropped the phone. "They're on their way."
"Thank God," Lena sighed. She looked down at Kara who lay in her lap, her own hands now covered in Kara's blood. "Stay with us, Kara. Help is on its way."
Kara's head hung back, her right hand drooping limply across her torso, and her left was out, palm-up on the floor. Her face was pale, like moonlight on snow, and the dark blood that covered herself was a stark contrast. Lena bent her head down against Kara's chest, her heart pounding in her ears. Her head jerked up, her eyes widening.
"She's not breathing!"