So this is about Clark, Kara and Cat... yeah funny the C's in the show haha. I hope you like what I've started and that you'll help me to develop it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supergirl.
There is nothing I like more than being poked and prodded, and right now that's combined with being blind folded. I swear if whoever is doing this one more time I will slam my heel into his or her toe… that is unless they have steel toe then my shoe will be broke… what's with the damn theatrics? I wonder as I hear a chime and step out to have someone lightly tug on my right shoulder to turn right.
"Oh another floor? And another hallway? You don't say! I guess you don't want me commenting on the drab concrete walls that my shoes are echoing off of or the dull fluorescent lights above my head. Not that I can see it's just a wild guess!" I say to try and get an answer out of one of the two behind me.
I hear a snort and pause, "oh, did I say something funny or irritating?" and then I feel a nudge.
"Move," he says in an American voice to which I sigh and turn to face my captors, sort of.
"You're not going to hurt me, or you would be hitting me with the butt of that gun harder. If you are going to continue to push me around then I suggest you let me remove my heels or you shall never hear the end of my commentary," I suggest and wait a moment. Finally I hear a sigh.
"If it gets you to stop talking, then yes, take them off," says another male American voice.
I fight back the urge to make a sarcastic comment no thick accent? But choose to stay quiet while I quickly slip off my shoes. The floor is cool, but I wasn't expecting carpet. I just hope there's something interesting that will take place at the end of this whole charade.
One minute I'm on my way back from the park, I miss my balcony with the plants. The fresh air from that high up in the city, and when I'm tossing my cup into the paper bin I hear tires screeching. I thought someone was driving reckless again, nothing new when a few cars choose to run a yellow that turned red two cars ago.
I had glanced up to see a TV mounted at a popular coffee shop, seeing Supergirl being applauded, and then a black material bag goes over my head and arms wrap around my waist. Finally the needle goes into the side of my neck before I can scream twice, the next thing I know I'm waking up in presumably a helicopter which told me I've traveled a distance. And I've been going down in a couple of elevators, and down several hallways to this point.
"Stop, we're here," the first voice says, gruff, probably the muscle, but I've been surprised before by a small man with a deep voice. Show time… who is behind door number 5? I wonder and hear the door swing open hmm it's not automated and feel the bag get lifted off.
Blinking and then I feel my shoulders slump, "you brought me to a dark room?" I ask and turn around in time to see the door close. I turn back to the room and look for a light, any blinking, but I don't see anything. If their plan was to have me scared, all they've done is irritate me with the maze that I did memorize on the way in and confuse me as to who wanted me this badly in the first place. "Okay, you can cut the theatrics," I turn and look up expecting a camera near the ceiling, "can you show yourself… talk to me… why am I here?" I ask hoping whoever is behind this will get to the point.
A small thud goes off and I can see a light on behind me finally! I turn around and my heart skips a beat, my eyes skim over the still figure of Supergirl hanging by her wrists in cuffs attached to the wall. No… Kara… I step towards her slowly, not wanting to believe she is actually there but low and behold as I get closer my eyes confirm who is hanging in front of me.
Her face is bruised, cuts in various places and what looks to be dried blood on the corner of her lip, moving even closer I reach my right hand up tentatively, and pull a lock of hair away from her face. Another cut next to her eye, I reach up both of my hands, and notice they're shaking, trembling, and take her face in my hands. Her skin is so cold, I do my best to lift her face just a bit from off her chest to get a better look of her and feel my heart breaking the more I'm taking in.
"My girl…" I whisper, I barely hear my own voice as my thumbs stroke her pale face, the girl I've mentored for years, like a daughter to me, I focus my hearing and can hear her laboured breathing, see the blood at her right eye brow and I am overcome with anger and fear swirling around at once. I want to hurt whoever did this to her, what do they want with me and I want to hold her and tell her I'll do my best to get her out of here. To be honest I have no powers to be able to defend her.
"Supergirl?" I whisper as I don't want to startle her, but she doesn't stir. I hear another thud and have light pouring down from another part of the ceiling to my right, I look over and force my knees to stay strong. Superman hanging by his wrists in cuffs against the wall just like Supergirl. Wearing bruises and a bit of blood on his face from what I can see.
"Choose carefully…" a voice booms overhead causing me to flinch.
Okay… you've got me feeling pretty nervous now… you've subdued the two strongest people on Earth… yeah. I'm nervous.
What do you think? What would you like to see in the upcoming chapters? Should I bring in Alex or anyone else? I will back track in someone else's view point for the next chapter, or maybe two view points. We'll see how many want to see this progress!
-SLITH