Title: The story of Kara Zor-El
Chapter 01: Beginning
Summary:
Kara Zor-El felt a lot of things. She was sent away from her home at 12 years old along with her baby cousin, she literally watched her planet die before being cast into a timeless prison, she came to earth two dozen years late, her mission no longer standing as her younger cousin was now "Superman" and she was still the small, weak 12 year old that left Krypton. It was understandable she was angry, that she felt resent for the only family she had left and refused to comply to the law of humans. Wasn't it? Dark Kara.
Kara's Appearance:
Red, hooded, bullet-proof, closed jacket, it has a longer tail that reaches just below her knees on the back to act as a semi-cape (helps with aerodynamics). it also has the symbol for the house of El on her right arm (It's not obvious but if you look close enough you can see it.)
Black fingerless gloves
Black snug trousers that have pockets like combat trousers but they are much more snug than they are.
Red calf high boots
/.\
There was a painful throb in my head, the kind of throb you get after a crazy night of dancing, drinking, and eventual sex. I take in my surroundings without opening my eyes. I was naked, pressed up against another being with soft skin, who coincidentally, was also naked. The smell was obviously from the deeds that was performed the night before with a neat mix of the smell of stale alcohol and pork scratchings. I smirk, I always did enjoy eating those when I was at the bar, they was strangely nice. I could hear the steady thump of the other's heart, calm and relaxed. Whatever the reason they came to the bar last night, the problem seemed to slip away after a night of great sex and a morning of sleeping in someone else's embrace.
I finally open my eyes, the room was dark, curtains drawn and the room was still. As I glance down, the form in front of me was instantly identified, it was the small sandy haired girl that came into my regular alien bar last night. Sometimes new girls were the best to go after, if I hadn't managed to get her, I could have bought a night of good fun from one of the lovely ladies that occasionally helped behind the bar. I feel my body complain, I needed food and sunlight, and with the scratch in my throat, maybe a gallon of water. I sigh, rolling away from the smaller girls warmth and to the edge of the bed. I use my legs to spin me around and hoist myself up off the bed in one fluid motion. I could tell the room was cooler than average, but my Kryptonian body couldn't be affected by it. I quickly identify my clothes and pick them up from the floor.
I was dressed in moments, pulling the snug trousers up after the underwear before picking up my white vest and throwing it on over my head. My red jacket gets tossed on the unoccupied side of the bed as I take a seat beside it, groaning lightly at the continuous throb in my head, hopefully it will go away with the sun. I lean down and pull my boots on, feeling slight restriction before the pop on nicely, and then tightening up the buckles on them. I grab a napkin off the bedside table, that admittedly may or may not have been used previously, before fishing for a pen. I pull open the draw on the bedside table and see a few sat in there.
After writing a quick note to the woman I shared my night with, I grab my jacket and stand, heading to the exit of the room, remembering that this is a room in the pub that the owner has kindly let me rent when I need it. I push through the door to be welcomed by a bright overhead light, making me wince and close my eyes, I really need to get outside. I shut the door as quietly as I can before walking down the corridor and towards the stairs which I don't hesitate to go down when I get to them. My boots make clicks on the hardwood steps as I go down them, grabbing the attention of the person behind the bar that was just outside of a door at the bottom of the stairs.
"You look like shit." Was all she said, she was a petite woman, her hair let down and was a bright orange, her eyes were a dark blue as she looks back at me. People would have thought she was human if she didn't have a fluffy set of pointy ears atop her head and menacing claws where her nails should be. I roll my eyes at her, making my way to behind the bar and next to her.
"I'll get your weekly rent later today." I say to her, picking up a bottle of water from under the bar, popping the cap with minimal effort before taking a chug of the liquid. She gives me a slight brow raise, a smile tugging on her lips.
"I've already said you can have the room for free." She says, moving to pour another beer for a regular that had just come in the front door. I frown and take a seat on a chair that was behind the bar, facing her.
"And I've said that I will pay for it. I already get free drinks here, it's the least I can do." I reply. Over the years, myself and the alien owner have become close, close enough for me to call her a friend, even though I resisted it. And I don't take things from friends without payment.
"And you also work for me. That is enough payment for free drinks and a place to sleep. You know my rules Zor-El, if you work for me I will give you this stuff." The orange haired woman says, her voice turning more serious now as she passes the drink to the man and takes the payment for it. I immediately quieten down, I know how to pick my fights and I know that she won't back down from this. The rest of the water disappears from the bottle as it is held up to my face, I toss the plastic container to the recycling box and stand up. My red jacket is quickly pulled over my arms and I fish in my pockets for my black leather fingerless gloves, that get put on as soon as I find them.
"What needs doing today Boss?" I ask, patting myself down to find my phone, which is then pulled out of my trouser pocket. I check for any notifications and quickly put it back in my pocket again after none were present.
"Just a supply run today." She says, pulling out a sheet of paper from the front pocket of her jeans before handing it to me. From experience in this sector, I know that this sheet of paper held addresses and what was needed from them. I open the folds and read over the words, smirking lightly at the lack of money that I will be spending on this.
"I see why you're sending me now." I say through a smile, I would have to rob these people of what the boss needs and sometimes they like to carry a gun or two with them. The boss smiles also as she turns to give another customer their order.
"Make it for the end of the day and I'll see about an extra payment." Was all she had to say to get me motivated, I stuff the paper in my pocket and nod in her direction, before using one arm to hop over the bar and make my way to the front door, I had some work to do.
/.\
It was about midday when I almost finished the list, they were easy hits and I was starting to get board. I walked down an ally, one that lead to one of my destinations. It was a gang's hideout and the boss wanted some of the drugs they ship in. It was painfully obvious that they had guns and maybe this one would be a little harder than the last one. When I got to the back door that isn't used that much by the gang, I try to open the door to find it locked. I roll my eyes and easily snap the locking mechanism off, letting the door swing open slowly.
I use my x-ray vision to get a feel for where everyone is, the base was rather abandoned actually, the only people were the people making the drugs in the next room and some guards with guns around them. I sigh and walk into the base, making my way to the door that leads into the drug room.
10 minutes later I come out of the gang's hideout with a small crate under my arm and a bar of snickers in my other hand, taking a bite out of it as I start making my way back to drop off the crate before heading out to get the last thing. I'll definitely finish by the end of the day.
/.\
"Nice work Zor-El." The boss says as I come back with the last thing, a large crate of alien alcohol. She places an envelope of cash in my hand as she looks over the asked for items. "Oh, and someone asked for you. She says her name is "Agent Danvers". Got all up in my face about seeing you and how she could shut this place down. Take care of it." I feel my chest drop instantly, before anger bubbles up. I give the boss a curt nod and make my way to the front of the bar.
On one of the stools, was sat a slightly older woman, her hair was cropped to just below her jaw, the colour looking more brunette-red ish and I knew instantly who she was. Her eyes land on me as her hands fiddle with a glass full of water, I grumble slightly and walk to her, jumping over the bar like I did this morning. She gets up off her seat as I get close, holding her hand out in greeting. I avoid it and cut to the chase.
"What do you want Alex?" I ask, making it seem more impersonal than it should, how dare she come back into my life, I told the Danvers to leave me alone on my 16th birthday and yet here she is, still pestering me. Her brows shoot up for a moment, not at all surprised by my attitude.
"A hello would be nice." she says, taking the seat she had before again, her hand reaching out to take the glass and have a small drink of the water. I roll my eyes and huff, my foot tapping impatiently.
"An answer would also be nice." I say sarcastically, "But sometimes we don't always get what we want." I sit on the chair beside her, the boss has come back out again and glances between us before giving a drink to someone else that had an order further down the bar.
"The DEO has found another Kryptonian. She asks about you and Kal-El but doesn't say why. We want you to come and speak to her." Alex says, placing her glass down and using her finger to play with the rim. I frown and look at her.
"That's impossible, no other Kryptonians survived." I say, removing any hope from my being, no one could have survived, no. I won't believe it. Alex cocks her brow at me.
"How can you be so sure? She had said she came without your knowledge." She questions, keeping her tone neutral as she speaks to me, we haven't had the best relationship, which was my fault. I couldn't believe her, I hardly know the woman even though we lived together from when I was 12 to when I was 16 and left the Danvers family. And she also works for a government agency that deals with alien threats, this could be a lure. They don't like a Kryptonian if it isn't on their side.
"How can I trust you?" I ask, knowing that this could very much be a way for the DEO to get a hold of me and try and get me under their thumb. Alex's face drops the mutuality as almost sadness comes over her for a moment, before she brings her face back to it's professional standard.
"I don't know. But are you willing to risk not knowing for sure? The DEO has her in holding and are willing to negotiate if they knew more about her motives. But we won't know that unless you speak to her." Alex explains as she picks up her glass again, taking another sip. I sigh and look back at the boss, I knew she had heard the conversation and I needed her permission as her full time employee. I didn't know how long I would be gone for and she will have to know about my leave. Her dark blue eyes were trained on me as I ask the silent question, her eyes dance between myself and Alex for a moment before waving me over.
"Give me a minute." I say to the agent with the glass of water as I get up, I make my way down the bar, towards where the boss is behind it, passing another beverage to a regular, her eyes stay trained on me as I get close. I take a seat on one of the stools in front of her as she leans over her forearms resting on the wood.
"You think shes telling the truth?" I ask her, she was more likely to know, her super hearing almost touching my own level. The boss cocks her brow at me.
"She's you're adoptive sister, you tell me." She replies a smirk playing lightly on her lips. I frown at her, a tiny growl rumbling in my chest.
"She isn't my sister." I say firmly, all she ever did for me was make me feel even more worthless on this planet just because I had super powers. Granted she was a teenager, but I can hold grudges much longer than any human. The boss contemplates, her gaze looking back at the lean frame that was only made by the most rigorous workout, well, for a human.
"I think you should check it out, she's already threatened my bar and if there is a Kryptonian, what do you have to lose? Just make sure that if you have to sign anything to read everything. I could imagine the DEO using that as leverage. I don't want to lose my best asset so be safe." the boss says, before catching a glance at someone waiting and walking off with no further comment, leaving me to think this through on my own.
If there was a Kryptonian… maybe I wasn't alone as I thought. But why now? Why didn't she come years earlier to come and speak to me? And why had the DEO taken her into captivity? This whole idea sounds a little fishy, but with the bar on the line and possibly more life that lives on while my planet has died, what have I got to lose?
I sigh and get up heading over to Alex who was still casually looking into her glass of water. She knew I was walking to her but she kept her head down and her face clear of emotion, she really has grown up in the years that we have separated. And deep down, a part of me yearns to have that sister figure that she had once offered, but like almost anything else in my life, I bottle it up and throw it away, covering that weakness with anger.
"Fine." I say, my voice hard. "I'll go, but if it is a waste of my time, I won't have the same patience as I have had today." I finish, trying to sound remotely angry. Though Alex's lips just curl slightly as she takes another sip of the water.
"Thought you'd come around." She says casually, before standing up from the barstool and motioning for me to walk with her out of the bar, and with no other plan, I follow.
