Vulnerable

Chapter 1

September, 11, 2001. I remember it as clearly as yesterday. It was the darkest day of my life and of yours too. I bet you're asking yourself, "Oh really? How do you know?" The answer's simple. I was there. Let me bring you back to that day. When all of our hearts stopped and our breaths escaped us, as we saw the most terrible attack in history unfold right before our eyes.

I had a vision the night before. Burning buildings, and people falling from them. I lay in bed, twisting and turning, waiting for this nightmare to stop. It didn't. In the cool darkness i saw the spirits of souls i didn't know, walking past me. One of them drew its face close to mine and said with these cold, lifeless eyes "You could have saved us, Supergirl". All I could think about were those eyes. The utter symbol of Death itself. I sensed something was wrong so, I scanned the nearest building with my x-ray vision. What I saw was something I'll never forget. People of all ages, young, old, middle aged; falling to their deaths. Some of them were on fire, others were praying for a safe landing. I tore my gaze away from the horrific scene. I saw in front of me, a priest. Around 40 with eyes like gray stones. I saw him collapse in to my arms. "Don't leave me" I heard him faintly whisper. I looked into his eyes with tears streaming down my cheeks and said softly "I'm always here". I saw the last glimmer of hope die in his eyes. "NOOO!" I cried, waking up in sweat-filled covers. I turned my head towards the alarm clock almost 8:40. I quickly got out of bed, took a shower, dressed up and headed off to college with a minute to spare. As i was walking up to the student lounge i already saw a crowd gathering at around 8:46, staring at the T.V. I looked on at my friends, confused, "What Happ-". I followed everyone's gaze to a scene that looked like it came straight from Hell. Looking at the screen I saw the 1st World Trade Center up in smoke. I gasped, covered my mouth with my hand, and dropped my books in the process. I heard Richard Malverene come behind me. Seeing him as dumbstruck as the rest of us, I grabbed him. He yelped. Obviously scared of the strength of my hand, clutching his shirt. I let go and quickly said,

Chapter 2

"Sorry about that, Rich." I looked into his eyes, and asked him if I could borrow his phone.

He said, "Yeah sure, Linda."

Sliding it out of his pocket, handing it to me. I dialed the number of the only person I could call at a time like this.

"Hello? This is Clark Kent, Reporter for the Daily Planet. Who's this?".

"Clark?" I said shakily. "Kara?-", His voice lowered into a serious whisper; "I already know what happened. There's nothing i can do about it." I stifled a sigh and said defiantly, "I'm going over there." I heard him say "Kara!" again, but with more urgency to it. I slammed the phone shut. "Thanks-", I said, giving the phone back to Rich saying in a determined tone, "I'll be back."

He looked at me, confused.

"Okaay." He said slowly. He was about to look at the T.V again when I picked up my things and went out the door. Rich walked after me for a few seconds to the parking lot.

"Wait a minute, you don't have a phone?" , he said with a shocked tone.

"I do, it's just that I, uh, left it in my car." I said quickly. "But you don't have a-"

I went around the corner to the nearest building; Super-speeded down the street, leaped into the air, and transformed into Supergirl.

"-car." He looked at the sky confused, as to where Linda Danvers went.