Kara Zor-El POV
I awake being carried in the arms of a man in a gray suit and a mask with horns on his head, and I can't help but wonder if he is a demon who has come to take me, because it seems that wherever I am, Rao is not here. Two men seem to be guarding me and the man who is carrying me, one wearing a green hood with a bow and arrow and the other wielding batons, a blue symbol emblazoned on his chest. They fight off roughly a dozen men wielding what look like firearms, though the weapons look only vaguely like the ones used by the Kryptonian army.
They all speak gibberish, a foreign language that means nothing to me, including the man with the horned mask, who has noticed I am awake. When he sees my look of confusion, he suddenly changes his language. "My name is Bruce, we need your help." Kryptonese? How would he know my language?
"What is this? Where am I? Where is my cousin, Kal-El?" I ask him.
His eyes widen, and he answers, "Kal was killed by these men, you need to help us." I feel a sudden drop in my stomach as I hear the news. My baby cousin, dead?
"How can I fight them if I don't know how to fight?" I ask him. Instead of answering, he pushes me into the line of fire of the men he and his team seem to be fighting. I'm horrified that their weapons will shred me as I close my eyes, but I only feel a slight tickling sensation over my body. Opening my eyes once more, I realize the projectiles that they're shooting at me only bounce off harmlessly.
"Okay," Bruce says. "You're immune to their weapons, Kryptonian, now walk up to one of them and attack." Moving unsurely towards the armored men, I pull back my arm and thrust my fist forward at one of the men's face, the impact shattering the goggles over his face and sending him flying backward, his head slamming into the wall of a nearby building, his blood staining against it. The rest of his allies, scared of me, run towards what looks like an aircraft with blades atop it. The bladed vehicle lifts off and flies away.
Falling to my knees, all I can do is look at my hands and wonder what is going on. The hooded man and the one with the batons stare at me while they speak with Bruce in the gibberish language they were speaking in earlier. I try to hold them in, but tears begin to flow. My cousin, Kal, who I was supposed to protect, has died, I had witnessed the destruction of Krypton as I fled in a rocket, and now I'm on a different planet, with freakish power.
Bruce walks up to me, away from his friends. "It's okay. I knew your cousin, things will get better, I promise you." I instinctively put my arms around the horn masked man, and, surprisingly, he puts his arms around me, despite his cold demeanor. I cry into his caped shoulder and he tells me he understands what I've been through as his friends stand by, unsure what we are saying.
"What's your name?" he asks.
"Kara… Kara Zor-El," I tell him.
"We're going to take you somewhere safe Kara," Bruce says. "There are some very dangerous people who want you dead, and I won't ever let that happen. Not again."
Lex Luthor POV
It takes nearly every single ounce of restraint in me not to go into a rage. In the period of time where metahumans were nonexistent, the soldiers got soft and thought things would be easy when they were to confront a metahuman once again. Nothing good lasts; I knew that there would inevitably be a hero who would manage to slip past and survive, but now that there has been a meta who lives, I am absolutely livid.
"Mr. President," Mercy says over the intercom, "Amanda Waller is here to see you."
"Send her in," I answer. The door to my office opens and the A.R.G.U.S. director walks in, her face somber. She knows what's coming.
"Mr. Luthor, you do know that A.R.G.U.S. had nothing to do with the failed retrieval of the-" she starts, but I cut off her sentence.
"I didn't ask for you to fire you. If I were going to relieve you off your job, I wouldn't even bother talking to your face. No, Amanda, you're here because I just wanted to talk to you," I say to her.
She eyes me suspiciously before answering me. "Okay, I'll bite Lex. What do you want?" she says, all respect in her voice gone as she realizes that I'm going to say something she probably won't like.
"You know that they love me. The country. All I've done for them. Employment rates up exponentially, half as many people on the streets, more rights for minorities, people of color, and women. Why would they not support me? Hell, I'm the first president to serve a third term; the only president who can say he's served for a decade," I say to her. "But do you know what got me here? How I got to where I am today?"
"The Metahuman Act," she says, clearly knowing what I was going to say.
"Precisely. The country was scared of them, the metas, the people who could touch the clouds, throw lightning, and travel miles in seconds. They know that 'super' in the word 'superhuman' means that these individuals are more than the normal man, but us mortals also know that 'superhuman' also has the word 'human' in it. So long as humanity persists, there shall be no man of true good and righteousness. These metas cannot be allowed to live because they are all dangerous, self-proclaimed heroes included. As we saw with Superman's incident in Metropolis, all it takes is a bit of misfortune to unhinge a man, but with powers like that… There's no telling how much harm such a creature could do. The country could have been in ruin if he didn't stop himself," I tell her.
"Why are you telling me this?" she asks.
"You of all people know this to be true, everything I just said, and this is why I'm going to ask your help," I answer.
"Anything," she says.
"I want Task Force X reinstated, effective immediately. This new Kryptonian cannot be left alive. I won't permit it," I command her. "This level of a threat needs to meet a team of killers won't hold back."
"And what if they don't want to?" she asks.
"Then all of you might as well be dead."