CHAPTER 2: Everything is Super

So, it turns out that I did something else. When I game myself powers. They're more…fully formed than when James, Lex, or even that flaming garbage fire of a human being Lockwood. And as it turns out, L-Corp's security cameras showed me disabling them, which I don't remember doing. I guess I blacked out last night and then came to in bed? Damn. Maybe I combined the Harun-El with Supergirl's blood? Or Kryptonite? Or any other damn substance we have sitting around in our entire floor of R&D?

FUCKING SHITE.

Okay, that's a problem for tomorrow. I can sort that out later. Right now, I need to worry that my only friend in the city, well, friends, including Alex. Kelly seemed kind of cool, and I'm happy for her and Alex. They deserve each other. Well, Alex has also been lying to me for a long time. Damn it! Everyone but me knew? James obviously knew, why I spent so much effort saving him…actually…he's a shite romantic partner, but he's a good man. Well, he tries to be. I think I need to sort out my anger before I lose my shit on the wrong people. James isn't the wrong people though.

HOW THE FUCK WAS I THE LAST LUTHOR TO KNOW? LEX? Really? Lillian has been tampering with the goings on of this city for a while now, it would make sense she knew. Lex showed up last week. Why?

UGH…

Never mind that I'm the single exception in Kara's growing circle of friends who didn't deserve to know. Even Nia and Brainy were in on it. I can't be mad at them though. Not really. They're just too adorable. And Nia especially…I just want the world for that girl.

Wait a minute…why am I three feet off the floor?

I'm fucked. As it turns out, the ability to fly, or pace back and forth in mid air, is activated by my anxiety. MY ANXIETY made me fucking float around while I was pacing in kitchen. At least, that was the hypothesis I had come up with, since I was able to float back down to the ground by using a calming down strategy of imagining my flat full of puppies. It worked eventually.

There was a buzzing noise from the front door. Kara was here.

Kara: my best friend.

Supergirl: the saviour.

Both of them have been mocking me for so long. To my mild horror, I noticed my sinuses acting up, and tears forming in my eyes. Damn it! This wasn't the fucking time for this emotional weakness. I'm a goddamn Luthor. I can do this.

Do what? Break up with Kara? BREAK UP MY FRIENDSHIP. Not that we're…goddamn it.

As if this wasn't complicated enough, now I have to sort out my decidedly non-platonic feelings for this golden retriever of an alien…she's probably straight. Even if I kind of hoped when she Supergirl showed up that the 'S' stood for 'Sapphic'. Maybe listening to Leslie 'Livewire' Willis on Catco's radio station back in my glory days of post-grad bliss wasn't one of my best decisions. Though to be fair, Livewire was their best host. May that bad bitch rest in peace.

If Kara's disastrous clusterfuck of a relationship with Mon El was anything to judge by,

Krypton seemed pretty archaic and hetero, and by extension, Kara.

There was knocking at the door. Damn. It was time to face the music.

"Kara, is that you?" I asked.

The door burst inwards in a hail of bullets.

Luckily, I hadn't turned the corner of the kitchen yet, so the bullets went right in front of my face, but didn't touch me. Unluckily, they shredded my television before impacting on the bullet-proof floor-to-ceiling window that was the west side of my flat.

Fuck. Fuck. Shite.

"You traitorous whore! You didn't think you'd get away with attacking our cause did you? You'll regret working with Supergirl!" a deep male voice shouted from the ruins of my door. I was freaking out. What to do, what to do? "Maybe we'll have a little fun with you first, it's not like he's here to protect you from that anymore," despite myself, I felt a cold sensation of dread in my gut.

OH.

I could call for help. Like, directly call for help. Instead of spending the precious time wondering if 911 would work, I could just call Kara instead. I dived for my phone on the counter, then picked up a moderately sized chef's knife then cowered behind the side of the granite counter. If I made a run to my panic room, they'd just shoot me. But was that preferable to them catching me alive?

It was on the other side of the penthouse; which meant I'd have to cross their line of sight. Shite. Thank god Kara answered on the first ring, "Lena? I'm in the your building, but the doorman won't let me up–,"

"They're in my flat! They're going to hurt me! Help!" I whispered as frantically as I dared into the phone. Kara didn't respond, but I heard the distinct staccato of gunfire on the other line.

Fuck. I dragged her into ANOTHER encounter with danger. She was Supergirl. She'd be fine, but if she wasn't…I'd never forgive myself.

They were fanning out. There was more than one of them. Because of course. I looked at the knife in my hand, which was trembling. I was going to have to kill again. There was no other way. Either I kill them, or they'd…they'd r-rape–NO. I wouldn't let that happen.

I peeked around the corner. There were three of them. One was looking forward, one heading towards my room, and the panic room, and one was headed towards me and the rest of the flat; which meant that I could maybe take them one by one. I didn't believe in a god, but damn did I need some cosmic help right now, other wise…I was done for.

I took a silent breath and just went for it. The blonde man with brown eyes didn't see me coming. He was looking on the other side of the counter, and I rushed him. I put the knife right into his centre of mass. It went through his vest, and into his heart. He didn't scream, I got lucky, again. He just let out a startled gasp, which I muffled by putting my arm over his mouth.

I desperately threw a look over my shoulder, the other man I could see was making his way around my luxurious leather couch.

I pulled the knife out of the dead man, that was somehow still standing. The sound was deafening. Well, it was deafening to me; the way it made this slithering noise as it exited his sternum, accompanied by a pulse of red that splattered my front with his lifeblood as the knife fully left his body.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

I could do this, I quickly laid him down and made my way over to the couch where the second guy was. He had his back turned, he was poking the curtains with the muzzle of his gun. I plunged the knife into his back. Which turned out to not be the best idea. He screamed and his gun went off as he swung around, the knife still in his back. . I let out the breath I was holding and pushed him away from me, as hard as I could. He had been facing the wall when I pushed him, so when his back connected with that wall, it pushed the knife further into him until it protruded from his chest. The couch around me exploded as the third assailant open-fired. The second dead guy's gun was too far away for a quick grab, so I yanked the protruding knife from the dead man's chest and flung it as hard as I could at the flashing gun of the third man.

The knife tore through him and imbedded itself in the glass wall overlooking the city behind him. It wasn't a clean throw. The chef's knife went through the lower left part of his abdomen, tearing his intestines apart on its way through him. He screamed as he breathed his last, managing a few more shots in my direction.

I gagged at the smell as his shit and blood pooled in the carpet beneath him. The knife was buried in the bullet proof glass wall. The blade was actually sticking through to the outside air.

I heard my name being called as I slumped to the ground next to the second dead man. I started to have a panic attack, my breathing and heart rate became erratic, and the corner of my vision became spotty. My hands scrabbled on the floor for purchase; my fingers came across the bullets they fired at me. Just before a mess of familiar blonde hair overtook my vision, and the strongest arms on the planet cradled me to her chest; I was able to feel the bullets laying on the floor that hit me. They were all fragmented and flat like botched coins.

"Lena! Oh Rao, Lena!" I heard Kara's panicked voice before I inhaled her scent and fainted.