Author's note: Hi, I'm posting this tonight. I may go back and make revisions as I am not sure how in-character Alex and Kara are. I also want to add more to the end scene in the way of description. In any event, check back tomorrow, or so, and it may have some changes to it. I'm not sure how I feel with how I wrote this chapter, so that is why I'm giving you the heads up.

Recap: The action stopped midway as Pruydakh squeezed with all his strength on her leg. All Kara registered was a reverberating cracking. A multitude of cracking. The sound was similar to the sound of china shattering to pieces. Excruciating pain ripped through her body.

Alex, through her com, heard the most horrifying scream. Heart seemed to still from fright in her chest. It was a scream she doubted she would ever forget. After the scream came another one mix between a scream and a whimper.

The Pruydakh tossed Supergirl, like a ragdoll, into nearby concrete slabs littering their location; debris he had created in his promenade through National City. With a loud smash, she collided with the large masses; the right side of her body taking the brute of the collision. The impact cracked the slabs, and she fell to the sidewalk onto her stomach. Concrete breakage, from the impact, scattered around her, her vibrant cape was gathered up on the right side of her body, and her arms were splayed out in front of her. However, she never registered the impact. Kara registered nothing except agony radiating from her leg. She felt as if the bone was being torn from her flesh—being ripped from her skin, muscles, and tendons.

The Pruydakh smelled the air, and turned his back toward Supergirl, and focused his attention on the skyscraper in front of him. People scurried away, running in all different directions. The once mundane busy street was now busy with people running for their lives. In the lobby of the skyscraper, past the glass doors, cowered people who had been unable to get out of the building, while Supergirl had him distracted. A raspy snicker emitted from the Pruydakh as he set his eyes on his next targets. The people in the lobby screamed as the giant alien began making his way toward their direction.

The Screams brought Supergirl to attention, brought her to outward awareness, and she snapped her eyes opens. Dimly, she noted the pavement felt wet underneath her frame, though she pushed the observation aside as more screams echoed around her. Screams of the citizens. Citizens she was trying to protect. Attempting to push through the pain, she struggled to lift her torso up off the ground. She propped herself up with her arms, and scanned the scene. Black spots speckled her sight, furrowing her brow she fought off the darkness. She quickly located the Pruydakh, and found him approaching the civilians cornered in the lobby of the skyscraper.

You can do this, Supergirl! Kara chanted in her head before taking a deep breath—preparing to roll over onto her right side. A pained cry tore from her lips as she adjusted her position on the ground for maximum visibility. With her arms still holding herself up, she took aim, and hit the Pruydakh with her heat vision.

The beam hit him in the back of the neck, and a pained roar erupted from the Pruydakh. Kara was inwardly pleased that she finally did some damage to the Pruydakh. When she ceased her assault with her heat vision, like Kara had hoped, the Pruydakh sharply spun around and faced her. His attention was diverted. The civilians, taking the opportunity Kara had given them, sprinted for their lives out the main doors, or through other feasible exits.

Kara's heart raced in her chest. Dread coiled in her stomach. She had planned on this happening. She was a distraction so they could escape, but her plan had ended there. She had not thought it all the way through.

The Pruydakh cumbersomely trekked his way toward the blonde Kryptonian.

Desperately, she tried to force her legs to stand, to move, to do something. Only her right leg complied. Kara didn't dare look at her left leg, she was too afraid of what she might see. The attempt to move the said leg, resulted in a pained cry ripping through her throat, followed by whimpers and gasps. Something wet fell onto Kara's hand. Unbeknownst to Kara, tears had been racing down her cheeks since the moment the Pruydakh had crushed her leg.

Why isn't my leg starting healing yet? Kara thought frustrated, before pushing the thought aside and focusing on the problem at hand.

Kara hoped that she could fly from her current position, she had never attempted to fly without jumping, or hopping, up into the air first. In her predicament, there was no way she could jump into the air. Consequently, in desperation, she directed her attention to attempting to float off the ground—she had no luck. On top of that, her adrenaline was finally wearing off, she couldn't concentrate past the pain flooding her senses. She felt so tired and exhausted. Her vision was blurring, black dotted her vision, and her arms trembled as they held herself up.

Kara reached to her ear and activated her communication device, forcing her left arm to hold all her weight, "J'onn—i-it's bad—"

"Supergirl, my, how I have heard great things about you," interrupted a raspy deep voice. The Pruydakh race spoke from the throat, and the throat also controlled the formation of words. The only time a Pruydakh opened their mouths was to eat, or to amplify the sound they could emit. The sight of the giant alien speaking without ever opening its mouth was spine-chilling

She turned her attention to the sound, and found the Pruydakh standing over her. Staring up at the alien, Kara's face, for a moment, was painted with unaltered fear, before she quickly put on a brave face.

Despite her predicament, as you would think her adrenaline would kick back in, Kara felt herself starting to lose the battle for consciousness, her vision was out of focus, and she could make out the Pruydakh raising his arm as if bash her into the cement. With the amount of strength, the Pruydakh had, the action would be surely be painful. Kara steeled herself and watched as the arm started to descend—

Out of nowhere, in the air, Kara saw a green streak.

J'onn

Returning her attention back to the Pruydakh, she found nothing standing over her. J'onn had drawn it away from her without her noticing. Kara's muscles involuntarily relaxed, the tautness evaporated, as she realized that she was safe. Giving into her body's demands, Kara gently laid down, and her arms thanked her for it. When she laid herself down, she splayed her left arm out and used it to rest her head on. Her right arm dangled limply across her stomach. Kara closed her eyes—they were so heavy-to rest them for a minute.

Alex arrived on the scene a few seconds after J'onn. She immediately set out to locating her sister. The sounds of her sister's screams, hauntingly, echoed in her head.

It didn't take her long to find Kara. Alex ran to Kara's prone form the minute her eye caught sight of the red and blue uniform. She kneeled next to her baby sister, ignoring the blood that painted the ground, and gathered Kara's head in her hands. One of Alex's hands searched for pulse and the other gently cupped Kara's cheek and brushed away tears.

"Kara, Kara, Kara! I need you to open your eyes!" Alex ordered, desperation in her voice. Fear laced into her veins worried that Kara may not open her eyes.

Kara's eyes fluttered open, "Alex…"

"Hey," Alex replied. Her tone was soft, a relieved smile graced her features, and her head was tilted gently to the side. Her pounding heart quieted.

"My leg isn't healing," murmured Kara, pain laced into every word.

Kara started to shut her eyes again feeling safe, knowing her sister would take care of her. Alex always took care of her. She distantly heard Alex calling her name again, and she opened her eyes once more. Alex was patting her cheek trying to wake her up.

"Kara, listen, I need you to focus on my voice. You need to stay awake Kara. Can you try to do that for me?" Asked Alex her voice gentle and soothing, yet stern.

Kara nodded her head weakly in Alex's hands. Alex maneuvered herself so Kara's head could rest on lap, and guided Kara's head to rest on her thigh. She then ran a hand through Kara's hair soothingly.

Alex turned her gaze to Kara's leg, and she felt her stomach turn. If she was squeamish person, she would have hurled right then. Kara's leg was a bloody mess. The appendage was mutilated. Alex believed she could even see bone jutting out, in more than one place, from Kara's leg, but she wasn't sure because of all the red. The sight was gruesome, and so the rest is best left up to your imagination.

"Agent down. I need a medevac, now!" ordered Alex into her com. Her tone was calm and collected, not portraying any of her worry or panic.