"The power that I give you I'm so sick of your voice

In my body you don't give me no choice

But to boot you, honey, to give you the shove

So take back your despot, I'll keep the love."


You know… he's been watching you since you was a little girl pissing your panties on that redneck farm you done grown up on…. Power Girl rolled over on Alex's bed—her hick affectation was just as tawdry as her costume—a trashy hot pink, and black leather substitute of Kara's. Power Girl's mouth was dripping with blood, her lips like smeared red lipstick…she smiled wide exposing perfectly uniformed, pearly white vampire teeth.

I love you in your costume too, girly girl, Power Girl whispered.

Alex suddenly found herself standing in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Power Girl was behind her—she smeared the blood that was on her mouth onto Alex's neck then licked it back off.

Alex looked in the mirror— she was in the purple leather dominatrix outfit –the Huntress costume that Karen/Power Girl had found for her while surfing online.

Yet there were a few added accouterments— traces of neon green kryptonite found its way into every bit of her garish ensemble—into black thorn-like artificial eyelashes, the paint around her eyes, a tiny emerald nose-ring, it was embedded in her costume as plates of armor, and liquefied into hollow crystalline razor sharp fingernails.

And when Alex opened her mouth, her teeth, or rather fangs, had the same bizarre crystalline structure and extract as her nails. Her eyes glowed green—kryptonite pumped though her blood—expanded into her capillaries—and dripped out of her mouth as radiant jade strands of saliva.

The hunger…the hunger…

Aren't you a pretty thing…Power Girl whispered in her ear… Time and time again to feed, my lovely. You're a true beast now, a carnivore cannibal that must devour everyone in her path….

Alex took Power Girl's hand as she led her back to the bed, which was now veiled by a red canopy and thin silk drapes. Kara was there, dressed in her Supergirl costume. Alex pulled back the drapes.

Kara was spread-eagle on the bed—tied to the bedpost by silk, green glowing fabric. Her red skirt was hiked up to her hips – her panties were missing, her vagina exposed.

Kara looked at Alex, and whispered in unison with Power Girl— Eat me….

Alex went down between Kara's legs, to her lips, which seemed to spread apart sensing her presence, wider and wider, until the head of the xenomorph appeared between her pink opening.

Alex's tongue swirled around Kara's clitoris and the head of the xenomorph. The xenomorph began to extend further out, until it resembled a bony, rigid and fully erect penis.

Alex took the xenomorph between her own legs so that her and her sister could share it. Their bodies writhed as the xenomorph wriggled between them. Power Girl knelt down and licked the glistening exoskeleton until Alex and Kara both orgasmed.

Power Girl and Supergirl whispered again to Alex in unison— Take me….

Alex took the head of the xenomorph in her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. She choked and gagged and then desperately gasped for air…. Suddenly—she heard Kara's desperate pleas reverberating through her dreamscape: Don't swallow, Alex! Don't swallow!


Alex came to—the xenomorph was wrapped around her throat and Kara was hastily trying to get its telson uncoiled from her neck. She succeeded, swiftly yanking out the proboscis. Kara threw the creature so hard against the conference room wall it popped like a gastric acid-filled water balloon.

Alex coughed hard, vomiting out globs of a thick airplane glue-like mucus.

What the …hell …is going on, said Alex looking up to what was self-evident: The DEO had been overrun by the alien xenomorphs…

Where the hell did those things come from?

Kara helped Alex to her feet. I don't know but there are hundreds of them.

The DEO was a warzone of pandemonium, a waking nightmare of sanguine carnage.

Security was firing at the Alien creatures as they leapt through the air and scampered over the walls, ceiling and floors. Some DEO personnel collapsed on the floor with the alien parasites hugging their faces.

Alex looked around the conference room—the surviving crew of the Azuera had met their final fate—sprawled out dead—the same burst holes in their chests as Kane.

Luckily, Kara had vaporized the internal Alien parasites before they had wriggled their way out to the rest of the base.

We need to get out of here, Alex.

We're not going anywhere—the base is on emergency lockdown. You couldn't even bust out of here.

Well—what then?

Get me to my office.

What?

Alex grabbed a rifle off a fallen security officer—a xenomorph affixed to the man's face.

Hey, guys. Hate to interrupt, but can I tag along? It was Brett…alive.

Alex looked at her sisters. Is he infected?

Kara did a quick x-ray scan of Brett. He doesn't have that gray fuzzy thingy in him like the others. Why do we need to go to your office?

I'll tell you on the way. Follow me now, said Alex handing a rifle to Brett, then added, Controlled burst. Fire if you only have to. I don't want those things leaking anymore of that acid on my base.

Between Alex's extraordinary aim, Kara's heat vision, and a handful of DEO agents rushing to their ranks, they were able to get to the elevator and up to the situation room.

Seal off this floor now, barked Alex to security, I don't care if you have to bury us in here—we'll worry about getting out later!

Once inside her office, Alex dumped her mail on her desk and began frantically going through it.

…What…the hell… are you doing, asked Kara.

Alex found the small padded manila envelope she'd been looking for. There was a single word printed above the address label: Spartoi

The package hadn't been mailed, but dropped off in her office personally.

Alex repeated the word aloud.

Spartoi? What the hell is that? Kara asked.

In Greek mythology the Sportoi were warriors that sprang up from dragon's teeth planted in the ground by… Alex opened the package, inside was a tiny vial with a clear liquid inside. …Cadmus.

Cadmus? Isn't that the same name as that super dubious project your snow patrol boyfriend warned you about?

A note dropped out of the package, Alex picked it up and read it out loud—Add this to your air infiltration system. D.O.T. Hazard Class 6. Just like Lemmings. Hope you can return the favor someday—Sincerely, Maxwell Lord.

You've got to be kidding me. How did he even know about this? I don't like this, Alex, not one bit, insisted Kara.

I don't either—but it might be our only chance at stopping the Alien parasites… and saving the base.

How did those things spread so quickly?

I don't know… there must be another phase of their life cycle we haven't seen yet.

Kara winced then asked, What did it feel like… when it was… ya know, down your throat?

It reminded me of medical school when we had to take turns intubating each other… only a thousand times more traumatic. Alex touched her throat as if the xenomorph's tail was still wrapped around it.

It's the phantom limb that keeps on giving, she added.

Kara tried to hug her, but Alex pulled away.

What's going on with you? You've been acting weird ever since Power Girl showed up. Alex was silent. Kara continued, I told you you shouldn't have slept with her.

No you didn't, snapped Alex.

Well, I would have if I would've known about it. She's a wild child version of me, Alex. Unpredictable, rash and brash.

Look, I appreciate all your super advice, but from now on …my sex life—is my sex life.

This is so unlike you—when have we ever kept secrets from each other?

Kara! We could go down this rabbit hole indefinitely, and follow every tasty morsel of— pretzel logic we can come up with, but unfortunately, we've also got a mission to complete.

Kara swiped the vial from her sister's hand. Where would you like me to stick this?

Both girls were ready to exchange blows.

Alex got up in Kara's face. …Now you're just baiting me...

Kara closed her eyes and clenched her fists in restraint. Just tell me where the location of the air infiltration system is, so I can end this.

You've got to wear a Hazmat suit, Kara. We've all got to put one on before you release… whatever that toxin is that Lord just slipped under our door.

I just hate the fact that it's him that's helping us, said Kara.

Alex wrapped her arms around Kara hugging her tight. Yeah, me too… but the DEO… it's more important to me than my pride at this moment.

Why are we both having the same dreams?

Am I dressed in the purplish…

Yeah.

And we were both…

Yeah.

I don't know. I'm totally freaked out about it too, Kara.

Kara was surprised when Alex presented her with her very own Hazmat suit. Unlike the rest of the DEO, which stayed with the whole charcoal-black, paramilitary-armored motif, Kara's suit was straight up Supergirl – blue, red and white, and with the House of El emblem right on the breastplate. She carried the suit in a backpack and would don it once she released Lord's deadly toxin into the air infiltration system.

Alex would monitor Kara from the safety of the situation room. She looked at a screen that was connected to a camera in Kara's headset.

Kara, check you camera. There seems to be a...

Kara didn't see the loose beam of the door frame as she entered the med labs. When she opened the door to the infirmary the beam dropped on her head.

...that's better. Pan it around a bit.

Kara made her way to an emergency stairwell. She would continue down to the basement that housed the facility's generators and air infiltration system. The security cameras that typically monitored every square inch of the DEO's base had broken down from this point on.

Alex would be relying strictly on Kara's headset comlink and camera for sight and sound of what had transpired on the floors below the situation room.

Kara held up the tiny vial in her hand that was the supposed to be the cure to the disease of the xenomorph infestation.

You got an alien bug infestation. I'm the exterminator. Talk to me, Sis. What did your analysis show of Lord's bug killer?

It's some type of Bacillus anthracis as best I can determine. I didn't want to take it out for further study.

Bass-a-silly-us—what?

It's a spore, Kara, like anthrax, but I have the feeling Lord's concoction is much more …deadlier.

What did the rest of his notes say?

There was a brief breakdown of the agent's organic structure, just enough to convince me to use it against the xenomorphs… also a rather cryptic footnote.

What's that?

Alex read it to her sister— Pain and suffering… most any life-form …will do anything to alleviate symptoms.

Yet again, another creepy layer of Maxwell Lord is revealed, said Kara. She looked down as her foot passed through a missing step— corroded away—huge holes pockmarked the stairwell where the xenomorphs's acid had eaten through.

The emergency stairwell is totally gone. Do you see what I'm seeing, Alex?

Alex looked at the monitor. The xenomorph's acid had eaten down through the concrete and the stairwell's reinforced girders. Yeah—I don't get it. There was no report of gunfire on the stairs.

Alex… I don't think anyone is going to be EVACing through here unless they have grappling hooks and a climbing harness…or they can fly. I'm going to need to fly down myself from here. What about the elevators?

No dice. They're still down. If you were thinking of descending that way, you'd need to remove the entire car, and please don't do that. If there are people trapped on the lower levels you need to get them out before you disperse that toxin.

If I find anyone alive I'll put them in the elevator and push it back up.

Agent Donovan approached Alex. Director Danvers, you've got a call on the emergency line.

Any word from Director Henshaw?

Nothing yet, mam.

Who's the call from?

McMurdo Station.

Put it through now. Alex picked up the phone off the console.

This is Director Danvers, she spoke into a void of white noise.

…after a moment of crackling and hissing static an intermittent voice answered back…

Alex? — it was McReady.

McReady—it's good to hear your voice.

I'm sending you a link… recon footage …Azuera… Alex?

Yeah, I'm still here.

I think… you should… watch in private.

Okay—let me get to my office.

What?

GOING TO MY OFFICE.

Alex jogged into her office. It was mostly dark, except for a single lamp on her desk. Whatever was happening down in the station's self-contained power plant had robbed over half the energy reserves from the rest of the facility. They were now running on backup generators. Alex flipped open her laptop

McReady, you still there?

Yep.

Alex saw the footage file in her inbox that he'd sent her.

…Alex?

…Yeah?

Before you click… I… better…you saw….first.

Alex opened the file and played it.

She saw McReady. He was talking to someone behind the camera but there was no sound. Alex turned up the volume of her headset but it didn't do anything.

McReady…there's no audio.

What?

Alex continued to watch— McReady pointed at the DEO agent holding the camera and had him direct it at a twisted array of metal beams that had been ripped from the hull. Alex recognized the area from the ship's schematics. They were in engineering.

Held within the buckled and contorted metal—crucified and hung upside down was a lifeless body.

McReady got in closer – the woman was naked, her dislocated arms hung down like a broken rag doll—her neck had been shattered so severally it caused her head to sway like a bell's clapper. McReady took the camera from the agent and got down on his knees to show the woman's face.

Alex clasped her hands over her mouth, just in case a scream slipped out falsely alarming the base.

The dead woman was her… or rather another her. This must be Helena, she thought—The Huntress—Dead. Murdered.

There was only one person Alex knew of who had the power to shape metal into the macabre and intricate death knell she saw before her… Supergirl, but there was only one who had access and possible motive— Power Girl.

Kara floated down the emergency stairwell, keeping her eyes and ears alert for DEO survivors. The xenomorphs' acid had reduced the stairwell to a mining shaft. When she got to the first sub-level basement the walls around her suddenly took on a decidedly different and drastic appearance. Some strange encrusted substance, vaguely resembling a hornet's nest, had attenuated itself into the base's meshed steel walls, pipes and cabling that it mimicked one continues infrastructure.

Are you seeing this, Alex?

Looks like some sort of secreted resin.

It wasn't Alex's voice that responded through her headset.

Who is this?

Sorry, it's me Agent Donovan.

Where's Alex?

She's on a call with McMurdo Station.

I'm coming to the end of the emergency stairwell. I'm on foot from here, Donovan.

Copy.

Kara approached the door that would lead to a short corridor and then out to Level 1 of the sub-basement. The air was thick with steam.

It's a hot mess down here, Donovan.

I'm picking up some low-level radiation. There might be a leak in the steam generators.

That's comforting.

Kara touched the wall. The resin was like some sort of epoxy that stuck to her fingers. She blew on them, freezing the organic substance, and then shook it off. The organic structure entwined with the concrete walls seemed like the insides of a great animal. Kara felt like she was Jonah in the Whale, but this belly of the beast was anything but heaven sent.

I'm hitting the second emergency stairwell now.

Copy.

The door was opened a crack, but some of the epoxy-like resin had formed into a 4ft high stalagmite that blocked the door from opening any further. Kara forced it, snapping the organic column. The snap sent a reverberation echoing through the floor. Kara paused to listen, half expecting a frenzied assault from the crabby xenomorphs. But there was nothing just eerie silence and the condensed drip of steam.

Kara, I know this may not be a good time. But I've been analyzing some of the surveillance footage from the med labs. I think you should take a look... I'm sending it to your HUD now.

Kara pulled the eyepiece around to watch.

Donovan continued—I probably should have reported this to Henshaw… it was your sister who gave the order to release the Azuera crew from hypersleep. She tried to delete this footage but I found it… I was hoping to give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe you could tell me what's going on here?

The footage showed Alex walking out to the Symbioship. She passed her hand over it, and a hidden control panel opened. She typed in a code that caused the cockpit hatch to open. The xenomorph suddenly appeared, scampering across the floor it leapt onto Power Girl's face, hugging it.

Kara was thunderstruck. What the hell is this, Donovan?

I don't know—it's like she's possessed.

Kara pushed the button that opened the automatic doors to the engineering control room floor. The second shock of the day was there to greet her though even more macabre.

The DEO Agents and facility engineers had been cocooned in the same translucent epoxy—their organic tombs protruded from the niches and interstices of the engineering floor—engulfed in the viscous viny meat of a Dantean hellscape.

The control room led down a ramp to the reactor floor, which was covered with hundreds of tortoise shell like pods.

Please tell me those are giant pistachio nuts, Donovan.


Alex continued to watch the footage McReady had sent her. He was still down in the Azuera's C Deck, part of engineering. McReady held a dog tag up to the camera—it belonged to Commander Dallas.

The audio finally came on. Alex's could hear McReady's voice, Looks like Commander Dallas here tried to sabotage the ship.

McReady passed the camera over what appeared to be explosives.

Looks like he didn't get very far.

He panned the camera down off the edge of the catwalk to reveal where Dallas now lay crumpled and dead. A mash of milky white substance had spurted out of his cracked rib cage and snapped neck exposing a synthetic mesh of wiring.

McReady's voice came back over the intercom clearer, Looks like Dallas wasn't a human but some kind of android. I found two others—dead and squashed—both human— Ash CSO. CSO—what's that?

Chief Science Officer. Who was the other?

Engineer…Brett Cole.

Alex sensed him behind her. She went for her gun but it wasn't there in her holster.

Brett had been sitting in a chair in the shadows behind her the entire time she'd been on the call. He held up his hand as if to say 'hi'.

It's about time we met face-to-face, Alex.

You're not Brett Cole, are you?

Brett grabbed Alex and pulled her into his arms.

No, Alex…I am so much more.

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?

Brett smiled exposing a glossy layer of yellowish-white vampire teeth. Why I thought it was obvious... I want to kill Supergirl. But first I must have another taste of Alex Danver's exquisitely... delightful... bloody pu-ssy.

Brett sank his fangs into Alex's neck... yummy.