Great, my day could not stop improving, it was the second time I argued with my sister and to top it all the situation with Jean did not help, because it only made my state of nerves increase.

He had hardly spoken to me, but rather I had the feeling that he was fleeing from me, because every time we had to be together he was distancing himself, he did not even look at me, even if we were sincere, I was grateful, not having to try to explain myself. However, all of this was destroying me, adding the fact that my sister did not trust me, that I was not allow to go home alone, so despite the fact that she had threatened me to wait for Alex, I was not going to do it.

I hurried forward, wanting to get to the apartment as soon as possible so that she could not get mad at me, but I was kept at the entrance of the building, facing a man in front, getting me back in an attempt to flee from there, being seized by two other men.

"Kaelah Danvers, right?" He asked me, I did not dare say a word. "Sweetheart, I don't think you want to start like that, lying, without answering," he said, seeing me completely obliged to remain in the place as a result of the grip.

I looked at him in terror, aware that he knew of my sister's existence, that this was the reason he had come to find me, for which he would torture me until he found what he wanted from me.

I tried to get rid of the grip, but it was completely impossible, since the strength they wielded on me was enough to make me want to throw myself on the ground. However, I did not move, I remained in the same position, feeling like the tears threatened to leave my eyes, to which I did not have time, because in one second I fell unconscious.

"Are you sure? Kara, she is not here, "she said after looking around the school, worried." She told you she was going home, maybe she is there."

"No, maybe, I don't know," sighed her sister. "She has never done it before, I'm worried something has happened to her," she informed her.

"I know, I know you're worried," she replied as she returned to check to make sure she was not there. "I'm going to the apartment, I'll call you, okay?"

"Okay." She hung up the phone.

She walked to the apartment without being able to get rid of the feeling that something had happened, that Kaelah was not going to be at home, no matter how hard she believed it, that she wanted to think so, that was not true.

She went to open the door, pausing after locating a backpack on the floor, watching it closely, shaking her head, not wanting to think it was true. But she could not deny it, that bag belonged to Kaelah, it was hers, she had no doubt about it, so she closed her eyes trying to reassure herself, thinking how she was going to communicate this to her sister. Still, she tried to swallow her own thoughts, those who kept telling her that she was in danger, before dialing the phone number.

"Is she with you?" Was the first thing that asked her.

"Kara ..." she remained silent, she did not know how to continue.

"Alex, where is she? What happened? What has happened to her? "The questions crowded, causing her to block herself even more and could not find an answer for any of them.

"I don't know where she is, someone has taken her, her ... her backpack is lying here," she explained the best that she could, listening as her sister breathed heavily, remaining completely silent. "Kara ..."

"I'm going ... I'm going to the DEO," she heard she whispered before hanging up, without even giving her time to respond.

She sighed, where was Kaelah? Who was going to hurt her now?

She shook her head as she picked up the backpack from the floor and then headed to the DEO, not knowing if she was going to be able to face her sister.

I opened my eyes in pain, but especially tired, wanting to go back to sleep, but I could not, because the presence of the man disturbed me enough that I could not close my eyes.

"Kaelah Danvers, you have two very powerful sisters," He said with a smile. "One of them has been here this morning, the other I suppose she would be working or playing to be a superhero," he continued "And you? Which of the two do you look the most? "He asked, stroking my hair.

"Don't touch me," I said, turning my head.

"Well, as far as I can see, from Supergirl you keep the physique and, well, the fact that you're an alien," he began, watching me. "You seem to have caught the character of Agent Danvers," he finished.

I looked at him for a couple of seconds trying to figure out how far he knew about us, since when he had been watching us.

"Sweetie, we're going to play a game, okay?" He stared at me, getting me to shudder. "I want you to answer honestly, how is your sister?" He asked.

"Good, she save people," I said in a whisper.

I watched as he shook his head shortly before an electric shock ran all over my body, getting me to scream because I did not wait it, feeling the tears begin to take possession of my eyes.

The questions continued one after another, receiving discharges as a result of my answers, until my body could not take it any longer, getting me to faint.

I opened my eyes in tears trying to contain my sobs, trying to understand why they were making me go through this. A new discharge ran through my body at my last thought, was it so bad to think that? Because I did not understand the interest in that man to make me silent, to change my opinion, my decisions, to turn me against what mattered me the most, my family

I listened as he made a new question, getting me to remain silent, I was not going to do it, I was not going to answer, I did not want to find out what would happen after I did. However, the insistence of that guy ended up breaking the small and fragile armor I had, answering sincerely, receiving a new discharge while my tears crowded again, this time getting their goal, to go abroad.

I did not want to be weak, to give him an advantage, because I was aware that in that way making me change my mind would be much easier. But this became more and more complicated, with more and more risks, since part of me was beginning to deny all those concepts that had to do with my family, especially with my sister, a fact that terrified me, because I knew that I could be used against her, which meant hurting one of the people I loved and needed the most in my life.

In spite of my inner struggle, every shock I received managed to take a small part of me, making me believe that what the man said and corrected in my answers was true, and ended up tearing me apart.

" One last time" he stroked my hair. "How is your sister?"

"Go ..." I hesitated for a couple of seconds. "Bad" I finally answered, terrified that a new discharge could reach me.

I waited for a couple of seconds for my punishment, which did not come, making me sigh relieved.

I had found the answer, my sister was bad and therefore she had to be destroyed.

Thanks for reading,

Ayrin