Darkness.
Lena awoke in a haze. She was tired and in pain. She knew she was in excruciating pain, but could not pinpoint the source, together with whatever drug Lillian had given her, her mind became clouded.
She was so tired.
The darkness swept over her.
She dreamt about her childhood. Her Father sneaking into her room when Lillian wasn't watching him and wrapping his arms around her, comforting her. 'Why doesn't she love me?' she asked him through tears. He would squeeze her tiny body tighter and say, 'It doesn't matter, Lena. I have enough love in my heart for the both of us.'
She awoke to the sound of her own scream, tears ran down her cheeks. The drug Lillian had given her began to wear off. The pain had become almost unbearable. Lena tried to move, she could not, she was unsure if she had been tied down or if all her limbs had been crushed. She moved her eyes around the room, trying to find a clue as to where she was. The darkness was so strong she could not make out even the dimensions of the rooom. The darkness was so thick, for a moment she wondered if she were in hell.
Lena began to slip in and out of consciousness, although she tried to stay awake and focus. 'On what?' she asked herself. 'On the way you murdered your father?'
Her day had been perfect. Kara pulled her out of her state of self-hate. Kara had saved her life. She had confessed her secret identity and told Lena that she loved her. She had never heard those words with such honesty before, she had never heard those words and felt her heart grow so much fuller. Kara loved her. She could not shake how happy that made her.
Then her father had finally come home. He had come home for her. Although she was overcome with sadness and fear upon finding out his secret, she enjoyed the time they were able to spend together. She apreciated his honesty.
Everything was imperfectly perfect.
Then Lillian ruined everything. Lillian had ruined her life.
Lena had been sitting in Lionel's car, eyeing the sketchy building, wondering what mess her father had gotten himself into, hoping it was just some kind of deal he was trying to close peacefully. She had leaned over and grabbed the pistol from under the passenger seat. She knew her father would not go anywhere without some kind of protection. When she heard the sound of a gunshot she jumped in her seat, startled. The first thing she thought to do was call the cops. She decided against it on second thought as she was not entirely sure that it was a gunshot she had heard and also did not want Lionel to get into anymore trouble with the cops and media if he was doing something illegal.
Eventually she had convinced herself to investigate. She mustered up all her courage and steped out of the car. She walked down the path she had remembered seeing Lionel walking. She neared the warehouse and noticed another car, it was empty.
As she neared the entrance of the warehouse she was forced to see the events taking place within it. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream and call for help but all she could do was stay silent in anger and raise the pistol in her hands.
Lionel had decided many years ago that Lena needed to learn how to protect herself. His words were, 'In this line of work it is easy to piss someone off, and pissed off people with a lot of money tend to resolve to violence thinking it will solve all their problems.' He hated seeing Lena with a violent weapon in her hands so the moment she completed the course she was on (which she liked a little too much for Lionel to handle), he decided to put her into physical training classes instead (which Lena also seemed to be abnormally excellent at).
Lena had continued attending the range as she got older, being sure to pay of every snitch she thought she'd come across. She was brilliant at it. Unfortunately her sweaty and shaky hands stripped her of that brilliance and so instead of shooting in a more lethal position, the bullet hit her thigh.
When the lighter had landed on the floor beside Lillian she knew in that moment that she had killed her father. Not Lillian. Her innocent father.
When Lionel had yelled at her to run she wasted no time. She sprinted toward the car, knowing full-well that Lillians evil minions were on her tail. She had reched the car with a two second gap between the first guy chasing her. She climbed into the car and pulled off, knocking over anyone that stood in her way, leaving a storm of dust in her tracks.
She slammed her foot down on the accelerater and ducked down as bullets pierced through the back window. Just before she reached the gate she lost control of the car, the tyres seemed to have lost traction and it skid to the right, missing the exit and flying up the side of the fencing and spinning in the air.
That was the last thing Lena remembered before waking up in the darkness.
"This is hell" she muttered as another round of tears escaped her eyes.
She missed her father.
