Ch 2: A Pattern Anew, by Scattered Constellations Returned
Relocation had come to pass, when the top secret SECRET guard n' tasked for strikes, best kept chamber had been 'wrecking ball' OBLITERATED. That was putting it mildly, which terrified the hell out of everyone in breathing quarters to the Director after she had used those exact same words to make a point. Though, it could be that she might be a tinge below pissed, that the stable for the 'four horsemen' was demolished. Priorities for 'War' and her dome of those precious armory goods would just have to take a back seat. Then again, she could always put someone in charge of shining barrels. Torture for a different day. 'Note to self. Terrorizing by ERASING their MAGICAL..ideas to escape.' Oh she loved it when good torment scenarios come together in her deviously devilish brain. For the time being, it'd be on the back burner into the back pocket stowed away for now.
"She just woke up Alex." No response. Without such, warranted an approach heeded in caution. "Nia had to take a call." J'onn wouldn't just share this tidbit, unless there was meaning behind it. "Her Sister." That got the Director's head to turn, eyes growing in size. The look on the Martian's face though, was blank and for good measure. His glowing pair of reds matched M'gann's own, who stood by the door, until she too came over, dimming the taillights, until they were shut off to be reinstated when needed.
"Most of that chamber's brutality hadn't come from our newest Kryptonian hero." Alex hadn't missed the title given, by her friend and whom had sorta turned into a big sister in a way. Strange, when J'onn was her 'Space Dad' and she was well..with him, which should make M'gann her Aunt, but it didn't seem to fit.
"Was it.." The answer merely sat, tip of the tongue ready to escape, only to be forced back and with good measure. Everything shook and a flash of what seemed to be glowing currents of the Wrath of Zeus traveled past the meeting area, no doubt down the rest of the hall. "Gotcha."
"Here Nia. Two peach, one mango, and a papaya-guava blend in three with enough cane sugar to send you to the ER stirred content in fallout." Kelly announced her presence too, bringing the jet fuel blend to her girl, who accepted the gift of the caffeinated gods. "Barry, Brainy, your Atom friend, Iris and I believe uh..Caitlin?" Alex nodded. "They have separated each of the thirty files, pairing by categorical lingo way over my hamster's paygrade."
"Thank you babe." The two briefly kissed, but an expression not usually in the Psychologist's repertoire, popped their head in. "What is it?" Kelly motioned for the gang to take up the chairs available. The couple parked it last, but Alex's tension began to radiate towards the others.
"Parker and Lucy aren't leaving that room unless they've gotta pee, nourish or are dragged out kicking and screaming." M'gann commented. "Sam and Kate are with your Second, Susan. Kate's anger had boiled over into rage, where Sam's savage need, to hit something or someone took her to nearly destroying one of the hanging bags in the process. Her strength slivers into that which a yellow sun enhances, as does Ruby's." Danvers itched to speak, but a hand up for a halt kept her silent. "When the time comes, we will work with both Mother and Daughter. Continue Ms. Olsen." The groaned grumble had been acknowledged, to which had M'gann correcting herself, "Kelly."
"Thank you." Miss Martian nodded, letting her take over. "She has barely spoken anything at all, really. She's too terrified, petrified and anxiety stricken to get a proper idea of what has happened or what she is feeling besides that overwhelming fear. As you have explained, along with meticulous notes of yours, thank you J'onn, her physical injuries are usually repaired by the sun or the lamps you use. It isn't her bodily ones that worry me. When she has come to, from what Parker translated for me, she cries out 'phantoms' and 'trapped' or 'caged' and 'suffocating' where she throws her hands up and scratches violently at her face throat. Her stomach revolts. Her pupils dilate. She whispers, from what Parker understood as the word 'blind' before passing out. Amelia had to catheterize her, to avoid her.." Kelly wouldn't say the words, knowing if Kara had the choice, she'd hide the embarrassment from everyone, including her own sister.
"J'onn, do we have a few extra comms, to give to them, for our private dial?" Nia stood, as did M'gann.
"We'll take care of it." Miss Martian responded, knowing the Naltorian had to step away, if just for a few. The poor girl's mind was everywhere, but her emotional state was worse. Once they exited, Alex rubbed one side of her head, pressing in a bit to relieve the tension on the spot annoying her.
"I'll hold off on anything...VERY relevant to what you said Kells." This was gonna be such a fucked up 'bridge of confidentiality' but when it came to her baby sister, there wasn't any lock she wouldn't obliterate until all that remained were slivers of metal shavings. That went for her moral agent compass too. Alex couldn't help but recall a moment not so long ago, by a couple years or so if you brought it down to technical standards. How Supergirl and a certain..'rich devil' had a disagreement, before they ventured into a freaky land to save their friend. How her sister felt faint, just as the darkness slid over what brought her greatest light that Kryptonian strength, eclipsing away every cell of it. She had watched in horror, when Kara had dropped to the DEO floor, appearing lifeless the minute her eyes locked on the hero's deathly still body. It wasn't just then, but of all the wretchedly painful reminders, it was one of the worst. Too many. Rao..too many. "Coffee drip. NEED...a coffee drip."_
The greens of Lucy Laska, no longer Lane, mildly trembled through nervous orbs, just enough to be visible to the one who seemed to merely silently observe. The General was no fool, considering her and Alex did the exact same thing when mentally 'dissecting' an ally or for that matter enemy. This Parker Torres, astounded her to no end. For what she did for her friend, who's the equivalent of the very sun itself, she had Lucy's stamp of not only approval but she would forever be indebted to her. Kara's life had nearly permanently ended, by what had been explained to her by Dr. Hamilton. The toxic agent in the weaponized kryptonite gas, used to produce the aerosol blend, the dust-like particles infused with nanotech microbeads that had attached themselves to the nanites of her suit, had been just the beginning of the torments of malignant intention. Those adherings to her wardrobe had left a dangerous skin infection that seeped in until it couldn't be seen with a simple human sight. Then..there was the deafening flash 'bang' grenades at such a dangerous frequency had almost caused permanent blindness but acted as an instantaneous solar flare..take your pick.
"Hey you two." Sam and Kate entered the premises, already showered now in black DEO multi-pocket military style pants, their choice of tank or shirt colors and hoodies either worn or wrapped around the waist, not to mention the badass black boots to top it all off. Might as well go for broke. "Susan told us to shove off, so she could have her training room back for cadets. Not to mention, she got a buzz that we were to report here. So..here we are." Kate had just finished her words, when Nia and M'gann slowly walked in. "Hey." Her and Sam had snatched seats, to plop their sore hind ends on cushioned ones, when the room filled with more occupants.
"Here." Miss Martian held out individual navy blue container-like glasses cases, for each of them. "Channel four." They each took one, while M'gann walked around the other side of the bed occupying the beautiful 'hope' whispering a Martian prayer, only to leave the room quietly but quickly.
Nia went for a chair, well stool, like the ones Lucy, Sam, Kate and Parker occupied already. Before the Naltorian decided to sit down, she leaned over to where her best friend lay, placing her forehead gently over the blonde's own, speaking the softest of blessings to her greatest hero, that her mom had once taught her, to help her through her darkest of times. Once she stood back up, she flopped on the stool, while the ladies adjusted the new comms. She also put on the cuff bracelet Brainy had given her, similar to what Parker had made and wore for herself, for dull-down purposes. Eyes landed there, then up to her face. "I've destroyed enough for today. Errr for….a few months."
"You gals dialed yet?" Susan's chipper vocals filled their ears, after the others switched to their 'directorial' station. "New news. Prep for the weather report. No thunderstorms, from what I heard. Safety topped the priorities and you NEVER know when you need to fluctuate the masses."
"AND? It was Ms Scarlet, in the study, with a butcher knife." Lucy shot off.
"Blame Inspect.." A clearing of one's throat was over the comm, occupying whichever ear they chose to cork. Delicately.
"Alright folks. First off..I…" The Director had begun, but just as she had entered the soundbyte, did it die off just as suddenly. Several sounds erupted and with the chaos, Kate just mouthed 'go' which Parker shot out so fast the whole room shook and they had to hold onto the seats they occupied just to stay on them. "No! I will NOT calm down! NO! Kelly..I..NO! NO! FUCKING PARKER! LET GO! Fahtul im khuhp! Let..GO of ME...Parker! FAHTUL IM KHUHP peikarah,ak,vahr! Zhed WILL..DHEHRIV! I WILL CHAI iovis udol fucking..MONSTER!" The voice was only getting louder, but aggressively adding to the forces festering inside the colliding chaos of hate infused rage. "Let GO of ME! I will KILL her! She's DEAD! Do you HEAR ME?! DEAD!"
"Listen! DAMMIT Alex! ALEX! LISTEN! Alektrah,lorah,ehl..EHLIR to me!" Kryptonese layered with accented tones, brought a softer one to Alex's finally. "Ehlir."
"I'm..listening. Zhalish khap kir zygai." A sigh was heard.
"Nothing to forgive. I am going to take you to her okay? I think..I KNOW, where you should be is with her. You and Nia. Just a suggestion, but perhaps J'onn and M'gann can take up patrol. Maybe that would help. Just...you and Nia, you two should be with her. With how bad you're shaking, I KNOW it's bad. I GOT this Alex. Your Co-'badass' will stay with me. Okay?"
"Kay. I...oooooff."
"I am keeping my heartbeat steady for us both. I KNOW you don't wanna look that way with your crew, but tough. If it helps, listen to it, feel it. Would you like to hear something, that te fyrehb..that, my Aunt Jehna told me, about te fyrehb kahrah,zor,ehl?" Right off the bat, having Parker refer to her sister as..Aunt Kara, never left her thoughts let alone familial emotions braided in the protective nature meant for the truest of meanings, deepest of supportive arms.
"Sh...sh...sure," There was little volume to a voice shaken from fracture remnants of deconstructed events far too often, that Danvers let it be and accepted this situational consistency when it came to the newest in the 'Super' club. She didn't fight the signs of her emotional turbulence by confliction wrapped weakness, versus some semblance of propriety unable to grab a hold of. Alex just let her body lean into Parker's and her face partially pressed into the young Kryptonian's shoulder. She silenced. She waited and..listened.
"She told me that my Aunt Alura, well...Great Aunt, had told Mom and her, how YOU'RE her Daughter's Supergirl. How YOU'RE why she felt at home on this planet. That you will ALWAYS be the first. Her first, Earth companion. You were her first familial bond. YOU, are what helped her feel human. Helped her BE human. My Aunt Jehna, my Mom, they would really like to meet you and who's been Mom to you both. Alex?"
Heavy sobs were heard, right upon rounding the corner and everyone but the one occupying the bed, stood wanting to help and hell comfort the older Danvers sister. Sam was the one that made her way over first, holding out her arms. Parker nodded and carefully transferred the tear ridden and well passed exhausted femme fetale. She calculated the force, toning down just enough, so as not to send everyone off their feet and on their asses by her K, to a G-force. The minute she reached Amelia, she gave the softly spoken suggestion, where two nurses went to get an unoccupied medical bed. "Fluids."
"Dammit Danvers." Susan's voice timed to the perfect sync, when it was Dr. Hamilton's response too. Before she could blink, the request had been acknowledged and was on its way down the hall, with her and the doc, one small red and blue, eerily sparkly tool box looking case with a post-it attached firmly by packaging tape labeled 'Danvers. Duh' and a bag with a little longer of a line, where the tips were in the 'AGAIN Alex?!' container.
"Got it." Barry's voice carried over, with him and Parker rolling the spare empty bed over, for it to be brought in and parked next to, if not pressed directly against, the other one that kept a Super cradled safely. With the fourth wheel locked, a single sharp but struggling intake of air came through to knock their minds out from catastrophic questioning considerations swirling and to the tremors growing worse by a few counted seconds to the thirty-fourth degree.
"Kar? Kara. Hey hey hey. Hey. Kar? Kara sweetheart, breathe. C'mon. Calm down Sis. You need...need to calm down." Alex switched her mind and body over to the mode of doctor of the professional and personal, especially when it came to her 'brightest light. Her eyes landed everywhere on her sister's trembling body, to each little tick, twitch or clenching, more so than anything else, eyes shut extremely tight, where the machine's beeping indications made things a tad worse than she thought. Hell, she'd hoped they were better than this, but apparently fate is an arrogant, cocky, evil, BRASH bastard. "Shit." She hadn't meant to whisper that from her lips at a decibel that loud, but apparently her mind told her to share. "C'mon Kar. Come on. Breathe with me. Match yours with mine. You can do it. Slower Sis. Deep breaths kid. Slowwwwly. Come on. You can do it. Slowly honey. Breathe with me. That a girl. Just like that. That's it. My badass kir aoe."
"Hmmph. Well, we don't have hyperdrive or for that matter 'Super' hyperdrive. So, tattooless sunnyside to my dark n' twistiful soul, shine on setting at the right time zone." Kate distracted her friend, hell her best friend, by taking a hand to her face to turn her head and give a glowing smile but then realized Kara's eyes still hadn't opened, concerning her for a whole other possible reason. "Soooo I haven't had a chance to talk to your dear ole, old raggedy grump of a Sis but..think she might let me get ya in the tattoo parlor?"
Kate heard a grumble but the thumbs up gave her the indication to her means of sidetracking the patient. It was working. "Although, if she won't let me take you to one, I can always do the work myself. A few of the ones I've got are by my hand and it's been one of those crazy hobbies of mine. Though, marking the un-markable I wouldn't be against. You could just..lay down and I could just check a few places that would be suitable for a well suited 'Hope' which might require your suit coming off. Just let me trace some ideas on your skin. Can't go to the shop? Well, the SHOP-KEEP would come for you. To you."
Before Kate could bury her ass so many ways, a dime for each dozen, multiplied below six-feet under along with a mighty full piggy-bank of shinies, a click of one's tongue had her looking up. Not one but two glares. "Well, every..thing.." She smirked and held up both hands shaping two numbers, sticking her tongue out at them and then shifting them so the numbers were reversed in angle, "comes from one ring." Hands came down but not before she pointed to one of their banded digits. Two glares narrowed and a middle was matched in a pair, which only made her grin wider. "I'll have to get one of them digital locks, bells and all the techy whistles, if I'm gonna be setting my own shop up then."
"Might have to.." Kelly lightly pushed two speechless contemporary arts of baffled, to either side, bringing with her, another familiar face. "..for GOOD measure." She stepped out of the line of sight, so everyone could watch all proverbial regulation be lunged at, snatched by fangs where various heads chomped it apart like kibble, then finally engulfed by the pit of 'Hades' R' Doomed'. Creed, chaos and 'killer' intentions oh my. A little sass in their 'nation' wasn't the only expression on the Captain's face. She watched when it wasn't just her checking out what reared the topic back to its base.
"Fuck. Me." Parker wasn't the only observation eagle eye lock opponent, to which of course the lightest of blonde hair, very..very nice crisp ice blue hues, with a teasing grin to boot, just figured to hell with it. Might as well...purr. Alex couldn't help but slightly put her hand over her eyes to rub her forehead.
"Don't give her incentive." She mumbled. Once the covering left, she noticed what Barry was holding, accepting it. "Thank you."
"J'onn, M'gann, Brainy and I will handle all the rest. We've got this. Sara's gonna be out with us too." Eyes slipped over and upward to a gentle smile.
"I won't do any good, in..here. I can keep shit running smoothly Danvers. Let me do that for you alright? Dest' can keep everything prim, properly handled and as tidy as possibly..possible. You just, take care of our 'Hope' okay?" Alex could only nod, not trusting herself to speak. She did however, study the caress of a dear loving friend who would do anything for her sister. A kiss to the top of the hero's head and White Canary was off to the races, but not before a brief shake of hands from one warrior to another. Words had been exchanged but Danvers hadn't a clue as to what had been verbally addressed or hell if it was even something she would have understood in the first place, knowing Lance. Regardless, either Sara or one of them…'tactical authoritative advantages' to use on Parker, was bouncing around in her idea box. Maybe...it was a jar. 'Who knows. I sure as hell don't.' She'd go with reassuring herself by any means to which made absolutely zero logical sense, however had been thoroughly examined and signed off on.
"Chann' to clan. Chann' to clan. Come..all ye Supe..'ful. DO not make me drag ALL your asses down to clean the stalls! Hey! Hel…..lo…? Okay okay, I had to pull one of those Winn wins for the win. Heyyyy Siiiiiiis? I jammed to base as soon as I heard. Am I cleared? Do I need a NEW badge or can I just..stride my shiny 'tin-self' pose but..new gang? Oh, sorry man. How's the kids? Get down on one knee yet? Good. He deserves the best so you better give your stud the glowing gayest wedding ever. Hey Joey! Yeah I know. Scary ain't it. Okay, if I had to guess then, my pose in for ole times sake, wasn't my entrance. No comment Sis. NO comment Director. Man, my girlfriend is gonna have my ass on the dub, pub and tub scrubbin' for a MONTH if I failed 'Her' girls. This is what I get for knowing sisters are WAY too tight at the hip. Sue, your troubled birth-half is JUST fine. Pissed, but fine. She wants the scoop on everything and well...all that is allowed. Until, cough cough, there is a solitaire getaway to peace and quiet. I will JUST keep rambling until I annoy the hell out of you Alex. Yeah yeah, get pissed later and...Remz gave me his patch and piece. Only reason he has access to this..is because he had his girl dial in when I got to the gate to park my ride." Some faces found a whole new surprise in the shock basket, already issuing a few good orderly manners in.
"Guess..it's a um..party? Now?" Lucy all but whispered. She had been heard, but not as loudly as the boots practically pounding the pavement literally erupted in their drums. Marching to a whole new band of choice, was a face that had never been so welcome. Alex jumped up and before she realized what she was doing dove into his open arms where he wrapped them tightly around her and let his friend, hell his sister, hug the shit out of him. Everyone knew, well most anyway, that the badass in his arms didn't let the vulnerabilities out very often to spectators. This had to be bad, when she was not only gripping onto the back of his jacket like it, like..he was her lifeline, but how terrifyingly she shook against him, not to mention her sobbing into his chest too. He just held her, staying still but also relaxing enough to let her know he wasn't moving anytime soon but he wasn't uncomfortable either. "James." She said his name, gentle and solid but also rippling in so many emotions she didn't know how to begin to explain. He lowered his head, let his eyes rest in hers and smiled at her.
"My bag is by the door and there is a small photo album in the left side pocket. It unzips, then inside and close to the bottom, there is another zipper. It's in there. Real photos, not what we point and click our cells with or use for selfies. There is also a small recording device. An anonymous spectator got this to a friend of mine, of ours, who then sent it to me." He knew, by the way Alex was shuffling, it was time to open his arms again. Sure enough, the woman dislodged herself from him and took to a seat while James accepted the one brought in for him, which was adjusted to a higher level, that he parking brake engaged to be right next to his friend. The backpack was tossed his way, which he caught and nodded that it was okay the album was opened. Olsen couldn't help the big smile on his face when the toughest of all nails, screws, spikes, seven military branches of artillery, four planets, ten moons and a partridge in Danvers' 'spy-away' operational tree, groaned with a few sneaky shots he'd taken.
"Oh oh..oh! Ohhhh...this day." Alex's amusement and healthier grin gave a warmth back, just enough to feel more than just the frozen wasteland they seemed to be trapped in.
"That was the last beach venture we had, remember? It was right before Mr. full of himself 'Monte' showed up. I don't know how we convinced, or should I say you convinced him to wear a towel around his waist, seaweed wrapped like a tiara around his head or two shoe strings and two shells made into a makeshift bikini top, he looked a bit too proud to dawn, but boy was that priceless. At least he had sunscreen on." Alex nodded and laughed out at the picture she took when both boys were passed out face down on towels and her glorious captioned writing, with the smirk of a lifetime:
- 'Motion in the Carribean ocean, 4 later. Just hitched SEA style.' -
Her eyes twinkled with mischief at the dearest of devious memories, for just a moment tugging her aside from everything, until the labored breathing ripped her right back into reality and more than anything, the fears tearing her apart inside. Something told Alex, it was about to take a much darker turn. Amelia Hamilton and her right hand, with a few degrees on the side, Giana Mendoza, went about taking vitals and adjusting the pressure through the breathing tube that had taken the place of a mask. The twenty-five year old, her two degrees, with one being a similar PhD to Alex's jotted down a few things on a little note pad, before twisting her favorite pen and depositing it and the scribbles into her back pocket. Their lingo, Danvers knew far too well, able to easily follow the scientific as well as medicinal 'formula' with ease. It was their expressions that paved the way to rattling her heart more and more.
"Alex. I can give you the abbreviated version or..hey!" Amelia's eyes narrowed at her second, who just handed over the clipboard and reports. "Fired." Giana glared right back, mildly pointing with her thumb to her right.
"Sorry, but she's my Commander and Chief. No offense." The scoffed chuckle brought various hues that slid to who was doing a terrible job at keeping the humor in. Expressions shifted quicker than a 'Super' could dash across the room on a state of the art, fully charged solar battery. "Ohhhh no. Ohhh crap. I think I wrote a 'blank check' to my housekeeper. 'Xcuse me a moment." Danvers gave Hamilton one of those 'what the fuck' facial sets, but once the imaginary package was undone, the mental pieces were easily sorted out and put back together. One drive to base honed in the dialed station after a smack of the lips nice and loud set the mark, after four beeps, two flashes in five areas on the ceiling and they were rearing to go speeding off.
"Routing number wasn't changed? Huh. Thought it had." Something that had been clipped to Giana's belt like a pager, was removed and set down with four bars on the front of it like the ones on any phone indicating how strong one's reception would be. She gave a thumbs up. "Good." Hamilton walked to the wall with five different framed pieces of magnificent renaissance wonder, all of what appeared to be printings of Leonardo da Vinci's anatomical drawings, or more or less studies. The fourth in, she nodded to Mendoza, who snatched up her fake pager and clipped it onto her hip on the black belt she wore. Amelia ran her hand along the bottom half of the frame, caught something like a tiny lever and slowly slid it from one side to the other.
"We're good." It wasn't what had been in the cased frame as before, no, but a monitor and even Alex whistled by the impressive feat a step above Brainy's grade of 'magic eye' payments. "A friend of mine, a good friend, reached out to me, before things of the malevolent kind could tank the operation. She had received this intell on some lucky strike. Given that she lived in this city before, knowing I still did, but us keeping in touch.." Giana took a moment to sort and compose herself before continuing to speak where things would make a bit more sense to the audience.
"Gee. Let me take over. Okay?" She gave just a slim bounce of the head in agreement and stepped back. "Someone who most of you know, and perhaps you do, was the one that sent this to my top Nurse here. She's no longer of the status she had been at when here in the city. She's a Captain now, but isn't present on this tape. There is more to this, but on a separate recording, where 'She' conducts a session ..of sorts. Hang on." Amelia snaps her fingers twice, pointing to the ceiling and before anyone could catch the move, she had caught the little purple plastic case. Opened and revealed, two purple and black earpieces were removed and gently but safely placed in the hero's ears. Hamilton pressed on the side of the case, letting the serene escape of a 'lifescapes' album sooth the one resting peacefully. She hoped. Hell...they ALL hoped. "Those will keep her from hearing anything...upsetting. You'll understand Alex. Just..let me just play the recording. If it sounds a little scratched up, it's because it was taped using that old school method. The tape recorder is hard to pick up when filtered through a digital recording too. Forgive the dishevelment Alex. Here."
*** * * FLASH-Driven on Record:
Navigation's Lead: Good Morning. For professional purposes, anything that would violate my patient's right to privacy shall be stricken from this tape. Before discussing such, with whom I am with, I shall properly introduce myself. My name is Dr. Evelyn Rhyme. For background purposes, Dr. E. V. E. L. Y. N. As for my last, R. H. Y. M. E. If necessary I will provide my middle name if it appeases who will analyze this session. Take your time. If need be, we can shorten the silences between, during conversation. To provide evidence this wouldn't be tampered with, I have a camera facing the two of us in which not only records, but displays motion, facial movement specifically as well as when there would be motions of the jaw or other parts of the skull or spine. This will, no doubt, render proof to what occurs here between myself and my client. Whenever you are comfortable, we will begin.
Journey Foreteller: My name is Eve Morgan Teschmacher. I am with Dr. Evelyn Rhyme, whom I have agreed to this recording, in hopes it will stop the people responsible for all of this. I...I was approached by a member of Leviathan at the age of sixteen, who had promised the debts I owed and my own troubles would be taken care of. I'd rather not go into the rest, but I chose what I did. I was ordered to..get close to Lex Luthor, for purposes I also cannot explain. In doing so, I began to..have feelings for him and of course, what he faked, what he did, because of what he told me to do..'kindly' was to get close to his sister and gain her trust. He waited until she cured him and he had me act. At this particular time, he wanted me to…'take care of her' and I couldn't. I saw a REAL human being. I saw..what the reporter Kara Danvers did. Due to everything I had to leave town, but was told at a bus stop, that Leviathan was coming into the city. I..could I have um..do you have tums?
Navigator: I do. Would you like a water or perhaps tea, coffee or I do have a couple different soda preferences.
Foreteller: If you have ginger ale, that would be great. Ohhh thank you. Two tums. Thank you.
Navigator: Remember Ms Teschmacher, at your pace.
Foreteller: I'm good. I'm good. I know we discussed confidentiality and because I have spoken to two representatives to which the...listener will know who I speak of, I..let me try this again. Nerve wracking sometimes. Okay, here we go.
Since it is morning, then good morning Kara. I know there are two other names attached to you and whichever you prefer, if you want to even speak to me after this, I would gladly accept any request or..demand or..wooo. This is hard, wow. Thank you. I don't know how you did it, being Cat Grant's assistant for how long you did, then taking the time to help me and always being so respectful. I wish I had returned the favor before...I turned on..everyone. I really never meant for any of this to happen. Nothing has been easy since..I chose to follow, to join, who I did.
Things got a lot stranger when memories that I had, but hadn't remembered, were I guess..forming together. I realized I got a second chance with my Mom. I didn't have that before. My Father, this time, he had been killed in the line of duty, in Puru. It wasn't like that with...our..'other' Earth? This time, I saw Mr Luthor again. He was smiling and laughing and drunk and laughed again that he was the greatest genius and now he was a god because he changed everything on this Earth, so HE was the hero. Then..everything went black. I don't remember anything until I...woke up and..
Navigator: Take a moment. Whenever you're ready to continue we will.
Foreteller: No. I NEED to do this. I..I trusted the wrong team, Kara. I didn't realize the one I chose, would be the one that would light the match. Oh, if only! One flicked it, the match, and when I was..I was already on fire, it was like..the other Luthor threw some high octane, 'need for speed' NOS or some kinda lighter fluid on me! It was..so the pain..it would..wouldn't be, couldn't be put out. Like I couldn't..there wasn't some small..or sliver of any chance to let me breathe. Lex, NOT Mr Luthor, played the victim really well, but..he was outplayed. He got played by the gamemaster. Truth is...Kara, I don't care what happens to me anymore.
The gamemaster, masters WAS Leviathan. It was Lex that had me play his sister. Then, somehow, once more, by SOME fate..shame on me. Shame on any of us. I believed..to believe that a Luthor could ACTUALLY be good. Let me..play something. It might sound weird since it is through well...it's from my cheap recorder. Kara..I..I'm sorry. Here:
*** * *CONFESSION:
Not sure what day it is in September, but I don't have much time. At LEAST..I'm not doped up right now. Okay. I can do this. Professional Eve. Let's do this. For a record may this tape be given to the Reporter at CATCO, Kara Danvers and NO other. If need be, provide a representative in my absence at my request.
As a continuance of a prior recording. :Lex Luthor had manipulated, trained and brainwashed the one called Red Daughter. He knew our President, at the time, that the two of them went to school together. The long game, as he called it. He had a corporation outside of Cadmus, the DEO and even Pentagon's 'dark room' agency, where experiments were done on humans, aliens and meta-humans. What you and Ms. Luthor had found in Kasnia, was NOTHING compared to what a couple files on here hold. Lena Luthor, had her memories intact due to Lex, from Crisis. When he showed up ready to play her...AGAIN, she asked why she remembered and when he actually told her the truth, she was ready. She had two mind-altered people unload two clips each on his body, after she had shot him once in the leg, most likely the femoral artery. A third was sent to a specific location and it was my hand, my finger, that pulled the trigger Kara. I'm...I'm so...so sorry Kara. Please tell your sister I will….accept the punishment she wants to give. Needs to give.
I don't know when, maybe when I was on the run, did I get caught then or not but...I woke up in some patient room but with a force field blocking my exit. I was in Ms. Luthor's lab. Once more, a Luthor tricked me. I'm stupid, I really am. I offered to help, but she used this...AI she calls 'Hope' to link to my brain. I didn't stand a chance Kara. This thing invaded my mind, my body before I could scream. I was trapped in my own head, silenced and paralyzed, watching and hearing what Hope was using me for, what Ms Luthor was using Hope for. They would let me come to, but only for Ms Luthor to ENJOY what my reactions were. She would show footage of when I'd be using the portal watch to go into your room and inject something with some twisted tranquilizer gun thing into your skull twice. Then it would be twenty minutes or so, she would set off the tone in the little speaker under your bed. It would make your eyes open but they would be glowing bright green. Then Hope, then I. I'd tell you to tell me about the Phantom Zone. I'd tell you to tell me your fears. What happened to you there. What made you sad or angry, scared or numb. Worse, subjective messaging was used on you. I think Hope and Ms Luthor figured out a way to not only drug you but use nanites, nanobots on you.
She learned about inception, from her time with the trapped Martian that is the brother of the one you know. She used him too. She used what she'd learned from him ON him. She used it on your Sister. I know some of the subjective messaging had been triggered into her brain too. Any access she could get to either of you, she used. This isn't the worst and once more, forgive me and if not, please just find my Mom and keep her safe. She can't know what the monster her daughter turned into, has done. She can't know, her daughter..is a killer. But what she can know, what you deserve to know Kara, is the truth. I had joined Leviathan to save my Mom, this time around. Ms Luthor had told me that Leviathan was going to kill her. She said it like someone who actually gave a crap! She told Hope to go and protect my Mom. As some show of good faith. Yeah right. She told me there is a man that is going to kill your Mother. She made it sound, Hope made it sound, like they were going to protect my Mom, from..this stranger. I didn't think Hope knew who it was. Maybe she did, but just like that, it was black out time again. I didn't fight Hope this time. It was for my Mom! But...I did fight. I lost but I fought. I came to, in my body and lucid with the gun in my hand. She told her to exit me for two solid human hours. Kara..
Ms Luthor told me that Hope had to do it and that now that I know the truth, she would make sure my Mom was safe. From the man and Leviathan. She said Leviathan would never come to the planet again. I don't know what she meant but then she tapped something on her keyboard and it brought up the picture of the man that Hope not only killed, but actually hacked up the body of. He was still alive when she did it. Then she smiled and it was the same one Lex gave, when I found out he'd used me for something horrible. As if killing a man, while alive and tortured wasn't bad enough, it was when the info on him showed up next to his picture that I felt like I was the one that had died in that way. She then hit ANOTHER button and two pictures popped up, both of the same woman but in different looks. Then the third and it was then she told Hope to put me to bed. I screamed, I cried and fought but it did me no good. So when she had to have Hope removed from me and they both believed my spirit had been broken, I used Morse Code and reached out to someone I knew that knew someone from one of those photos.
I told her..I said..I would take whatever sentence was to be issued. I would never disagree with the choice. I deserve a slow death. Kara, I have two files here I hope make their way to you. Experiments were done on you AND your Sister. Have someone..scan me. Scan my body inside my body and out. Please, have the same done for you and...Alex right? Someone you trust...COMPLETELY trust! Have your friends, your team, examine everything you own that has technology attached to it. It makes me SICK that what she would call that horrid artificial monster is what you inspire. Please make sure they are laid to rest the right way.
Catherine Jane Grant
Jeremiah Lucas Danvers
Elizabeth Janet Kane
Please, make sure..they get a proper service and burial.
** End of Recording - September
Foreteller: Waste..ughhhh going to..
Navigator: We are ending this recording. If need be, we will send a second session. This is Dr. Evelyn Rhyme with Eve Teschmacher. Session File - E. 4. T. G. 4. 4. 0. 0. 1. 9. L
*** * * End of Session - E4TG440019L
Before anyone could stop her, Alexandra Lorelie Danvers had TWO guns aimed, cranked and UNLEASHING the wrath, the roar that her throat beckoned on. No one dared to interfere, instead HOPING the two weapons of 'Massive Mayhem of a Madman' or should it be known, 'Mad MISTRESS' itching to take out an aggression or four..dozen in the process, would malfunction before it wasn't just a simple five inches to the side of the monitor's frame where the wall took the brute of a gap and hole burning into the gravest warning for anyone strolling by. They did run down into the emptiness of necessary charging time, only to both meet the floor with quite the thunk.
"A..Alex." Sam was either the bravest or stupidest being on the planet, solar system or hell galaxy, or..she was JUST what was..
"Rrrrrr.." This time, it wasn't Danvers' 'raging bull' but something so far beyond that which she could ever conjure up inside of her and that terrified the hell out of her, so much so, that she actually took a step backwards. "...rrrrrrrgghh…" She wasn't the ONLY one to reverse their steps. "...arrrrrghh.."
"Sa...Sam. I..he...help." She barely forced the syllables out right, when a hand grabbed one of hers and they clenched the others for dear life. "Kel..Kelly..?" She felt the force of her friend's strength and furthermore the momentum to pull her away and fast. NOT. Fast. Enough. It...unleashed.
"Kell..y?" She gave it a try, trial by error more like it, or by combat, either way..useless. It had both shivering now, with a whole other version of not nervousness, not fear or maybe both. Either way that teetering edge the Psychologist once resorted to, to help her through the TOUGHEST of times…? It was gone.
"GHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" The monstrous ROAR broke through! Grade, bloody, A, 'SAW' idealized FURY rendered even..the DEVIL running for cover.
This? THIS was...YEARS of doubt in herself for the loss of her first love and the actions that led to it. TERRORS the night plagued her with. This was a total RECALL to the extremes! EVERY shot rang out. EVERY scream of pain. EVERY reminder with crimson stained hands. EVERY emotion uncoiled. THIS? THIS?
The beast inside her growled, snarled and howled and FINALLY broke free of chains after chains, meant to lock in the self restraint and NEVER let it out. Link, upon link stretched then snapped. VENGEANCE roared. HATRED roared. Death? Even DEATH feared what was coming. Calm now. Clear. Calculated. Kelly opened her orbs nearly solid black from where their aim was destined for and JUST...pointed. The monitor revealed what set her off INTO the deepest end. This was only ONE entry. Only ONE of faaaarrr TOO many!
*** REVELATIONS Unveiled: Lena's intoxicated BLISSFUL enjoyment
*File One: Formulas & Nanobot - Inject and Subject. Drugs on Kara and slowly on Alex. Blood draws on Alex. Tissue and follicle samples on Kara. Figure out a tech to connect to their comms. Code their phones, tablets and computers with a program to cloak what they have there, but disrupt it and use phones for suggestive rewire of their conscious flashbacks from nightmares.
*File Two: Dreamscape & Nightmares - Abandonment and Phantom Zone. Projected nightmares through her program. Making the Kryptonian believe over and over she is going to go back to Phantom Zone. She will be rescued to be abandoned. Saved to be betrayed. Strengthened to be weakened. Finally, given over to the Phantoms without being able to run from both her legs broken and no powers there. When she wakes up, she will still feel as if she's trapped, fractured and hurt so bad she can't even move. All the while being recorded in the simulated Phantom Zone chamber with cloned phantoms. Three times a week and when she wakes up, she will be home but not remember what has happened. Her concentration on things will start to lack. She'll be hurt in missions or be worn down. She will be so exhausted during Sisters Nights she'd fall asleep on Alex. Alex will run tests and find nothing. She'll have everyone on it, including asking me for help. I would install a program into Alex's phone and use a projected recording, like a hypnotic frequency injection of suggestive messaging. Alex will come to me more. I'll gain her trust and when she finds herself dozing off, it's from the drug I've given her. We use the same program on her. She sees her sister trapped in hell and then she hears
"Alex, you promised! Why did you let them take me?! You promised I'd never go back here! Alex, why didn't you stop them?!"
When Alex wakes up, she'd be in shambles. Not just in my lab but at work, at home or even at her sister's place or J'onn's. Then JUST like that, I'd stop what I was doing. Won't matter. Round and round Alex's resistances will go. Dosing a little more. She'll feel torn. She will come for a drink. Make it a regular. Buy the best scotch. Get her to confess what she hid, before her sister found out where she worked. Flip the course. Get her to enjoy it. No more shame. She was free. No powers. Hidden identity. Send her back in through frequency channels. Have her be the one to send her back to the cruelty of silent hell, the Phantom Zone. Make her feel regret and let it break her. She's free but she'll feel worthless and like the monster she is. Round and round. Finally, Supergirl is dead in her mind. It's her fault. Sensory reduction by her own choice. Lack of energy. Dark habits die hard. They've already been messed with just enough to cripple their psychees.
*** * * E # 57
AD Trial # 57: Successfully administered 2.4 cc of K70-gD without adverse effect. Vitals stabilized at ⅓ intravenous dosage. .003 S-K IV, at 1.6 min. L-993-DAL at .0017 into Vite H. Twice in L. Add 2 per D SOL. Increased Nano by 1.07 without adding further SOL. Subject reflex, JuH-3. Reflex moduom under standard rate. Subject enters paralysis at .25 sec into DAL.
KZ Trial # 57: Reduct 1.3 cc from Trial 21 without adverse effect. Site FF 440 and K-Byte doubled. Sodiokrone 17 used versus K-Byte 7. Silver Kryte .07 cc. Sense Dep at 2 min approx. 4th Trial with both subjects placed into MyriaSync at acute minutes.
PZ: subject A degraded stamina after clone 5 entered harbor. Temp regress after clone 3 latches to AD. Sense Dep for KZ. Neither aware of the other's presence. Add clone 6 and 7 to KZ chamber. Increase by 2 mins while in PZ capsule. Reduce AD tank to 2 clones. Increase volume by 3. Reduct O2 by 4.22. Drain ¼ volume in tank, dropping gage by 3. Inject nanobot at 35 sec in.
PZ AD Trial: 2 Hrs, 43 Min
PZ KZ Trial: 5 Hrs, 11 Min
*********Chart Lockdown Four-Leaves
Silence, the sound of NOTHING but silence. Before anyone could speak, could dare to even breathe, two sets of boots found their own silence in steps halted, where everyone found their hues landing. Two women.
"Bring.." TWO sets of glowing orbs. The first subsided to reveal greens, more blue, though fierce and solid in their stare, while bearing the crest known to those on Earth and beyond. In her battle attire, the same as Alura wore when she helped with the World Killers.
"..her.." The second? They grazed over one after the other after the other, until landing where her daughter's own flickered to the specific direction they were intended. The blues in Thara's eyes registered that strength to whom she stepped forward to meet but demand, with an authoritative manner, knowing there was a mutual understanding here, with this..Alex Danvers.
"..TO Me!" Both Kryptonians spoke with one voice as they stood before them, rippling with the power they radiated by their presence. Parker's request to Sara Lance had been acknowledged, met and delivered on. Ohhh Justice, HAS arrived._