Chapter 2: Pilot part 2
A/N: I want to start off by thanking all the people who have read the first part of the pilot. I can't believe I got more than ten followers on the first day! Thank you all so much I appreciate it. To Silver Vivi I and the rest who have decided to keep up with The Blur. You wanted more of Vigilante's Arise? You got it, Enjoy.
Kara sped across the extraordinary long walk road of the Great Wall of China. To her, it was merely a jog from one end of the block to the stop sign and she stopped as soon as she reached the eastern end that led out to the sea and ocean. The women sat down with her knees crossed and folded the tails of her coat behind her so she wouldn't blankly sit on them. The sun had started to come up from the misty horizon and Kara took in the glowing scene like as if it what one of the first things she had ever come across in her life.
For the last few minutes that felt like hours Kara had ran all over the globe at hypersonic speeds. She zoomed though famous landmarks, seas, Mountains, cities, and at one point she even blasted straight through the remote regions of The Bermunda Triangle. What she found funny during that little skit was she could've sworn that out in the distance of the grave waters was a floating blue police public call box that made an awful and irritating grinding gear noise but Kara had already left the triangle before she could here anymore.
She steered her body to where she headed straight up the globe to touch the North polar ice cap followed by tearing through the continent of Asia and the Indian Ocean to touch the very center of Antarctica. Kara settled her sights on the Great Wall and here she was now in self thinking about the events that happened during the night, at the moment it was practically morning considering she was on the eastern side of the planet and the new world was still covered in the blanket of the night at this exact time.
Despite the close call she had almost dealt with Kara reacted the only way she could which was closing her eyes and taking in deep calm breaths. They were gone. Well not truly gone but she was safe. As long as she was literally on the run she knew that she could never be apprehended by whatever secret organization or cult that was officially after her. A clear conscious is what she needed, not a panic attack and the start of what ifs. After all, she did have a job to attend to the next morning on the other side of Earth. She will have to discuss this topic with Winn if she ever got the chance but for now, the Kryptonian meditated using her ancestry tactics and bonded with the calm atmosphere around her.
After several hours of relaxing Kara finally stood up from her spot not once feeling sore or cramped from the sitting position she held for all of a hundred and sixty minutes. She adjusted her coat over her chest and shoulders loving the feeling of the soft cool material between her manicured hands. The Kryptonian let out a long sign and smiled a beautiful black lipped smile before finding herself running back to her apartment in National City, which was thousands of miles away from where she once stood.
The now meek typical looking Kara Danvers stood alone in the elevator that led to the top business floor of CatCo media Worldwide, she stood shyly slouched in her pink cotton shirt with brown pants and work shoes with her work bag in one hand and her boss's latte and snack lunch in the other. The topic she had been thinking about all morning was itching at her scalp and the young women just couldn't keep it off her mind. During their day off yesterday Winn and Kara had exchanged numbers so that they could keep in contact outside of work and he greeted her early around seven today with a good morning followed by asking her if she had come up with a name to go with her vigilante alter ego that she recently had taken up.
Kara had responded with many lol's along with laugh out loud emojis followed by a long message explaining to Winn how there was no point in naming herself something if she wasn't a superhero and reminded him that if she were to go back to patrolling the streets whether it be night or day then she'd have to stick with what she intended, which was being anonymous.
Winn did seem kind of bummed via text but overall respected her decision. They spent the next half hour chatting over how life was treating them before the two officially started getting ready for work and looking forward to the long day ahead of them with Kara completely forgetting to tell him about the fiasco that she endured the night before.
Winn's question however, still seemed to pick at Kara's brain as she was approaching her destination. Was he right? Should she have come up with some kind of codename for herself? She did after all picked out the design on how her dark suit would look but not once did it ever occur for her to have a name other than her two legal titles from Krypton and Earth. The more she thought the more questions kept popping up and Kara had decided to forget about it. She wasn't her cousin. She would stay true to her intentions and remain where she said she would amongst society. Her self-proclaimed vows and commitments were interrupted by the ring in her back pocket. The Kryptonian put her bag down being extra careful with Miss. Grant's beverage and meal to reach for her phone. The message on her lock screen was enough to almost make her heart skip a beat.
"U seen the news before coming? No? U r in for a shock." The text sentence from Winn was finished with three lined up scared face emojis with their hands to their cheeks.
Knowing now that she was in for a big surprise Kara put her phone away and picked up her work bag from the clean elevator floor, putting on her best courage face before the white metallic doors opened as if on cue.
When she stepped in she noticed almost everyone on the floor was staring at the big screen next to the elevator, their faces were complete mixtures of astonished, doubtful, and surprised. With curiosity killing the cat Kara quickly walked towards the group to see what the news was all about, she nearly dropped the sacred latte, food, and bag upon bestowing her eyes to the sight.
The giant flat screen displayed multiple photos of what appeared to be a colossal burn mark on the side of a brick alley way in National City. Some of the pictures were taken from high definition cameras while others were taken from mere smart phones and camcorders. Even an amateur video was played by the point of view camera of a parkour runner who stopped with a faint whoa upon seeing the giant mark. The mark itself to everyone's surprise including Kara's was indeed something to be aweing at. On the wall were two sharply drawn triangles that were put together and tilted to the side at ninety degrees followed by a long jagged dash that ran down almost near the middle of the two twin markings. In the end the whole room knew exactly what it almost resembled, a capitalized "B". The news reporter spoke first before anyone could so much as drop a pin.
"People have been passing by this region of town all morning to get a glimpse at this huge brand that has been marked on the side of this abandoned storage facility located on 1200 Milton street. We can only assumed that this was the work of the still mysterious entity responsible for aiding the rescue of flight 237 and of course leave it to media magnate Cat Grant to put a name to the "thing". Miss Grant has officially dubbed National City's unseen entity and potential vigilante, "The Blur", and if Twitter is any indicator. The name appears to be catching on."
Kara was shaking at this point in the small crowd. She could not believe what she was hearing. First she just now noticed thanks to the news that the night she ran down that building in the alley resulted in her unintentionally writing the styled "B" and now her boss had given her a name when she had been arguing with herself about the topic all morning. At this point the Kryptonian wanted to speed out of the very building to go back to the Great Wall, wishing that she had never left that happy zone in the first place. Ignoring the glances she got Kara made her way towards the older women's office
"The Blur?!" the young alien set down the cup holder and practically tossed her bag to the floor.
"We can't name it that." The girl suddenly froze when the aging beauty slowly turned around from her expensive recliner.
"We didn't."
"Right, I'm sorry. It's just uh…I don't want to minimize the importance of this." the women simply ignored the paranoid stutters of her assistant and geared her eyes down to her paper work.
"An elusive entity, shouldn't it not have any sort of title in the first place?" she asked with uncertain.
"I'm sorry darling I just can't hear you over the loud color of your cheap pants."
"If we call it The Blur, something that someone would use out of a long running WB turned CW show. Doesn't that make us so unoriginal and had no choice but to scoop the barrel." The Queen of all Media finally looked up, clearly knowing that her assistant wasn't going to stop rambling until she got a direct answer.
"Is it supposed to be some kinda Hero?"
"I am the Hero." Kara nearly gulped as her boss finally spoke up.
"I stuck a label on the side of this thing. I branded it. It will be forever linked to CatCo, to the tribune, to me. And what do you think is so bad about The Blur?" she stood from her busy desk.
"It is what we see isn't it?" the media mogul walked around the next while waving her arms with a sass.
"Not to mention I'm powerful, and rich, and hot and smart. So if you perceive "The Blur" as anything off some fictional underappreciated show isn't the real problem you?" Kara could not find any word to say in her defense.
"And if you're so smart Kiera. Could you please give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire?" the young one of the two was close to falling down to her knees in order to get back into her boss's good spirits but the whole plan was interrupted by none other than James Olson.
"I printed it. And it's even in a higher resolution than you'd hope for."
"James." Cat said calmly while struggling to keep her cool.
"You are in the middle of interrupting a very craftily worded termination." She waved her hand however in order for him to continue.
"Kara wanted to surprise you but she had a teller friend that works at West National City Bank." There was an awkward pause followed by the confused look on the CEO's face.
"The branch that got robbed." He stated while bending his head towards Kara.
"Right… right I went there. You know it took me awhile to park my car in the streets the one way streets are so confusing-you tell it so much better." She concluded upon realizing that she was rambling on.
"Kara convinced her source to allow us to use a photograph that she captured." That being said the man approached his boss with a blue manila folder and revealed the photo inside, stunning Cat Grant herself as she rose slowly from her chair that she had sat on once again. The photo was absolutely majestic. It had the high detailed resolution that James had stated with the police cars clearly seen in the back ground but what mostly caught the older women's eye was the long black streak that looked like as it was coming from behind the cars and straight towards the camera. It wasn't exactly what she expected but she wasn't disappointed either. She outstretched her hand and took the folder as if she was handling the most expensive diamond in the world.
"You got a depicted image of The Blur?" she put down the folder to stare into her assistant's gaze.
"Kiera, if you can't take credit for doing something well you are going to be at the bottom of the pile forever" Kara bowed her head in understanding.
"But Mazel Tov, you bought yourself another day. And by the way, that manicure is so not your color." As if on cue both Kara and James left the CEO's office, leaving the women to worship one of her now prized possessions.
"I was handling the situation."
"Oh yeah what was your plan? To get yelled at and fired cuz that was working." Kara quickly counted that statement.
"I don't need you or anyone else fighting my battles for me…" it was all a traumatic rush and Kara's ears began to ring so loud she almost fell to the floor.
"I am communicating at 50,000 hertz. If you can hear this you are not born as Earth."
Kara squint her eyes and ignored the unknown question that James had asked.
"Painful…isn't it? The humans of National City will suffer 10 times this pain if you don't face me. Meet me at the National City power plant. How many innocent people are going to die until you prove that you are not a moving coward, child of Alura?"
The mention of her biological mother's name was enough for her to grit her teeth and get the adrenaline going as she made her way to the electrical wiring and pipes near the restricted areas outside the building and with a determined scowl, Kara sped from the door with nothing in her wake but a loud whoosh.
She arrived to her apartment in under seconds and climbed through the window that she left unlocked to go to her closet. When she switched the light on she bonded with what greeted her. Her dark clothing and coat were hung like a one piece suit except for the boots. The alien slowly walked up to the attire and spoke to it in a soft whisper.
"Well my friend, let's do this." she grabbed the shoulder of the hanging coat and in the blink of an eye, the light in the closet shut off with a black blur speeding across the complex before dashing out of the apartment via window. The black lip stick that now lied on the kitchen table was open as if someone had just used it.
Vartox was never going to admit it but he was most definitely impressed from where he stood in hiding. He didn't expect for the Kryptonian to arrive so quick. He had sent the transmission from the disguised trailer which so happened to be his home and base not too long ago and now here it was, the child of the Judge who had condoned him to Fort Rozz. It took every ounce of strength for him to not snarl as he peeked over the edge of the large water tank he stood on. A female, the pathetic exuse of an El was a female.
"Clever, picking a spot lined with lead." He watched as she stopped walking and stood still.
"But I can still hear your heart beat." Growing the urge to take her life this very second the humanoid leaped from his perch and brought his fist together over his head in order to smash the welch into the concrete but to his disappointment, she vanished from where she stood and his powerful limbs ended up breaking and cracking the very ground instead. He growled upon realizing she no "it" had used its superior speed to avoid his ambush. He looked around daring for the female to face him.
"On my planet, females bow before males." He heard a loud whoosh behind him followed by the cold remark of the speedster.
"This is not your planet." He didn't even bother on trying to move due to the fact that the moment he blinked she was already in front of him, with the tails of her coat slightly moving from the air that passed through them.
"You look like Alura despite your dark attire and the lack of your so called honorable crest."
"How do you know my Mother's name?" her black nailed fingers tightened around her palms.
"You don't easily forget the name of the women who condemned you to prison." He spat with venom in his voice.
"I beg your pardon?" she raised an eyebrow.
"You are as worthless as you are smart less. She was our Judge, our jailer. Can't kill her, so killing you will have to do." He noticed that the dark dressed women wasn't fazed by his insult and instead curved her lips into a challenging smile.
"Try to keep up."
She became a streak in his eyes and before he knew it, he was sent smashing through a half constructed brick wall. He stood up covered in ground powder but overall unfazed. And he welcomed her assault when she came around the corner while slowly walking.
She raised her hands and bended her fingers telling him to bring it and the skull protruding alien gracefully swung his mighty fist in her direction. Kara welcomed the speed time break and simply moved her head to the side considering his punch was coming at a snail's pace. She loosened her bond with the trance and the male now moved faster trying to deliver an upper cut from her dodge. To try to put an end to this Kara decided to officially join in combat with the brute and delivered two sickening punches to his face and torso only to find out the hard way that he could take her strength and delivered a blow to her abdomen followed by tossing her into the power plant building by the throat.
She picked herself up with her suit now looking a charcoal grey but she didn't have time to acknowledge her appearance when she looked up and noticed that he was coming down towards her with another move on trying to smash her into the filthy ground. Bonding with her prime she zoomed out of the way a good ten feet before standing up and gritting her teeth in irritation upon noticing the soot that got onto her shirt and coat. She took this short time to try and brush the heavy layers off first before gearing her attention back towards her unknown wannabe killer. If there is one thing she learned so far was that he was durable and strong like her, not to mention he was some kind of prisoner that her mom locked away and still managed to look middle aged to this day.
"You made a wise choice not to wear that symbol on your chest like him." He was mostly mad because she was the one to start the fight with the first hit. The women in front of him however stood still taking his insults.
"Fighting him would be an honor. Fighting you, it's just exercise." She gave him the same challenging lip smile.
"Then it's a good thing I'm not him. And I hope you like running." Fury blinded his berserker mind and he threw a powerful punch in her direction only for him to hit nothing in his wake. Vartox was clearly getting irritated when he realized that he couldn't stop her from moving faster than his eyes could predict. Tactical fighting and endured stamina was on his side while speed was on hers and this drove his rage to incredible rates.
"You actually think you can stop me? That you'd be able to stop any of us?" the taunt rolled off his tongue as he spoke throughout his surroundings.
"You sure as hell can't stop me so I don't know why you're bragging to boost your ego."
He never once noticed the blur that came behind him at unimaginable reflexes and just as he turned his head, he was met with a fist that had a severe combination of strength and momentum behind it. This was enough to send the savage killer straight through the roof and out of the dark facility they were in.
Upon crashing into the thick steel pipes outside Vartox quickly stood up from the wreckage and was met with the Kryptonian standing several feet ahead of him. In anger he pulled out his galactic axe and swung it in her direction, expecting for her to react as he wished.
Kara saw the weapon coming from a mile away and decided that since it was a mere metallic axe she would let it collide against her right bicep which seemed to be coming towards it. What a mistake that was. As soon as it passed her arm and cut right into it she yelled harshly in pain and stood in place shocked by the attack with her back turned to the enemy. Vartox used this as an opportunity to attack and he grabbed her by the throat followed by slamming her whole body into a nearby undamaged pipe that bent under the Kryptonian's durability.
"Now you know what it's like ta bleed, soon your whole city will bleed. Not exactly fast when you're in my grip." He spat while adding pressure to the black clad women's windpipe. Kara looked past his blue collared shoulder and noticed that a huge tank missile was heading their way. She menacingly smiled and unleashed a barrage of lighting fast punches to his face which slowly caused him to lose his grip on her throat. Determined to get the last laugh Kara mustered a huge amount of energy into her booted legs and hacked them into his abdomen. This resulted in him flying towards the missile and impacted it head on.
Kara would have celebrated her victory but was stopped by the sight of five military like choppers heading towards her in all directions. This could only lead to one conclusion. It was them again, they were here for her.
"Sir the prisoner of Fort Rozz is escaping but we have a clear visual on the main target are we clear to engage?"
Kara instinctively stood up ignoring the pain in her now torn coat and channeled her super hearing to hear what was coming from her wannabe capturers.
"Negative stand down, she'll be gone from this place before we know it. Commence plan B. Agent Danvers you're up."
The women's eyebrows raised in absolute shock upon thinking what she just heard, Agent Danvers? No, it couldn't be. It couldn't. There was no way in all-the universe that her beloved sister was with these power hungry humans. She was doomed to have a horrible day upon listening to what came next.
"Roger that sir, I will approach her with caution and discuss our plans of negotiation."
That one sentence was enough to strike a heavy nerve to the Kryptonian and Kara's lip began to quiver. Alex, her sister, was truly on their side. The betrayal, the deception, it all struck her harder than any fast speed she ever ran at. She looked at her blooded bicep and noticed that a rather sizable piece of metal from the axe was stuck in her flesh. The pain from this was nothing compared to what she had just learned about her sister so she stuck her black fingernails into the cut and tossed out the jagged piece of alien metal. When she couldn't hold the tears in any longer the speedster fled from the scene completely losing the urge to acknowledge that she had just avoided the military organization once again. Alex sighed when the loud whoosh sounded over the area before she could even leap out of the chopper closest to the ground. She managed to hear the surprised reaction from the pilot who whistled out loud.
"There goes The Blur."
The power plant was soon roamed by DEO agents and Director Hank Henshaw studied the destroyed surroundings around his feet. He walked towards the area where "The Blur" once stood and noticed the distinct piece of metal that stood flat on the shattered concrete. He placed examination gloves on both his hands and picked up the alien mineral.
"Would you look at that? She did help."
Kara sat crisscrossed on the sofa of her apartment. The room was dark and she had long since discarded her black attire, mostly because she had to get back to work the moment she took off from the power plant. Ever since she got home the alien was going through a mixture of emotions and confusions. The events from yesterday and today truly made her realize that she wasn't indestructible. The organization that her sister apparently worked for had those green darts that could actually make her nausea with an unbearable headache and whatever humanoid creature that she had faced several hours ago had an unknown metal axe that could actually cut her. She was glad to know that she had some kind of healing power because when she got home to check her wound. It was completely gone without a scar. Her lone time was disturbed by the sound of her door knocking.
"Kara it's me, can we talk?" for once the sound of her sister sent anger coursing through her very veins.
"I know you can see me" the eldest of the two had some nerve to be coming here thinking that nothing had happened throughout the day.
"I know what you're thinking, before you came to live with us…."
"GO AWAY." The adopted Danvers family member yelled causing Alex to tense rather gravely upon hearing her baby sister's rage. She however pushed through the lump that started to develop in her throat.
"Before you…"
"I SAID GO AWAY AND I SWEAR IF YOU TELL WHATEVER CULT OR SQUAD FORCE YOU ARE PART OF THAT I'M HERE I WILL BE GONE FROM THIS WORLD FASTER THAN YOU, MOM, DAD, AND EVEN KAL-EL CAN BLINK." the tears formed in the human's eyes and her knees all of a sudden became wobbly as she fell to the floor.
"Kara…." the women was starting to lose the battle with her conscious and guilt all of a sudden consumed her.
"GET OUT OF HERE, I can even look at you right now…" the lonely Kryptonian began to bawl at that last sentence. She buried her face into her pillow to stiffen her cries. The women on the other end of the door wanted to desperately break it down to comfort her sibling. But due to the mixtures of emotions they both were going through she decided otherwise.
"JUST PLEASE GO ALEX…FUCK PLEASE JUST LEAVE ME." Unable to handle the rejection any longer the sister who has always been depicted as the strong willed one of the two got up and ran in tears down the hall not caring that several people were giving her looks as some entered and left their complexes.
Kara had listened to her sister's footsteps growing faintly down the hall and she had immediately regretted everything she had just said. The women threw herself off the couch but didn't make it anywhere near the door due to the horrific words she had spewed to her one and only relative not counting Kal-El.
"Alex…Alex please, I need you…..I didn't mean it….I didn't mean it…don't leave me big sister…I LOVE YOU." she wailed into her hands wishing she could reverse time to redo everything. Redo the time where she just cursed at Alex. Redo the time before she ran off from the power plant. Redo the moment from where she was finally free of the Phantom Zone. There was no point being here at all. Her cousin has reached his prime and now guards this world like a guardian angel. She wasn't needed here by anyone. Take away her speed and what was she, nothing.
As if a call from Rao himself Kara heard something outside her window. Not focusing her super hearing the only thing that could he heard was metal scraping on metal followed by a whoosh that seemed to leave as quickly as it came. The women through blurred vision and tears worked up the strength to rise up off the floor and stuttered to the balcony hoping that it was the one person she most expected, Alex. To her dismay it wasn't her but what was left on the balcony surely caught her eye and she instantly knew exactly what the cylinder like stone was.
"Great Rao this is Kryptonese writing." She muttered through soft sniffles while picking up the tech piece from her now destroyed home world.
The women began to wonder who could've come to drop it here but soon yelped when the device she was holding began to glow a majestic blue. She quickly hurried back inside and set it down facing up on the counter table. She blinked her bloodshot eyes as a holographic crystal emerged from the middle and shined a beautiful aurora across the room. An imagine began to focus across the complex and Kara nearly fell to her knees when she saw the now clear image of Alura In-Ze dressed in majestic dark robes.
"Mom." She muttered proudly as the tears fell down her cheeks.
"Kara, my brave daughter." the image of the Kryptonian beauty stated with a smile.
"By now you have become the women I know you have grown to be. And though you were sent to Earth to protect young Kal-El, your destiny is not tied to his." The alien wiped her nose and eyes with the back of her hand but overall listened closely.
"There is no correct path in life…you will lose your way many times." There was a faint pause but Alura's image continued.
"What's important, is that you find your way back to the brave girl I have always known. Be brave, be strong, and always stay true to yourself." the projectile approached her closer and Kara didn't even dare to move, when her mother was directly in front of her she gave a loving stare before opening her mouth one last time.
"My infant, my child, my worthy successor, how I love you so much." It was all over as the image finally disappeared and Kara collapsed onto the couch in tears. But not in tears of sadness, but in tears of joy, she believed in her. Her mother truly believed in her. What was she thinking all along? She had to make things right. She had to be there for people like she said she would. Her destiny was not tied to Kal-El's but that didn't mean her own path was closed. In fact she was the one who opened it. Yes, Kara Zor-El had sworn a self-oath that she would take a stand but not in the same way as her cousin. She had pledged that she would be a beacon that people needed. She had committed to vigilantism and she would be damned if she decided to quit now.
Pushing through her bloodshot eyes Kara stood up with her shoulder's back and chest broad. She loved Alex. She loved her sister and she swore on her life that she would make amends later on but first things first, she needed to change.
She zoomed to the kitchen and opened the cabinet that contained utensils. She set her sights on the white chalk marker that was next to the ice cream scoop. After reading the label and grinning when it said it's was compatible on cotton Kara now found herself in her closet once again as she switched the light on. There it stood. The outfit in all its glory completely repaired and clean of any dirt, the Kryptonian walked towards it while unscrewing the cap off the marker, preparing to give it the final touch.
"Well my friend, let's do this."
She stood in the alley way where she had marked the wall the night she saved the plane. Her dark attire helped her blend in with the surroundings and she continued to admire the jagged styled "B" burnt into the bricks. If anyone was around they would've needed to keep their eyes open because the mysterious silhouette that once stood dead center between the buildings was gone with the shadows.
Kara stood at the top of the now closed CatCo building. Her boots were planted firmly at the top of the sign and her coat blew around her body like a pair of dark mythical wings. The newest and final add that she had made to her outfit was in fact the symbol on her chest but instead of an elegant red "s" it was a jagged letter "B" drawn in glow in the dark white chalk. The alien had just finished applying her lipstick that she had forgot at home and adjusted the eye liner around her lashes. Satisfied Kara pulled out her cell phone and commenced the first step of the plan that she hoped would make her successful tonight.
The text was done and she stood completely still. Focusing her hearing on her target which so happened to be the humanoid that tried to kill her earlier that day. She didn't know what he truly wanted and frankly she didn't understand the whole story completely but she hoped when this was all over. She would be getting some proper answers from her sister.
Alex walked into the DEO headquarters with her phone in hand. Her spirits were lifted when she received a long text from Kara and how she was apologizing for how she acted and that she will agree to an extend to talk to her and most likely the DEO and why they have been after her. Alex thanked her sister's God for making things right at the peak of the horrific climax. The bags from crying many hours ago were still visible on her face but the sadness was quickly leaving as she approached her superior officer, Hank Henshaw.
"Agent Danvers." He stared into her once sad stated gaze but quickly ignored it and noticed that she had a claim to make.
"What's on your mind?"
"I think she is going after Vartox." The man's face went from stern to grim.
"And you actually trust her in succeeding this time." He asked with complete skepticism
"There is no one I truly trust more sir. Like her cousin, she was sent here to help us." he countered her statement with another remark.
"By condoning vigilantism?" the director was met with a harsh look from his assistant.
"If you want any more of my help we are gonna let her. I believe its time I let my sister fly and be her own persona in this world." the two's conversation was interrupted by Agent Vasquez.
"I found Vartox. Sir….Mam." the director went into mission mode and approached the many monitors that were lined in order.
"The piece of metal that The Blur left behind, Vartox's axe has a unique thermos nuclear thumbprint. Satellites picked him up heading towards the city." Alex shook her head at the realization.
"He is probably ready to start a plan to kill millions of Humans." The director nodded his head at his assistant's remarks.
"Assemble a strike team to intersect."
"Sir we've got a bogey on the radar…and its coming in fast." Almost every agent in the main platform area heard Agent Vasquez's statement. They all turned their heads to see the many monitors that showed a small black streak heading straight towards Vartox's location. With a name that has been shown all over the social media entering their minds simultaneously as they spoke out.
"The Blur"
Vartox drove through the dark country road and still had many miles left before reaching the main establishments of the city. He was going to make the Kryptonian pay for his failed attempt to make her suffer. The unworthy El had gotten the best of him and left the fight delivering the most blows while he had to flee thanks to the DEO. His train of thought was shattered as a black figure stood dead center in the road and he couldn't slow-down in time causing him to crash straight into the object that had come out of nowhere. This resulted in him flying out of the now exploding vehicle and sliding across the pavement while scraping his clothes, his axe lied into the cement next to him.
When he looked up he saw the figure walking menacingly towards his direction was none other than the daughter of Alura in all her obsidian stature, the explosion from the gas tank causing her to look like a complete shadow in the fiery blaze.
"You never should have comeback for more." To his surprise she slowly charged at him head on and delivered several blows to his chest and face. Still dazed the women delivered a knee to his jaw which caused him to stumble back while holding the base of his chin. His head was back in the game when he realized that she decided to finally be a man and not use her speed to her advantage. He took this as an opportunity to catch a brute punch and sent her flying with a punch to her jaw causing her super hearing to go haywire.
"She's not strong enough."
"No, but she is fast enough." That last voice that ringed through her drums was indeed Alex. She must be under vigilance from the supposed captors that have taken an interest to her. Focusing back on the fight Kara hit the ground with her boots cracking the concrete and sped towards the brute at a speed unrecognizable to his eyes. With combined momentum Kara smashed her fist into his chest and sent Vartox into the ground while scraping layers of concrete with his back. She took this time to listen closely once again for Alex, sure enough she spoke.
"The metal in Vartox's axe is powered by a self-generating atomic charge reaching temperatures up to 2500 degrees."
"How does that help?"
"If it gets any hotter than that it will explode."
She figured if what her sister said was true then an idea suddenly formed in Kara's head as her opponent was getting up. Not wanting to waste zero time she stopped towards him and delivered a harsh uppercut to his face, throwing him on top of another slab of concrete. Channeling a vast portion of her energy into her prime the Kryptonian began unleashes barrages of super speed punches combined with her strength. Vartox literally never knew what hit him as punch after punch kept clouding his vision. The blows were getting harder as they got faster.
After delivering her barrage of fists for nearly half a minute Kara added the finishing touch by gripping his now bruised throat and packed all the brute force she had within her into one solid punch and this resulted in Vartox's nose producing a sickening crunch. She raised her coat sleeved arms into the air and brought them down towards his torso only for the humanoid to work up the surprising amount of strength he had left inside of him and brought his axe up horizontally to defend himself, what he didn't know was that this was his enemy's final gate way to his defeat.
The DEO grew silent upon hearing the next words that left Kara's mouth as they watched the battle rage on.
"Thank you Alex."
Mustering the stored solar energy inside of her the Kryptonian unleashed two projectile beams of concussive purple heat from her eyes and they struck the metal base of the once high and mighty bone skulled alien's axe. He watched as his beloved weapon began to burn under the over added intense heat but his cries of help were drown by the now howling roar of the speedster who was now gaining the upper hand as his prized possession was on the verge of exploding.
"This is why you were sent here. I believe that now. You are a worthy light in the darkness of National City. You are The Blur."
The axe finally erupted into pieces and the two aliens were sent back in opposite directions by the sheer force. Kara was the first to recover and her eyes were illuminated a synthetic purple as she walked slowly towards her fallen opponent. Vartox lied on the floor to his side, his clothes burnt and blood mingled his face.
"It's over."
"You think I'm the threat? You have no idea what's coming." He took a remaining piece of his axe and drove it into his heart. Committing suicide to escape so called justice and causing Kara to slightly cringe.
This however didn't stop her from quietly celebrating her victory. She looked all around her multiple times before dragging her fingers across her chest and breasts, admiring her newly adopted symbol. Her phone had managed to survive the brawl in her pocket and she pulled it out to read the message she had gotten from her sister.
"So proud of you, you did an amazing job today. I managed to convince my superior here to not track you down for the next couple of days. He figured you deserve it. It's going to take a while to tie things down here but we'd really like to introduce you to the DEO, Department of Extranormal Operations. I swear to you on my life that you will not be dissected or sedated if you were to come here. I'll see you in a couple days. I love you baby sister, never once abandon that feeling."
Kara smiled lovingly at the long message. She put her phone away and looked at her surroundings once again before zooming off into the city. The work of The Blur has been finished for the night.
She walked into her work place the next day already loving the feeling of just acting normal once again, especially when Winn mentioned some crazy event on his website about boxing and lizards along with the mention of calling themselves the super friends, in which Kara disagreed to.
When she dropped her boss's belonging at her desk she noticed James was waiting for the elevator so she went to greet him.
"Hey James!" the tall man turned around via shoulder slide and gave her a smile.
"Morning Kara, how's life treating you?" she shifted her shoulders and blabbered out like she usually did around her coworkers.
"Oh you know? Fine and all, not to mention last night was one of the busiest nights of my life."
"Oh, like fighting an axe wielding last night?" he stated as he entered the elevator.
"Meet me on the roof." The former photographer finished as she smiled when Kara was left jaw struck.
Upon meeting James on the helipad Kara gave him a playful frown while crossing her arms.
"You knew, this whole time. He told you." the dark man gave her an understanding look.
"He knew that I was trying to expand my horizons. So as a favor he asked me to expand them here in National City. Hang out and be near you." the women unfolded her arms.
"So he wanted me to do this? Why didn't he just tell me?"
"Because he wanted you to choose for yourself, the same way he did. He was surprised when he saw the news on what you officially became, a vigilante. And you even made your own symbol. She blushed at his praise but quickly overcame it.
"Here." He handed her the box he had been holding. She took it gracefully and didn't hesitate to open it. She pulled out the red fabric of unknown material and moved it between her fingers.
"It's the blanket he was wrapped in when he came here as a baby."
"Apparently this cape doesn't shred….not that you use a cape since you don't really fly and you must be dressed in dark colors to be seen as a dark Blur." She laughed at his remark but overall thanked him for her cousin's blanket. She will be keeping it somewhere safe. The sound of sirens filled the air as several police cars below were in hot pursuit of a robbed and armed eighteen wheeler. James gave Kara a cue look as she looked down to the streets.
"Don't you have a city to protect?" she looked back at him with determination.
Instead of answering him she sped from her spot and was completely out of his sight for a while before she reappeared again, this time in her all out "Blur" and dark contour uniform. He raised his brows in amazement but didn't have the time to comment on her look as he gave a semi slow blink and when he opened his eyes, all that was in Kara's wake was a whoosh.
I was sent here to protect my cousin. It turns out, he didn't need my protection.
She ran through the streets as quick as her name sake would give. She took to the skyscrapers and Cat Grant watched as the anonymous entity trailed up and down the structures faster than her aging eyes could predict.
But there is a whole planet full of people who do.
She stopped at the top of the National City Crystal Glass Tower and used her telescopic vision to see Winn staring at her from afar at the top of CatCo. A smile formed across her dark lips and she zoomed down the tower and headed in the direction towards the outskirts of the city, as she stared out into the world the women adjusted the collar on her coat before revealing the infamous "B" painted across her chest. Kara Zor-El became what she was to the world and disappeared with only Rao knowing she was there.
The world still has its renowned Hero but what most don't know is that it now has a vigilante. Now it has me. And who am I? I am what you see.
I am The Blur.
A/N: Phew, that's a rap. Once again thank you all so much who have read this story so far and I loved writing this and I look forward to seeing what I can due to make The Blur fit in season one of Supergirl. Have funn and don't forget to read and review if you can.