A/N: Hi, bet you're all surprised to see me, hun? It's been so long since I've updated, but with laziness, Thanksgiving, Black Friday, being sick with the flu for two weeks, Christmas shopping, Christmas, New years, and now my older sister having her 'friend' our honorary younger brother that we push around, despite the fact he's older than two of us being here. Then there's the constant headaches, which my parents suspect is from needing glasses, as ALL my family has them but me, Mom, Dad, Sister A, Sister B, Grandma, Uncle, the whole nine yards. With, now that I think about it, hasn't gone away yet, darnnit. Hey, I managed an entire chapter with a swearword, I think. Go Me!
Back to the point, I have a whole lot of excuses, but none you want to hear, and most of all it just amounts to generally laziness and a lack of inspiration strikes, which are SO not good enough, sorry. Anyways, this is short, kinda choppy, and definitely not my best work, but I finally forced it out after months of nothing.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, as always, or I would be putting out new episodes like no tomorrow (*snort* Yeah right, I can't even update this), or at least paying people to do it for me. I also don't own the song lyrics in here (yes, I seriously filled in lyrics in a stupid attempt to make this longer and help with inspiration), which I can only assume belong to the band who played it, which I think is Nickleback. Then song is called, quite obviously, If Today Was Your Last Day, and it's been stuck in my head for awhile now, so I put it in. I can't really see it having anything to do with this chapter in context, but screw it, I needed a filler.
A/N2: I would also like to apologize, since I don't think I've done this at all yet, for my near-constant swearing and crude language. It's just the way my whole family has talked around me for years, and while I'm trying, rather unsuccessfully, to break the habit, it is deeply ingrained. On Another note, if you like this fandom, check out my new C2, Speedsters, about the superspeed heroes/villains of both Marvel and DC. Now, finally, what you've all been waiting for... One with the show!
Supergirl lay back on the metal table, her hair spayed out around her head, staring into the bright light reflecting off the metal ceiling into her eyes. Her wrists were strapped down to the reinforced metal table with kryptonite laced cuffs, as were her ankles and neck, and she had taken to humming random snatches from songs she had heard around the base, whether from music players or people singing to themselves around the facility.
She knew what the words meant, the G-gnomes had downloaded various dictionaries, and after that, Thesaurus's' into her mind after she didn't understand the context for the information she had, but she wasn't given any miscellaneous information. No poems, or fictional books, in fact she had never actually seen a real book. So while she loved the music, thought it amazing someone had created it out of nothing but their own imagination, she had never seen the oceans, skies, fields, snow, forests and mountains music sang of. She had never really cared about anyone but herself, probably because all the sadistic scientists at Cadmus were the only people she'd ever met, and as such had never felt the emotions mentioned so often either. Never felt love, romantic or familial, never had a friend, let alone a best friend, or family. It didn't stop her from loving the music though.
"My best friend gave me, the best advice
He said each day's a gift, and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned,
Leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride
If today was your last day,
And tomorrow was too late
Would you say goodbye to yesterday
Would you live each moment like your last
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have
If today was your last day... " She sang under her breath, remembering the tune she had heard once, before the song was turned off. She had heard the same thing once after, same tune, same voice, but a different part of the song, she thought. If today was your last day , She thought it was called. Either way it was a nice song, and she wished she knew the rest of the words, even if she had no idea what it meant. Things like that weren't really put into her vocabulary.
She knew that the scientists who were in charge of keeping her in working order were preparing in another, adjoined, room, and that through a one way mirror on the other side of the large room was various supervisors and scientists, ready to watch her reactions to the procedures that were about to be performed on her. Despite this, she couldn't bring herself to care, though she stopped singing after getting a few looks from the staff, probably wondering how she knew the music, and while she felt the need to sing it while waiting to get cut open.
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Half an hour later:
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A scalpel had cut open her back once they flipped the table she was laying on. They tore through muscle and a dangerously thin layer of fat on her back, cut her open while she was awake and aware and screaming just for the heck of it, because though it hurt like hell, they had done worse, once they figured out how to instantly heal her, with a captured Meta-human they called Sana, which was Latin for 'Heal' if she wasn't mistaken. Then the 'doctors(ha, mad scientists more like)' placed an extremely high-tech tracker/listening device/controller in her, which would release a substance, one of two stored inside, at the push of a button from the higher-ups. Who they were, she had no idea, and no way OR need to find out at the moment.
The multi-device, as she had come to call it, having promptly 'forgotten' the ridiculous name of the gadget the moment she had over heard it, as there was no way they'd tell her what they were putting in her, only what it would to if she disobeyed enough that she had to be terminated, was currently being placed inside her back. They had chosen her back, right at a place that if she ever had an opportunity to, it would be insanely hard, if not impossible for her to get out on her own, becuase it was harder to detect and harder to get out. And even in the highly unlikely event she managed to get someone to help her take it out, it would automatically alert Cadmus to her location, and the last five thousand miles she had been the moment it left her skin, no matter what scramblers were out in place.
It would take a miracle to survive getting it out, also, since the second the tough capsule built into it detected a threat to itself, most specifically being removed from her body, it would release a small, yet lethal dose of liquid Kryptonite into her veins. If it detected a threat to itself through other means, such as dangerous blood loss levels, fading heartbeat, internal bleeding, brain damage, or something too close to her heart, it would act accordingly. Which basically meant, it would release a rationed amount of Sana's power, which could be stored in small, but powerful amounts once liquidized in a machine Cadmus had built. One drop would cure most potentially fatal injuries, replace lost blood, repair internal damage, fix broke bones, and she had about half a cup stored on her, half that in the Multi-device, the other half in her belt, though it was all specially calibrated to only work on her, so she couldn't save anyone else with it if she wanted.
It was implanted in her back, no bigger than the tip of her thumb, and infinitely more dangerous, even considering her formidable training and abilities. It would kill her if she tried to escape, or if she messed up enough, it would save her life should she be in true need, it would keep her chained to Cadmus, and to this half live of murder and torture. It was a truly depressing thought, but one she was going to become accustomed to. After all, she had no other choice.
"If today was your last day, and tomorrow was to late..." She sung under her breath. Then she slipped into unconsciousness, her throat sore from screaming.