THREE

Wait a minute. It's Sunday not Friday.. (oops, sorry!)

I hope you guys enjoy the chapter! (It is now twelve hours before Lena's narrative at the very beginning of the story in case anyone was confused about the timings of this story!) :)

12 HOURS BEFORE

The two Kryptonians flew into the sky, trading punches with equal strength. Kara lunged at Reign her fist flying into the Worldkiller's face as the latter tumbles down. Indignation is plastered across Reign's face as she crashed into Kara who yelped in surprise.

They fell through the air: the wind penetrating their suits, the cold breeze whispering in their ears.

Kara could feel every punch that was delivered. Her face was throbbing and her punches were futile against Reign's evidently superior strength. Reign threw another powerful uppercut that sent Kara falling down with incredible speed.

Kara could barely register her surroundings; it was all a grey and black blur. All she could feel was excruciating pain radiating through her body. She tumbled further down until her eyes caught sight of the long winding river-like streets of National City. All of the innocent citizens gazing in horror as they watched their superhero limply shoot to the ground.

Reign flew after her, her hands poised for another punch that would surely send Kara into unconsciousness but with in Kara came newfound self-assurances as she gained her wits and stopped falling.

She blinked hard and clenched her knuckles tightly. Inside her mind she could hear Alex's reassuring voice – the calm voice that brought Kara assertiveness in times of danger. Kara Zor-El opened her eyes and gazed directly into those of Reign's.

As the Worldkiller brought her hand up to knock her down, Kara bent down, her fist swinging violently against the latter's waist which caused a gasp of pain to escape from Reign's mouth. With her opponent distracted Kara clapped her hands together with enormous amounts of force as sound waves emanated from them. Reign flew back her form vanishing into the inky-black of the night.

Kara flew after her, but she could feel something sticky running down the side of her face. In the depths of her mind she knew it was blood. Yet, she persisted and zoomed after Reign's falling form.

L Corp's Basement

Lena groggily opened her eyes, blackness dappling her vision. Her head throbbed as she shakily stood up. Her eyes planted on her charred basement: the computers were shattered, some laying on top of each other but others completely destroyed. The walls were marred as well with scorch marks streaked across.

Suddenly her mind flashed back to half an hour ago. The fight. Reign. No, she refused to call Sam that. She was Sam, not a Kryptonian tyrant.

Lena walked forward examining her desk and her eyes drifted to the gaping hole in the ceiling. Reign escaped.

She cursed. How could she be so foolish?

"No." Lena exclaimed, her hands briskly rummaging through the damage. It had to be okay, she thought, it is the only way to bring her back. A wave of fear crashed over her – had she lost it in all the commotion? Thankfully, under the toppled computer she found the black glimmering rock - the rock of Yuda Kal.

She sighed. Hastily stuffing the rock in her pocket she looked back at her razed basement. She was not dubious that the board would ask questions but she had no time for that. She had to save Sam.

Lena knew she couldn't save Sam in her demolished lab, so she ventured out of the door, heading toward the DEO compound that she had become all too familiar with.

DEO

Alex was nervous. She was biting her nails viciously as she could hear her sister's labored breathing through the communications.

The last time they had fought Kara was left in a coma. That had been the most terrifying time of her life watching her lifeless sister being wheeled into the DEO on a gurney – blood caking her beautiful face. Her heart had beating wildly, and it was now. Fear had become a permanent friend.

Suddenly an alarm blared. Alex whipped her head around to see Winn typing frantically on a computer. His face was contorted with worry. Alex pushed down the rapid questions that she so desperately wanted to ask.

Instead, with unerring grace and calm, she walked forward peering over the nerd's shoulder. "What is it, Winn?" she asked, her voice refusing to drown out the noises being heard in Kara's comms: there were grunts and gasps and an occasional sharp intake of breath. Alex prayed that her sister would persist.

Winn looked up, his eyes meeting Alex's. "I picked up a Kryptonite signature."

Alex's heart shattered. Fighting back terror she shakily asked: "Where?"

"At..." Winn hesitated, anxiety settling in - "At Kara's location."

Unknown

Two Kryptonians fighting was a spectacle. It was a show of power and determination, of purity and evil.

Kara was pure. But Sam was not. Sam had been plagued by the virus that was Reign, a virus that had snatched away her control – her life.

Therefore, no matter how much loathing Kara felt for the Worldkiller, she could not show any to her friend. That was why with each punch Kara felt reluctant to fight. Reluctant to hurt the shell of her friend – the body (not the mind) of her best friend whose heart was bigger than anyone could ever imagine.

Kara dove forward her fist flying at Reign's face. Reign caught it, and Kara's face was etched with surprise. Reign yanked her arm forward as Kara stumbled, before driving her knee into the Kryptonian's stomach. Kara gasped in pain, and before she knew it, blood erupted from her mouth.

Coughing relentlessly, she fell forward onto her knees bewildered. Wiping her mouth she stared in perplexion at her crimson hand but her ignorance was a folly mistake.

Reign cackled, grabbing Kara by the hair and slamming her head down onto the ground.

Agony exploded in her head as Kara clenched her teeth tightly. Darkness clouded her vision as Kara gasped trying to battle against the seemingly consoling unconsciousness that she wanted to avoid. "The Last Daughter of Krypton." Reign spoke, radiating evil.

Kara grunted, blinking hard to try to elude the anguish she felt. "Sam," she muttered as she stood shakily. However, she fell back to her knees, visibly in pain. "Don't do this. This...this is not you."

Reign couldn't care less. Behind her back was a concealed weapon. She brought it back as it eerily glowed green.

Kara's eyes widened as pain flooded her body as the darkness threatened to consume her once again. "How...?"
"I am impervious to your weakness, Kryptonian. I am more powerful than you. And you will die a criminal by the hands of justice!"

Kara gulped, her blue eyes watery as she pleaded with Reign. She stood again, as her heart beat wildly in her chest. A wave of fear crashed over her as it threatened to drown her. Kara brought her hand out, trying to reason with Reign – no, not Reign, Sam. Blood was dribbling from her mouth as she coughed once more.

"Please...don't. Sam. This isn't you. You're my best friend."

Reign let her Kryptonite dagger clatter to the floor. Images flooded her mind with in an instant: images of Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor as they cuddled together on the sofa, gleefully watching Netflix. These images were unfamiliar, but at the same time, they were cherished memories. Reign frowned, and Sam broke through.

"Kara?" one word was whispered out of Sam's mouth. "Oh my god."

Sam brought her trembling hands into her vision. They were caked with blood. Kara's blood. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god." She repeated continuously.

How could she do this to her friend? Kara?

Her eyes trained on Supergirl – no, Kara - in her marred uniform, her face far from the one that she had come to recognize as a friend. She had done this. She had hurt her friend.

Sam collapsed to the ground, tears streaking down her face as she wept. "I'm a monster." She said over and over again. Kara shook her head, crawling over to her friend, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"No, you're not. You're Samantha Arias. The best mother and friend anyone could wish for." Kara offered a smile, but Sam could not take her eyes off the blood.

"I hurt you. I hurt everyone." Sam stood up suddenly, pushing away from Kara. "I'm a monster!" she cried aloud. Reign was desperate to take control. Sam started to breathe abnormally as she clutched her head in agony. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" she screamed, her voice raw and hoarse, echoing in the barren landscape and quiet of the night. Her voice became timid -

"Get out of my head."

Kara moved forward, fret evident. "Sam?" she asked.

Sam looked up, her eyes watery.

"Help me."

TBC...