Epilogue

Dr. Hamilton carefully checked his appearance in the small mirror he kept in his office. It was important to look his best, to put forward the best opinion he could manage. At best, he would come off as the kind, fatherly sort of man. He needed the influence that position could give.

He walked down the hall from his office, pulled out a key ring and carefully selected the one that had a faint green glow. A key crafted from kryptonite, who would have guessed it was possible? The sheer amount of kryptonite collected from the site of what he now knew to be Kara's spaceship gave him enough leeway to commission a key and lock system for the holding cell for his latest subject. He felt the tumbler of the lock shift with a satisfying click as he opened the door.

Sitting on the bed in front of him, with a happy expression, was a mirror image of Kara, although this woman was dressed in blue scrubs, like a patient in a hospital. Her entire body seemed to shake, as if she was an excited puppy.

"Hello Doctor Hamilton!" her enthusiasm was contagious.

"Hello, Karen!" The good doctor returned, pulling a chair up to sit directly opposite her, "How are we feeling this morning?"

"Just wonderful! More than ready for training!" She reported it with the eagerness of a dutifully brainwashed soldier. Doctor Hamilton smiled to himself as he checked her vitals; ever since she had somehow appeared in the room beside Kara after the procedure, he had kept a careful eye on her development. Months had passed, and with every 'Lois Lane Exclusive' interview, 'Supergirl' grew in popularity; but with every conquest of Kara's, Karen had grown, demonstrating strength that beat even Superman's record highs.

Yet Karen held a need, an absolute thirst for blood that Dr. Hamilton had never seen before. She wanted nothing more than to fight, pillage, and destroy everything—a desire Hamilton had, thankfully, caught early; instead of eliminating it, however, he nurtured it, teaching her how to channel and control the bloodthirst into the destruction of objects he called for. She followed his word to the letter, eager to please the man who allowed her to destroy so freely.

As Dr. Hamilton led her to the training chamber for another long day of training, he felt his heart soar at the thought that he finally had the weapon he, and Project Cadmus had searched for, for so long.

Karen was his key to finally ridding the world of Superman.

Kara's P.O.V.

I remember the dream clearly, despite how strange it was. I was floating above Metropolis, admiring the deep violet sky, and pinkish-green buildings when I heard someone call my name. I flew through the city, trying to find the person who had summoned me, when I was somehow pulled to the Daily Planet.

Standing on the center of the roof, where I had given my interview to Lois just months earlier, with Clark by my side, stood the boy from my memories. He had messy ginger hair and a thick layer of freckles covering his cheeks. Clark had told me later that his name was Jimmy, and that he was the nephew and errand boy of Perry. He was actually considered a close friend of Superman, although Jimmy evidently hadn't figured out the connection between his Uncle's coworker and the Man of Steel as Lois had.

"Jimmy?" I asked when I landed, "Did you call me?"

He looked down, as if surprised that I called him Jimmy. "Oh, would you look at that," he seemed to be talking to himself, "That's interesting. Anyway," he shook his head and looked at me. Something had changed, his eyes were purple. "I came to tell you, be ready."

"Ready?" I crossed my arms, "For what?"

"I can't tell you yet," he said; his voice seemed different too, as if it didn't fully fit his body. It wasn't the voice I remembered. "But you need a warning. If you aren't vigilant, it will be worse for you."

"Ok," I said slowly; he was seriously freaking me out.

"Look," he cut to the point, aware of my skepticism, "It will be called the Pandora Principle."

I felt a cold wind blow over me, punctuating his words.

"What is that?"

"You'll find out here soon, in the coming years. Once you figure it out, you'll understand the implications. But for now, grasp this: Conner was supposed to be a weapon against you. You took the weapon away from them and left a void."

"So, isn't that a good thing?"

'Jimmy' shook his head, although he was still smiling, "No, you left a void, Kara. Once you know the Principle, you'll understand."

"Why can't you just tell me?" I was inches away from pummeling this boy.

"Because," his image started to blink, shifting into someone else; his red hair became blond, and his pale freckled skin became green. "That would be breaking the rules."

"Who are you?" I found myself stepping forward, instead of running away the way a strong part of me was encouraging me.

"Someone from your future. Don't worry," he smiled and huge cracks suddenly ran through the scene around me, causing everything, including me, to fall away. I looked back up to where he remained standing on nothing, and his words echoed around me.

"You'll see."

*The End…almost*

Thank you so much for reading my story!

As I said at the beginning, this story is only part of a multi-story series, which started with my other work, Memoirs of a Batgirl. If you were at all intrigued by the ending of this story, I highly suggest you read the other Memoir, and look for the next installment, Memoirs of a Wondergirl, which will focus on the other character featured in this story, Cassie Sandsmark. I sincerely hope you read Batgirl and Wondergirl, as I am dedicated to getting this story out. It has quite the future ahead of it (as this ending might have suggested), and there are still many chapters to come until it is finally completed.

I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Thanks again!

Rubelle