Thanks to those of you who posted reviews. I really appreciate them. This story is not meant for youngsters as there is graphic violence, language, and realistic depictions of criminal behavior. This story was written as a request from Timberwolf73 on AOL who asked for a fic with Kara taken hostage and faced with the possibility of revealing her secret identity. Supergirl is owned by Warner Bros. and DC Comics ...I own nothing but the hostages and bad guys. Hope you enjoy!
Oliver Denning was not a nice man. At forty-eight years old, he spent well over half his life in prison serving one of thirteen life sentences. He had many more murders under his belt, both in and out of prison. He wasn't the product of a poor neighborhood, bad parents, or an unhappy childhood. Oliver Denning just didn't care. When he wanted something he took it, whether it was a cigarette or someone's life. He didn't care about consequences and, in prison, he didn't have to. There was always someone lower on the totem pole who would gladly take the fall for something he did. If they didn't, they died an unpleasant brutal death. He spent his years in prison lifting weights until he was solid muscle, honing his fighting skills, figuring out how to make the system work for him. Oliver didn't waste time watching television or reading up on current events. He hadn't for the past twenty-five years. Why should he? He had no chance of parole. His life was on the inside therefore his mind focused only there.
"I don't care if you don't have a direct line to Supergirl. Ask this bitch if I care!"
Kara heard the impact of a fist striking flesh and a woman's cry of pain. Damn it! I can't see where these guys are and if I move Oliver might shoot the woman.
"That's right. It's time you figure out a way of contacting Supergirl. I don't care how you do it. Just let her know there's a real man in town waiting to lift her skirt. Yes, you still have … let's see, about twenty-five minutes left. Guess you better get busy then."
Kara heard Oliver hang up the phone and the sound of his hostage slammed to the ground.
"You did real good there, bitch, but I don't like damaged goods." The woman cried out as she made contact with the greasy tiled floor. "You put your arms out like everyone else. That's a good bitch."
"Who is this Supergirl anyways?" Royce asked from another part of the kitchen.
"I dunno. Probably some karate expert who thinks she's hot shit," Oliver retorted.
"Hah! Guess you were right, Munson, National City is full of weirdos," Royce said from a slightly different location.
These guys keep moving around. I can hear one of them moving with a hostage. The other two don't have a hostage. Maybe now is the –
John's cry of anguish filled the air.
"Yeah, you, big mouth. Get up before I take your sissy ponytail and mop the floor with it," Oliver threatened. "You look like a bitch. Now you're gonna be his bitch."
Kara heard some scuffling and more whimpers of pain from John.
"You better be good, mother fucker," Royce advised. "You have a lot of little teeny weeny small bones in your feet. I bet I could mash them so you'd never walk again. Actually, I like the pony tail. So I can do this!"
Kara heard John's cry and then several gasps for breath. Oh Rao, I have to help him. Maybe if I can get them to focus on me. If one of these guys takes me as a hostage, then at least I'll be able to see what's going on. I'll say something to –
"No. Please, leave me be!" Danine's scared voice cut off in a shriek of pain.
"You have one chance to save your life. Understand?" Kara heard Oliver's loud whisper into Danine's ear. "The second you decide you don't want to live anymore - you open your mouth without me specifically telling you to. I own you – I own all you mother fuckers!"
Kara listened intently gauging where Royce, Oliver, and Munson were by the slight scuffling movements. They have to be deliberately staying away from each other. I don't think a police negotiator is going to be able to help us.
As if on cue the telephone rang. Kara heard more scuffling noises then Oliver picked up the receiver. Okay, he's there, about thirteen feet behind me. Royce is –
"I don't care if the plane and tactical tank are ready. I told you I wanted Supergirl, too. Royce! Show your friend how to dance!"
Kara heard a loud stomping noise followed immediately by John's piercing cry of pain. No, no, no!
"Keep standing, mother fucker, or I will put a bullet in your spine to make sure you go down for the count," Kara heard Royce say.
"You hear that police bitch? We ain't playing around! Get that through your head!" Oliver must have done something to Danine who suddenly cried out in pain. "Let's see, you've wasted fifteen minutes. That leaves - let me get this right - another fifteen minutes before people start dying in here. We ain't afraid of your tactical teams. The hostages will be long dead before we are so the choice is yours. Do what I told you to do or kiss their asses goodbye. Done talking to you."
Kara heard the phone slam into the cradle. Danine whimpered again and more scuffling ensued.
Aside from John's labored breaths and occasional moaning the kitchen was quiet. Kara heard the police discussing their abductors and possible options. As she learned more about the criminals, she was convinced she had no choice to reveal herself as Supergirl. Even so, there was no way she could save all of the hostages. Innocent people were going to die and there was nothing she could do about it.
This sucks! I'm right here and even if I was to admit I was Supergirl these losers they wouldn't believe me. I could show them exactly what Supergirl can do but not without them hurting the other people. If I act fast enough maybe only two or three get killed. Damn it! Do I have the right to make that decision for them? I can't even ask anyone for advice. Rao, I wish I could ask Cat what she thought. Get some guidance. Actually, that's not a bad idea … Cat … Cat would tell me to think of a better plan. One that doesn't involve risking other people's lives. I'm supposed to be the hero …
"Whaddaya say we chop this one's hand off and throw it out the door," Munson said. "We're at the twenty-five-minute mark now. Five more minutes and he won't need his arm anymore anyway."
"Yeah, go ahead," Oliver agreed. 'Might as well."
"NO!" Kara called out firmly still laying on the floor. "Oliver Denning, Jack Munson, Bob Royce."
The room grew quiet again.
Rao! Please let this work! Please!
"Who the fuck are you?" Oliver's voice came from directly behind her.
"Your best chance at getting out of here."
"You some kind of cop?" Oliver's voice came from a different area this time.
"Waste her now!" Royce demanded.
"I'm not a cop! I'm a reporter – for the National City Tribune. I was going to Gotham to cover your murder trial. You guys are famous, you know," Kara added. Not too much sap. Say it like Cat would. Channel Cat.
"Don't give me that shit. You're just stalling for time," Royce spat.
"I guess knowing all of your names and the fact that you were on your way to Gotham to stand trial for murder is some cosmic coincidence. Oh, and that Supergirl you guys are so hot to meet? She's already on a plane bound for Gotham. She was supposed to be assisting with courtroom security. Guess she should have stuck around National City longer," Kara let some Cat Grant snark enter her voice. Please let this work! Let the rest of the hostages be quiet.
Kara heard a shuffle noise before a foot connected with her side. She relaxed into the blow. Allowed her body to move with the foot. She exhaled a small cry as though the blow actually hurt. Come on! Take the bait!
"She's a distraction. Let's kill her first," Munson said.
"Kill me right now and you've thrown away your best bargaining chip," Kara quickly said letting pretend pain seep into her voice. "I am your best chance at getting out of here. Your ace in the hole, so to speak. The police know me. They like me. They don't want to see me hurt. I'm worth all the rest of your hostages combined."
"How do you know about Supergirl already being on a plane?" Oliver demanded.
"I told you. You guys are famous. I've talked to her about the case. She says you guys didn't really kill that family all those years ago. It's just a scam cooked up to give you the opportunity to break out of prison. She left early in the morning so she could prepare for your arrival."
Please, believe me. Listen to me.
"If the cops know she's on a plane why didn't they say so, BITCH?"
Kara softened her body around another kick to her blind side and let out a groan.
"Do you know who Supergirl is?" Kara asked channeling Cat's sarcastic voice. "She doesn't answer to the police. She's a highly trained government operative."
Rao, I hope what those cops were saying is right and these guys are ignorant of current events – of the outside world. No one mentioned Supergirl as an alien so maybe the cops outside are right. Please, don't let any of the hostages say anything. This has to work!
"So the cops like you?" Munson sounded like he was almost next to her.
"Yeah."
There was silence and a few slight whooshing noises. Kara furrowed her brow as she tried to figure out what the men were doing.
Sign language. They're communicating using some kind of sign language. Crap, I don't know what to say now. Have to say something – can't let them think too long.
"Like I said, I am your best bet for getting out of here. If you kill me first, you'll lose your window of opportunity. With me as a shield, you won't have a problem getting to that tactical tank without being picked off by a police sniper. It's your choice. You can still get out of this mess. Get to the stash Royce hid after his last bank robbery. What was it? Close to four million, Bob? It's either that or we're all gonna die here in about four or five minutes. Think! You guys didn't concoct this whole scheme to break out of prison, grab the money, and head to South America just to die in some stupid coffee shop."
Come on! Listen to your survival instincts!
"She knows too much. She's gotta be a cop!" Munson's agitated voice came from about twenty feet away.
"NO! Check my purse. My work ID is in there. I'm a reporter. It's my job to know the background of the people I'm supposed to interview. Your lawyers did tell you, right? About the interviews?"
"She's fucking with us. Playing some kind of head game!" Munson said.
"To what end?" Come on, Kara, be convincing. "I know either way, I'm dying today. Whether it's here or somewhere along the way to South America I'm gonna be dead. I've studied your backgrounds, remember? Your choice is whether you're dying here or living in South America."
There was another heavy sound of flesh on flesh and a man's cry filled the kitchen.
"NOT IF YOU HURT ANYONE ELSE! I won't help you if you hurt anyone else!" Please, Please, Please! Listen to me! Be selfish and want to live!
"You're in no fucking position to make any demands, BITCH!"
Another sound of flesh on flesh and a woman's voice, possibly Mandy's, cried out.
Kara closed her eyes.
Please let this work! It has to work!
In a matter of fact tone she said, "Then I guess we're all gonna die today."