The sound had managed to destabilize me enough that I was a few meters from crashing to the ground, so after recovering, I focused on hearing the voice that spoke to me.

"Kryptogirl" I was called, a voice that would recognize, fact that surprised me, because she was supposed to be in jail. "I know you're listening to me" she said before continuing to speak. "If you heed my directions and don't tell anyone where you go, nothing have to happen to my guests, otherwise they will die, "she warned, confusing me.

However, knowing that it was a trap, I decided to go where I was indicated in an attempt to prevent her from hurting those who she had kidnapped.

I landed in the middle of the desert, watching my surroundings in search of her, locating her, so I approached her.

"Well, I see that you know to follow orders" she smiled. "After all is what you do every day, right?" she commented in mocking tone increasing my anger.

"Tell me what you want from me," I asked.

"Sweetheart, I can not tell you here, you have to wait a little," she replied taking out a needle, getting me away from her.

The real Hank Hensaw was behind me, coming to grab me so I would not move, getting me to do so the moment I saw the kryptonite in the needle.

"It's just going to sleep you, nothing more, well, and leave you without powers for a while," she explained. "The longer my friends spend, the more time they spend," she said, making me try my hand out.

It made me sleepy, for I fell unconscious within a few seconds.

"It's time to wake up, Kryptogirl," she patted my face. "There's no time," she said.

I opened my eyes confused, trying to locate where I was, remembering what happened.

I decided to follow her without wanting to impatience her anymore, afraid that she might harm someone, yet I think nothing prepared me for what I was about to see.

Two cells similar to those of the other time, attracting my attention one over the other, because the light that gave off the kryptonite, attracted me, getting me to approach her, bringing my hands to my mouth.

"Zyan," I whispered to him, he was practically unconscious, although he seemed to recognize my voice as he opened his eyes trying to reach me.

"Well, you recognize him, and the other?" He asked me at the same time as I focused my attention on the person in that cell.

At that moment my heart was broken. His eyes were painful, he had been shot, he was not going to get very far.

"Are you okay?" I asked, watching him bent his head, not wanting to look at me. "Mon-el, are you okay?" I tried again, I did not receive an answer.

"Sweetheart, I propose a deal, "Lillian said." One lives, another dies, you decide, "she explained, getting me to look at her completely terrified.

I could not decide, well, maybe yes, but I could not live with the death of another person, much less with his own, I could not.

I looked at him again, his head remained crouched, it seemed to cost him to look at me, but neither would I blame him considering that we had not spoken for two weeks.

I blinked, allowing the tears to come out, sobbing, because being there, with them in front of me, without powers and without being able to make a decision, I was shattered, it was killing me inside.

"I can not do it," I sobbed. "Kill me," I cried in exasperation.

"There is no such option" she denied the idea. "I'm not interested in killing you yet" she said getting my jaw tight.

I could not decide, I could not choose one over the other, a part of me would not let me.

"Kaelah, listen to me," Mon-el told me, surprising me, since it had been a long time since he had spoken to me. "Choose him, I'm not afraid to die, do it and end with this," he begged.

"I can't, I can not let you die," I replied.

"Please, do it ..." he looked at me. "We're will die..., do it," he said at the same time as my knees would eventually weaken and I fall to the ground.

"Do you love him?" Lillian asked, getting both Mon-el and Zyan looking at me expectantly.

"No ..." my voice faltered for a couple of seconds.

"Then why don't you let him die?" She asked.

I bowed my head, that was true, I did not understand it, I really did not.

I looked at him one last time before swallowing and letting me speak.

"I'm sorry," I whispered sobbing with greater strength. "I'm really sorry ..." I wiped my tears.

"Do not apologize, Kaelah," he tried to smile at me. "I was wrong, you were prepared," he said.

"Mon-el ..." I tried to speak. "Rao, please ..., don't allow it" I sobbed between tears.

"That's your decision?" Lillian asked. "The Kryptonian over the daxamite?" I had a hard time recognizing it, but I nodded." Well, you seem to have no shame in betraying yourself or your parents, "she said, getting my head down.

I sighed, what was supposed to happen now? Was she going to save Zyan? I needed something to happen, I really did, but not in this way, because the sound scared me.

I got up from the ground watching people coming into the room, DEO agents, including Alex, although my sister did not take long to appear.

In just a couple of minutes Lillian was under arrest and I had been expelled from that building, watching as it staggered after an explosion.

I could not help it, frankly, I could not do it, because knowing that everyone was in there impelled me to do it, to try to save them even knowing that my strenght was weakened. I could not allow any of them to die, because I needed them all alive, absolutely everyone, including him, whom I would let die despite not wanting to do so.

This had propelled me to support the building, to keep it standing, though the little strenght I had at that moment made the process difficult, for I could not assure it would hold out for much longer.

"Kaelah, there's no one left inside," my sister said. "They're going to the DEO, they're waiting for us there," she said, pausing to observe how I was holding it. "Try to do it slowly, carefully," she suggested at the moment she was called by J'onn, who watched us from the ground. "Take your time, do not rush," she said before approaching him.

I sighed without being sure how to do it, how I was going to let go of that building without rushing over me, since if I did it wrong, there would be no choice.

I started to count backwards with the intention that when I reached the last number, I was ready to release it. However, when my arms faltered ... I tried, I tried to move, but everything went much faster than I did.

Thank you for reading,

Ayrin