too-many-pockets
Kinda inactive I’m in writers block sorry 😭Any pronounsAvengers brain rot goes hard
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(I'd send this to Aria's account, but I can't)
Hear me out...
So you know how Shauna made Natalie butcher Coach Scott for killing him? What if Raina tries to interfere with the hunt, and to punish her, Shauna makes her butcher Aria?
AHHH YES PLEASE LIKE TRIES TO WARN HER OR SOMETHING YOU ARE SO SMARTY GOING TO A PARTY 🫶🫶🫶🫶
THANK YOU FOR THE TAG ‼️‼️‼️‼️
1. Wolf or cat probs!! Or something that could fly (can you tell I was a warrior cats kid?)
2. Sweatpants and one of four t shirts 😔
3. Probably a witch or vampire just aesthetic wise and bc I used to be obsessed with specifically vampire bats (no joke I did MULTIPLE projects on them)
4. Grunge, or at least that’s what I try for
5. Regular :)
6. Regular
7. Forced ice pick lobotomy 😋
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yk what I'll also do this get to know your mutuals cuz I thought bout it for a bit and I think I have to or I'll explode
get to know your mutuals♡
if you could be any animal which one would you choose to be? (can be fictional) (and you can explain why if you want to)
what would you choose when you're in a hurry and have nothing to wear?
are you a witch, vampire, fairy, dryad, siren or a mermaid and why do you think so?
what is your style?
regular milk or plant based milk?
which one do you put first milk or cereal?
fav way to kill someone? (idgaf if you never thought of it now you have to think of something and make it at least a bit cool I'm begging)
and I'll go first cuz I can
girl I wrote kinda a lot in these answers but I just had to brag about my fav way of killing people🤷♀️🤷♀️ and okay maybe it's kinda stupid that I'm also doing this game even tho I made it for others but who cares?
I can't choose but either a phoenix or a wolf cuz the allegory of both of these animals absolutely stole my heart
anything in my wardrobe that looks good (and it's almost always not adequate for the cold weather, I literally can wear a mini skirt when it's like 2°C outside and there are times when I am wearing a mini skirt and a crop top when it is 0°C and even when it was -3°C I don't care)
something in between vampire and a dryad cuz I feel like I would be a good vampire I don't know how to describe it but I just know and that's it and also a dryad cuz when I think of them they give me rather a messy and chaotic vibe which is def how I act and overall express myself so I'd say that I'm sometimes both sometimes one and sometimes the other
I'm goth so my style is overall gothic and / or cunty
regular but only 1,5% fat
CEREAL
sooo this is my fav way, first - pepper spray in the face so they can't see and therefore they can't run away, second - start scratching their legs with a pocket knife as hard as possible and try to find an aorta and cut there (making it even harder to run away), third - stick the same knife into all of their fingers (why not), fourth - knock out their teeth with a knuckle duster and finally - when they open their mouth trying to catch a breath from the blood and saliva running into their throat pour fluoroantimonic acid into their mouth and it's done! and I'll add that fluoroantimonic acid is called the most corrosive acid in the world ans if it touches the skin it causes huge damage and if poured into someones throat it'll burn the insides and kill. I think I'm really creative cuz I came up with this when I was writing one of my books and now I'm obsessed
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and with question 7 rn I'm mostly thinking about one bbg ( @dawkacynizmu I'm looking at you ) cuz a bit after I came up with this question I thought that you might have an interesting answer
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Guess what guys…
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I have had absolutely horrendous writers block and just fell sort of fell out of the supergirl fandom but I’ve started my rewatch and I’m getting back into it again! Expect a new Dreykovs Daughter chapter soon 🫶
Dreykov’s Daughter
Kara Danvers/Zor El x Red room reader
(Part Two)
TW: Child death, emotional abuse, death, manipulation and gaslighting mentions of ripping out fingernails hair and a few other things
It had been no longer than 15 minutes before you pulled yourself back into consciousness.
Surrounding you was a clear glass cell, you noted your weapons had been taken, but you hadn’t been changed out of your clothes. Your hands trailed over your arms, feeling for the cleverly concealed widow bites you had on your wrists. You almost sighed in relief when you felt the familiar grooves of the small weapons under your fingers.
“The hell are you doing?”
An angry looking Alex with her arms crossed over her chest glared at you aggressively, quite the contrast to Kara who stood directly beside her with an obviously forced look of anger on her face. She had patched up the wound you left on her, much to your disappointment. Such a shame, they made her look so pretty, the wonderful little drops of red running down her chest. You’d see more of it soon regardless, and that was enough to hold you over.
“Checking for injuries or injections, if that’s okay with you.”
You bit back sarcastically, rolling your eyes.
“Shut up. Who are you and who sent you?”
The woman demanded harshly.
“Why don’t you come in? I can’t hear you through all this glass.”
You replied with a smirk.
“I’m going to-“
“Agent Danvers.”
You saw the man you had previously identified as Hank Hanshaw enter the room.
“That’s enough. I’ll deal with her.”
You scoffed.
“Respectfully sir, I have ripped out my own teeth, hair and fingernails. There is not much you can do to me.”
A wave of pride washed over you as you watched Kara recoil. You were sure even Alex flinched a bit. She grumbled something and left the room. Hank continued to approach you.
Suddenly you felt something in your head, as if something were probing your mind. You narrowed your eyes.
“What are you doing?”
Almost the first time you’d been caught off guard and it was by a mind reading alien. How lucky.
Your eyes drifted close against their will and your memories flashed before your eyes.
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“But father! She’s my friend, I don’t want to!”
A younger you sobbed with your hands on either side of your best friends head.
“Friends are a weakness. You knew the rules and you broke them, there’s a punishment. Do it.”
Your friend was bloodied and beaten to a pulp, as were you. What made the experience even worse was that the girl wasn’t even struggling anymore. She had just given up, as if begging you to end it.
“Look at her. She never would have made it anyway, you’re helping her.”
Your father coaxed, urging you on. Urging you to do what you were born to do. Urging you to kill.
Snap
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Your eyes shot back open. Hank had a pitiful look in his eyes. Your face felt wet, you pulled a hand up to touch it. You must have been crying. You looked around. Alex had left, but Kara was right where she was before.
“What did you do?”
Your voice sounded so frosty the alien was sure the air was about to freeze.
“Your father? Is that who sent you?”
Hank raised his eyebrow.
“Doesn’t look like a great guy.”
That was the last straw. You activated your widow bites and shocked the man. Kara rushed to hold you back.
“Don’t ever talk about my father that way! I’ll kill you!”
You yelled as Kara grabbed your arms.
“I’ll kill you!”
“Calm down! What is wrong with you?!”
Kara hissed. You whipped your head around to face her. What was wrong with you? What was wrong with you?! You’re just doing your job, you’re just defending your family, isn’t that what she does? Such a hypocrite! It's not fair! She gets praised for the exact things you’re shamed for! She’s killed people too! Innocent civilians, criminals, even some of her closest friends! Kill her. Don’t disappoint him. You know what happens. Kill her. Your brain yelled. This is your life. This is your job. You’re doing the right thing. People like her are sick, people like her are wrong. Remember your home. Remember your lessons. Remember who loves you.
You silence your thoughts and take a breath. Get under control. Using your widow bites was a mistake. You let your emotions get a hold of you. You take another breath then sit down and go back to silence.
Kara hesitantly let go of you then left the room to make sure Hank was okay.
You went over your memory in your head. Since that day you had lost all hesitation when it came to the daily fights you had to go through in the red room. You had moved up to the top of your class and were your fathers most trusted student. He told you everything and you listened and followed orders. In Particular, he would tell you about your sister. He told you about how it was a widow who had defected who caused her so much damage. All you could think when he told you those stories was ‘how dare she’. How come she got to decide who loved and died? What right did that girl have to kill your sister after all your father had done for her. He taught her, fed her, clothed her, taught her, made her strong. He loved her. Just like he loved all of the widows. Just like he loved you.
You never made a friend again after that either. Not when you knew the consequences. Not after seeing the look in her eyes as you killed her. Not after you realized befriending anyone would give you to get to know them. To know what makes them happy, what makes them sad. Not when you would know all of that just to be forced to humanize them just for them to die at your hand or the hands of one of your classmates.
No matter, you would complete your mission and go back. Back to your father, back to your home.
Six Days Left.
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Hope you liked it! It’s a bit short but I ran out of ideas :(
I SWEAR TO GOD PART TWO OF MY KARA FIC IS COMING SOON
CHAPTER ONE GUYS!!!
I hope you enjoy my life’s work 😘
I’m sorta proud :)
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Chapter One
Nyx Yasuhiro was a hero. It was in her name. That was her role, and she was okay with that. In fact, she was quite happy. She loved the cheering crowds, the happy people, saving lives, all that stuff. But it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, there were downsides too. She couldn’t save everyone. And it tore her apart. She hated hearing the news, the articles, the horrified look on people’s faces when she couldn’t help their loved ones. The worst was when the ones she couldn’t save, were the ones she had to fight in the end. A sound comes from her living room, so she quickly heads over to check it out. Her TV was on. Of course, what else would it be? She chided herself for the little bit of anxiety she felt. She walked over and plopped down on the couch, watching the TV intently.
“News flash!” The TV sounded, “50 important officials have been burned alive while at an important meeting! The culprit is still at large, though it is theorized to be the infamous villain, whose identity has still not been confirmed.” She turned the TV off. That was enough. She threw herself into action, changing into her usual outfit. It was nothing special, a loose, long sleeve shirt with a chestplate like piece of metal on top, along with baggy cargo pants with lots of pockets and metal knee pads. She pulled on her combat boots; they were expensive but they were metal toed so they were worth it. She also had a mask on, so she pulled it up to hide her face. Finally, she tied some of her black hair into a small ponytail, leaving the rest to hang. She rushed out the door to get to the scene.
When she finally got there, the fire was all but extinguished. She flashed her face at the guards and they frantically let her through. She slowly walked around the building, taking in every detail. She noticed a pair of ash black footprints leading around the corner, so of course, she followed them.
She reached the end of the footsteps but there was… nothing. No, there had to be something, someone, here. There had to be. She frantically whipped her head around.
“So what are we looking for, little dove?” Nyx felt herself being pulled by the waist toward someone. No. Not someone. Her arch nemesis. The villain. Her enemy. Her… well she doesn’t actually know her name. Nobody did. She was just called ‘the villain’, or ‘villain’ by the public.
“I don’t like to be ignored, darling.”
Nyx refused to turn around.
“Shut up. You did this, didn’t you?” She demanded. The villain’s response was to softly grab her chin with one gloved hand and force her to turn around and face her.
“Now now my dear, you know I don’t leave my works of art like this~” She replied. As much as she hated it, Nyx knew she was right. Obviously, she wouldn’t call them works of art, but the scenes were never this sloppy. She had spent way too much time analyzing every detail.
“See? You believe me dove.” The other woman smirked.
“Stop calling me that.” Nyx responded with a scowl.
“Then tell me your name.”
“You know I won’t do that.”
That was the rule. She didn’t know Nyx's name, Nyx didn’t know hers.
The woman sighed. “Then what will you call me? I don’t think ‘villain’ is going to stick for as long as we’ll be together.” She said. As long as they’ll be together? What did she mean by that? She decided to let it go for now, instead trying to focus on a name. Nyx actually didn’t know what to call her. She went through a list of possible names before deciding on…
“Siren. I’ll call you Siren.” The name felt right on her tongue. After all, a Siren was a seductively beautiful or charming woman, especially one who beguiles men, and in Greek mythology the siren's song would lure men to their doom often causing shipwrecks and chaos. Fitting, she was a villain after all. Even as much as she hated to admit it, Siren was quite attractive. Nyx stepped out of Siren's grasp, pulling her arms off her waist. She looked at her closely. Her skin was suspiciously pale, some kind of skin condition probably, but Nyx didn't, or rather never cared to, ask. She was wearing a black sleeveless turtleneck shirt and a black jacket with large sleeves hung loosely below her shoulders. Two long pieces of fabric hung off the back of her jacket almost reaching the floor. She also wore sleek black leggings that hugged her figure. Her outfit was completed by her own combat boots which were, of course, black.
“Siren? Hm~ I like that. It has a nice ring to it.” Her voice was smooth, like the coo of a dove, it just made you want to hear more. Nyx hated it. She hated everything about that cocky asshole. She hated her white hair that she just left in a messy wolf cut. She hated how it glowed in the moonlight. She hated how sometimes, she just couldn’t look away. How she felt a small part of her melt whenever Siren grabbed her. She pushed those feelings to the back of her mind, focusing on her mission for the time being.
“So. If you didn’t do this, who did?” Nyx’s tone was flat and unamused.
“Oh come on, don’t be like that love~” Siren pouted.
“Who. Did. It.” Nyx asked again, her voice gaining a bit of an edge.
“Oh you’re so cute when you’re angry~” Siren smirked. Nyx felt her blood boil. “Buttt~ I don’t know. I’m sure you’ll figure it out, you’ve always been the smart one.”
“Then what do I need you for?” A small smile grew on Nyx’s face. She could end this conversation and turn this villain in right now. Throw her in jail for the rest of her life and solve this crime herself.
“Isn’t it obvious…?~” Siren smirks. Her hand snakes itself around Nyx’s waist once more and she brings her face to the other woman’s neck. Nyx’s face flushed a bit as she felt her hot breath against her skin. Siren looked up at her through her lashes, those big red eyes with a pinch of purple sucked her in like an endless void. “My pretty face~” Her voice was soft and she said it in this, way. As if she was teasing someone. Nyx’s brain was moving a mile a minute, her heart was beating out of her chest, her face felt on fire and it was taking everything to keep herself together. It wasn’t like she liked this, as if she liked her, it was just the proximity! She would be like this no matter the person! She pushed Siren, who was now laughing uncontrollably, away.
“I can solve this myself!” She yelled louder than she meant to.
“No, you can’t. And you know it.” Siren sighed. Nyx knew she was right.
“Well it doesn’t need to be you.” Nyx also knew that was probably not true. Siren sighed again.
“Fine. I’ll be back though, and you will accept my help, won’t you?” She said the last question in a voice so persuasive, she felt like she could never say no to her again.
“Yes.” She hated how small her voice sounded at that moment.
“Yes what?” Siren smirked, she knew exactly what she was doing. Exactly how she sounded.
“You know what-”
“Yes what, darling?” Siren interrupted, grabbing Nyx’s face again, swiping her thumb across her cheek.
“Yes you can help me.” She said again. She hated how quickly and eagerly she answered. “But right after I’m going to arrest you!” She quickly added.
“Good girl.’’ Siren smirked, then disappeared.
Nyx inwardly groaned. Why did she give in everytime? Whatever. She just needed to get this done. Probably some escaped convict or whatever.
***
She looked around, taking in her surroundings. I’m just looking for clues, not for her, she tried to convince herself. She spotted a young girl with strawberry blonde hair in a pair of pigtails alone on a step. She had a puffy polka-dotted dress on, she looked no older than 6. She was rocking slightly, her knees were as close to her chest as she could get them with her feet having to be on a different step.
“Hello.” Nyx spoke in a soft voice as she approached the child. She understood how scary it could be to witness or even lose someone this way. “What’s your name sweetie?”
The girl looked up. Her eyes were red and puffy, she’d probably been crying. She sniffled.
“Hello Ms. Lady…” Her voice was quiet and quivering. She was hiccuping as well. “My name is Amara”
Nyx leaned down to meet the girl's eyes and smiled softly. The girl didn’t look at her in turn, instead staring just slightly over her shoulder. She quickly checked to see if anyone was in earshot, then she replied. “My name is Nyx.” She put a finger to her lips. “But my name is a big big secret, so you have to pinky promise not to tell anyone, alright?” The girl's eyes met hers for just a moment and lit up before she quickly looked away once more. Nyx extended her pinky, it seemed like she liked promises. Amara hesitantly stuck her pinky out and they intertwined, marking a promise.
“Ms Nyx, are you here to find the bad person?” Amara asked. Nyx chuckled.
“Yeah, I am. Can you tell me what you’re doing here?”
“My daddy was going to this place, so me and mommy went to surprise him when he came outside but…” The girl's voice trailed off. Nyx didn't need to hear the rest. “Mommy says he’s in this place called the hospital. She's really worried and she's crying.” Nyx’s heart broke for the poor woman. Imagine going to surprise your husband with your young daughter and then the whole building just bursts into flames with your husband still inside. She must have been rushed to the hospital with her husband, but then, why is Amara here? Why not with her mother?
“Can you tell me where your mother is, Amara?” She tried to sound as calm as possible, but if this child was just left here with nothing and no one, what would happen? “Who are you here with?”
“Uhm, Mommy is with Daddy in the big white car that flashes, and I'm here with my uncle because I hate that car. It's too loud.” Amara flapped her hands, as if even recalling the memory of the ambulance was painful. Still, Nyx breathed a sigh of relief. Her uncle, that was good, but where was he? She looked around.
“Where is he?” She couldn't see anyone near them…
“He’s over there, I think.” Amara pointed around a corner. “He said he was going for a ‘smoke break’ but I don't know what that means.” For some reason, this angered Nyx. This little girl just probably lost her father, and her mother was in despair, trusting this man, her ‘uncle’, to take care of her, and he was gone without a thought to even explain to her where he was! She’d have a word with him, that was for sure.
“Thank you, you’ve been a big help. I’m going to go for a bit,” She paused. She didn't want Amara to leave while she was gone, or be left alone… “In the meantime, my friend here is gonna keep you company, alright?” She handed the girl a small teddy bear. To anyone else, it would be a completely wholesome moment, but the teddy bear actually had a camera and she could hear sound through it. Some creep sent it to her a while ago and she had hacked into it and repurposed it. Now, it connected to a pair of earrings she wore. In short, she could hear whatever Amara could. She hadn't thought of what to do with the visual though, so she just turned it off.
Nyx then left the girl and went to see this uncle of hers. She turned the corner, looking for anyone who looked out of the ordinary, when she saw a man in a polished black suit. He had half circle gold rimmed glasses with slicked back grayish black hair and brown eyes. He looked, for lack of a better word, old. All was normal, except for the fact he was slumped over on the ground with a masked person and another person she could not see standing over him.
Nyx immediately hid around the corner, trying to overhear their conversation. She strained her ears, but could only hear Amara’s childish babbles. She turned off her earrings for the moment, hoping nothing would happen while she couldn’t hear, and the extra sounds disappeared. “Her…end…kid…here?...yes…” No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't tell who was speaking when. The other person looked her way and she dove behind some boxes, praying they didn't see her. Her prayers were quickly discarded when she heard footsteps coming her way. She peered around the wall. It looked like the figure had sent the masked man after her while he was leaving with Amara’s uncle. She silently cursed, but she didn't have time to worry about that right now, as she was being hunted by a big meaty monster! A sweaty fist landed directly beside her hiding spot, crushing a box. Quickly, another punch landed close enough to graze her face. She touched her cheek. There was blood on her fingers.
She barely avoided another hit when she decided that it was time to hit back. Nyx swung at the man's nose and it broke with a satisfying crunch. He was knocked back and she took the chance to punch him square in between the eyes. Blood splattered onto her knuckles as the man fell to the ground, dazed. She straddled him and continued to punch him in the face. Once he was thoroughly roughed up, she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled his face to her own and ripped his mask off his face. He looked as one would expect, tan skin, shaggy messed up hair, missing a tooth or two from Nyx’s beating. She suppressed her glint of pride.
“Who do you work for? What are you doing here? What do you want with that man?” She questioned.
A look of horror crossed the man’s face. “I-” Suddenly, the man's face erupted with blood, spraying all over Nyx’s clothes and face. She froze. The man slumped onto her, his cold body resting on hers, dead. He was dead. She looked up. The figure she saw before was staring directly at her, gun in hand. They were warning her. This wasn’t the simple case she first thought it was. She didn't know what to think. She looked at the body that had now fallen off her to the floor. Its dead eyes were glassy and empty. They stared back at her, expressionless. When she looked back up, the figure was gone.
She got up. Amara. She needed to go check on her. Nyx ran over to where she had left the girl. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized she was still there.
“Ms Nyx!” Amara smiled. She had the teddy safely coddled in her arms. “What's that red stuff on your face?” Nyx’s eyes widened. She realized she hadn't taken the time to clean herself up, she was so caught up with Amara she didn't even think about it. Now that she did, the reality of the situation crushed her like a boulder. This little girl was left alone now, both her parents were in the hospital and her uncle was who knows where. There was no choice, she couldn't leave this child here alone. She would have to take her in.
Suddenly she was struck by a wave of nausea, so aggressive it almost knocked her over. She fell to her knees, her head was pounding and her heart crashed against her chest. She realized she was bleeding much worse than before, but she didn't know why. Before she knew it, it all went black.
***
Siren picked up her hero’s unconscious body. What a silly girl~ She always pushes herself too hard. Look at where that got her. Siren couldn’t be too harsh, after all the girl was a hero.
“What are you doing with Ms Nyx?” A small voice asked. Siren turned. Behind her stood a small, shivering girl who looked on the verge of tears. Ms Nyx? Was that her wonderful hero's name?
“Don’t worry dear, I'm simply taking her home. Where is your guardian?” Siren hated to admit it, and she never would, but she had a soft spot for children. They were so innocent, not at all like her. She didn't want any child to have to go through what she did.
“Ms Nyx went looking for my uncle because I didn't know where he was and he wasn't coming back and now she's like this and-” The child broke down into tears, flapping her arms aggressively and rocking as if to regulate herself. Siren carried Nyx over to her. Obviously if Nyx went looking for this man and she came back like this…
“Would you like to come with me to make sure she's okay?” This way she could keep the child in her sights, keep her safe. The child gave a small nod. “Then come, follow me and let's go.” She carried the hero, whose head was unknowingly resting on her enemy's shoulder. Siren smiled. Nyx would never live this down, she’d make sure of it.
***
Later in the night, after she had gotten Nyx in her bed and patched up, she left Amara to sleep in the spare room with that teddy bear, you know, the one with the camera and audio device? Yeah, Siren knew. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. She was only upset because some creep had attempted to see her love. She made a mental note to deal with it later. She was about to leave the room after sitting by Nyx’s bed for a while, when she felt a hand grab her wrist. Nyx sleepily muttered a few words, but all Siren could interpret was “Stay.” Siren smirked. This was just getting better and better, she thought. She climbed into the small twin sized bed beside Nyx, pressing against her to avoid falling off. Nyx snuggled into her embrace, grabbing Sirens arms and wrapping them around herself. Eventually, after plenty of staring and smirking, Siren fell asleep beside her.
***
Playlist:
Chapter One - Hate Me - Nico Collins
Chapter Two - My Humps - Black Eyed Peas
Chapter Three - Jealous Girl - Lana Del Ray
Chapter Four - Little Girl Gone - CHINCHILLA
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Prologue
This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. They were supposed to get through this together. It wasn’t fair. But now, seeing her sworn enemy on the ground, bloodied and bruised, she realized life isn’t always fair. She hated it.
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LITTLE SNEAK PEEK OF MY BOOK GIYS :DDD ILL POST THE FIRST CHAPTER IF YOU GUYS WANT :))))
Love your fic!!!! I'd be happy to read more of your works!!
Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!! :DDD
Dreykov’s Daughter
(Part one)
Kara Danvers/Zor El x Red room reader
My first post guys :DD Lemme know if you want me to continue or any requests. I’ve never posted anything I’ve written before so I hope you guys enjoy :) I might post some of a book I’m writing as well
“Kara Zor-El.”
Your father spoke. “A client of ours wants her dead. I’m putting you on the job.” You nodded, you were the best widow of your generation and you knew it. Your father knew it. “She’s a kryptonian, an alien from another planet. Our weapons won’t hurt her, so you’re getting new ones.” He slid two daggers and a loaded gun across the desk you were both seated at.
“Is that all?” You asked curiously. “Do you need more?” Dreykov’s tone was condescending and there was nothing you hated more than disappointing him. When you disappointed him you were punished. Harshly. You quickly grabbed the weapons and shoved them in your belt. “No sir. Where will I be stationed?” You asked, wanting to get him out of this mood. “National City, Los Angeles.”
“I know you won’t disappoint me.”
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Kara was smiling as she returned to the DEO having just busted a renowned jewel thief when she ran into her sister. “Alex! Did you hear about that jewel thief I busted?”
“Yeah, great job Kar.” Alex was hovering over a few papers on the desk. Kara walked over.
“What’s that?” She hummed curiously. “Some sort of organization, not a lot of information.” It must have really been a tough case because Alex was doing that thing she always does when she’s stressed.
“Want me to try to check it out?” The blonde offered, “I have some free time.” Alex signed. “I would if there was anything to check out, but we don’t have one possible location! It’s like this place doesn’t even exist!” The kryptonians sister pinched her nose. “Well what’s it called? Maybe Lena knows something.”
“The red room.”
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You had spent weeks training the guard schedule of the DEO so you knew at exactly 4:02 am you would have a three minute window to get inside the heavily guarded building and into a vent to hide until further notice, which is exactly what you did. Currently you were hiding in said vent above a somewhat spacious quiet room that the alien used to communicate with a hologram of her mother, at least as far as you were aware. You blew a strand of h/c hair out of your face. It had been a few hours and you were starting to get clammy. You were used to having to wait during missions, but that doesn’t mean you liked it. You wished Kara would just come in already, you wished you could just get this mission over with so you could go home. Home? The red room wasn’t home, not really. It was all you knew. The only thing you knew, and you wouldn’t let the man who saved you down. Not now, not ever.
After what felt like hours, the blonde kryptonian entered the room, seemingly outraged at something if her storming around was any sign. Your hands curled around the handle of the knife you were provided, posing it in a way that would make it easy to plunge into her pretty little chest. Despite your elation, your face showed not a hint of emotion, just as you were trained to. You noticed Kara begin to yell at the hologram. How pitiful, you thought, to be so controlled by your own emotions. You silently opened the vent and dropped onto her shoulders, covering her mouth.
“Mmh!” She yelled against your hand and grappled to grab your legs. In response, you press the slightly green glowing dagger against her neck.
“Stay quiet, princess.”
You pushed the blade further into her neck, threatening to draw blood. She lifts her hands in surrender and you hesitantly uncover her mouth.
“Who are you?”
She says quietly and as calmly as she can. Climbing off of her shoulders and standing behind her, you answer.
“The last thing you’ll see.”
Suddenly, the blondes sister burst through the door.
“Kara it’s not-“
She stopped at the scene in front of her. You silently thanked yourself for making a mask. You cut Kara just above her collarbone before bolting through the door. Behind you you could hear Alex run to her sister. It wouldn’t be long before the whole DEO was on your ass, and that wouldn’t be good. Your father always said ‘failure is forgivable, to be captured is not.’ You ran straight into the chest of Hank Hanshaw who grabbed your arms and wrenched them behind your back, kicking you onto your stomach. You bite your lip to hold back a scream. No. You cannot fail. You can not fail. He won’t forgive you, your father won’t forgive you. You don’t dare show your fear. That’s rule number one of the red room. Alex quickly appeared and pressed a gun to your head, you heard the safety click off.
“What the fuck did you do to my sister?” She growled. She roughly grabbed your face and held it up so you would meet her eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” You wheezed in response. She kicked your face. Feeling the blood enter your mouth, you spit it on her collar. That was the last thing you remembered before you were knocked out.
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