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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.

— — — — — — — — — — — —

“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

— — — — — — — — — — — —

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 :(