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"STAR Labs," Harrison Wells said while riding into the room Kara's is with his wheelchair . " Feels like old times doesn't it ?" he looked around the room as if reminiscing . " You know , uh, I built this place . With my own hands and called it home for 15 years . ” Kara realized that she was strapped to a hospital bed with belt-like straps. " And do you know what ? I hated every minute of it " He stepped out of his wheelchair and loomed threateningly over Kara " Where are my friends ?" Ka ra needed to know where they were. Rao forbid anything happened to them. " Your friends , they're on Earth-X. But I wouldn't worry about your friends too much , because , they're not going to be alive much longer ," Kara tried to get out of the restraints, but failed.
"Oh, my," Aria said while entering the room. "It's because of the red sunlight , sis. And trust me, it'll make you weaker than you could possibly imagine," Kara panted in anger at her sister. "You did all of this... Just to get me. Do you know how many innocent people you killed? " The heroine looked at Wells and her sister. "Their lives to save mine. They should feel honoured," Aria stated while smirking. "But why the red sunlight, why do you need me vulnerable?" Supergirl ask ed. "I need your heart, I need it . You don't use it do you?" Overgirl laughed w h ile fake pity crosse d her face. "You need a transplant because you're dying," Kara realize d, “did the madness finally catch up with you?” Aria sneered in response at her sister, “If it weren’t for you not being weak enough already, I would’ve cut you open myself.” “Oh, really? Who’s the ins ane one now?” Kara snorted at her sister.
“Watch it,” Aria growled and grabbed Kara by her hair, “just because you’re my sister doesn’t mean that I will take that into account when I send your remains to that fan club of yours.” “You’ve tried that already, Aria. Remember when you tried to kill me?” Kara raised a brow. Aria’s eyes burned with hatred for her sister, and that look sent Kara into her mind, in a memory.
Kara heard movement in her bedroom with her sensitive ears when she rolled to her other side. The blonde’s eyes snapped open, and her pupils dilated in the dark room. She saw a soft, ominous green glow shining on the rose curtains t hat were hanging by her window. The colour made her stomach churn. She recognized that particular shade of green. It was the colour of Kryptonite.
The heroine held her breath as she heard another person breathing by her neck. Her eyes widened and she rolled to the right side of her bed, and narrowly missed the blade that was rushing at her. The baby blue sheets that were previously on her, were now beneath her as she looked at who her attacker was. The first thing she saw was the Kryptonite dagger, with its green glow. Then, her eyes trailed to the face of the person who dared to attack her. She was stunned, however, as she was met by her face. An exact copy of it, to be precise.
It happened in mere seconds. The replica of her swung the dagger again towards Kara, and she sprung out of her bed, the sheets falling on the hardwood floor of her apartment. The weapon landed into the plaster of the wall, and Kara grabbed it. She held it defensively in front of her. If her attacker decided to do any more tricks, she could at least defend herself.
“Who- who are you?” The blonde stu mbled over her words. It was not every day that you got attacked by the one thing that could actually hurt you. Especially if that thing was something from outer space. “Oh, dear Kara,” the person sounded offended that she didn’t know her, “don’t you remember me? ” Kara recognized the voice. It had a tint of madness that she didn’t have.
“Aria,” Kara growled at her twin sister.
“Finally got it through that thick skull of yours?” The evil twin reached in the back pocket of the black cloak that she was wearing and pulled out another knife. This one made of Kryptonite, too. “How did you get those kni ves? Because I’m assuming that you didn’t just buy them in the store around the block.” Kara looked warily at the knife that her sister was holding.
“Sassy, are you? I don’t tolerate that,” Aria smiled while her teeth gleamed in the light that the knives were producing, “ didn’t mother always tell that we should be kind?” Kara was taken aback at the mention of their mother.
Yes, Aria may be a psychopath, but she still felt the grief of their mother’s death , Kara was sure of that. It was the only thing apart from their looks that they still had in common nowadays. But, it appeared, that now only their looks remained the same.
Kara narrowly avoided Aria that was coming her way. Her knife plunged into the plaster , and she yanked it out seconds later. She looked murderous. The glint in her eyes was one filled with hatred and menace. It scared Kara to her bones. She realized then and there; Aria was out to kill her. And Kara had a hunch that she wouldn’t feel any regret doing it.
Aria struck again at Kara’s face, and she blocked it. Kara swung her arm forwards in a hopeless attempt, and the blade met Aria’s skin. It sliced the skin open from her left eyebrow to the right side of her jawbone. Immediately, blood begun streaming out he avily, landing on Kara’s hands and dripping onto the hardwood floor. Kara looked in horror at what she’d done and yanked the knife out of her twin sister’s face. She noticed that she had narrowly missed Aria’s left eye.
About 2 inches of the knife was covered in scarlet red, terrifying Kara more of what she had done only seconds ago. The two sisters stared at each other for what seemed like centuries, but what was actually mere seconds. Kara looked around, and it was as if everything was in slow-motion.
She looked around her ruined bedroom, that had holes in the wall and blood splattered on it. A labored exhale brought Kara back to her si ster, and she saw her falling on the floor, still not processing everything. She fell on her knees next to Aria and cradled her head on her lap. The skin surrounding the cut was turning green from the Kryptonite.
“Help.” Aria croaked; her lips stained with blood.
Kara blinked and shook her head as if to clear it, standing up and rushing out of the bedroom. She opened drawers and cabinets in her kitchen, not bothering to close them after. She swiped several things to the floor in her haste of finding the lamp. Her kitchen was a mess when she finally found the sun lamp that she was searching for. She ran back to the bedroom and expected Aria to still lay there. However, that was not the case.
A small puddle of blood was on the carpet and partly on the wooden floor, where Aria had lain. Kara’s eyes were wide and frantic, searching every inch of her bedroom, but couldn’t find the body of her once-l oved sister.
“No ,” Kara sobbed in her hands, falling to her knees.
Earth-X
"Move! Get in line!" one of the many guards of the prisoner camp shout ed at the prisoners. All the prisoners were getting in different lines, while the heroes were very confused about what's going on. "I don't like the looks of this. What's going on?" Alex sa id while frantically looking around. "I don't know," Oliver sa id from behind Alex. "What are we doing?" Barry ask ed with confusion on his face. "It's round-up time," a prisoner with short, blonde hair informed them. "Round-up for what?" Sara ask ed the prisoner. "In line now!" one of the guards entering the cage spat at the heroes.
" So, these are... The heroes," A man in his mid-forties with a long, leather coat on sa id while entering the cage. "Yes, Sturmbannführer ," a guard replied . Only now d id the Earth- 1 prisoners notice that the Sturmbannfüherer was the Earth-X doppelganger of Quentin Lance. "Blond hair, blue eyes. This is Nordic perfection. Why would you align yourself with the unpure ?" Quentin huffed while walking towards Sara. "Because I like men, and I like women," Sara held her chin high up, refusing to step back.
"you know, I had a daughter who looked just like you, with similar compulsions ." the Sturmbannführer sa id while stepping closer to Sara. "And I expunged that filth from my family line forever!" he spat at Sara. "Bring them all," he commanded while looking at the group of misfits in the camp. "And him!" he s houted while pointing at the prisoner Alex talked to just minutes ago.