Survivors

Chapter 26: The Inferno

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"Kara?"

Alex was not sure where she was. She knew it was a hallway of some sort, nearly blacked out with only a very small pinpoint of light at the far end. She heard her footsteps, water dripping from a pipe overhead. She felt the gun in her hand, the one her father had given her for her 17th birthday, the one she had practiced with Connolly daily, firing round after round until it became a part of her. She normally kept  the Glock 40 in a safe lock box at the top of her closet, hidden from Clark's curious hands. Now it was in her hand, in front of her as she walked down a corridor towards her sister. Why Kara was here, where they were or how she knew her sister was in trouble, Alex had no idea.

As the brunette moved closer, the pinpoint of light grew. It was a keyhole, a door and on the other side Alex knew she would find nothing good. Her heart was racing, she was sweating and despite everything she had learned, she had a death grip on her weapon. Reaching out with her free hand to the knob, she slowly turned, gun at the ready. Once the mechanism clicked, Alex took a deep breath and yanked the door open, stepping inside, gun in front.

Astra.

"Kara!"

Kara lay at Astra's feet in a pool of blood so large Alex had hoped it might have been her cape. Her blonde hair was stained dark crimson and her bright blue eyes were lifeless and dull, staring at the ceiling above her.

Astra shook her head.

"So you are her. You are the one my niece gave up the life she should have had, to be with you."

Alex raised her gun with both hands and fired, knowing the shots would do no good. She needed some release, something to take her focus from her sister's dead body. The gun finally ran dry.

"Why? Why did you kill her? She never wanted you dead! Non, but she never said you!"

"I didn't kill her. She killed herself. The soldier didn't want her, her blood cousin rejects her, she isolated herself for years. How long did you think you alone could keep her? You should have brought her to me. I would not have rejected her. I would have loved her enough. Kara did this to herself."

"You are evil! You did this! Kara would not...she wouldn't! You are a liar and a...a...a murderer!"

"Look at her hand. You know I am right."

Alex did, her eyes traveling from Kara's face, down her shoulder and there it was, in her left hand she held a bloody Kryptonite knife. Her body was so pale, she wasn't breathing and that may be why when Kara sat up and told Alex she was sorry, Alex screamed.

The brunette no longer felt cold, she was no longer in the room with her sister's dead body. Alex was in her bed and her scream was being muffled by her sister's chest. Kara was in her bed, holding her tightly and rubbing her back.

"It's okay. I got you. It will be okay." Kara whispered to her big sister. She had woken five minutes before and listened to Alex call for her, then cry in her sleep. She slid in bed beside her and had her arms already in place when Alex woke up.

"Kara?"

"Yeah, its me. You are safe."

Alex pushed away from her and Kara let her. The older girl jumped for her bedside lamp and once it was on, she was inspecting the blonde for any blood. Kara didn't move, didn't say a word while Alex pushed up her pajama sleeves, checked her ankles, ran her fingers over Kara's neck to make sure no blood was there. It had happened before, usually after very bad nightmares where she dreamed Kara had hurt or killed herself and Kara knew the routine. Alex wouldn't go to sleep until she knew that Kara was physically okay.