!!WARNING!! TRIGGER WARNING (I will put TW before any scene that applies to TW) SUBSTANCE ABUSE, SELF HARM, TORTURE, RAPE, AND MURDER MENTIONED. !!WARNING!!
Third Person POV- UNKNOWN LOCATION
Kennedy found herself in the same position her aunt had been in. The same cold metal binding her wrists together, holding them above her head. The same nearly naked form. The same black cloth blinding her. The same position.
She could feel her heart pounding inside her chest, beating faster and faster as she heard the figure across the room take yet another step near her. Her breath became unsteady. A rapid in and out raspy breath caught against her dry throat.
She couldn't help but whisper to herself, "Please let this be a nightmare," over and over again in a chant. Unbeknownst to her, she didn't know that her words were echoing, bouncing off the walls of the room, audible enough for the figure on the other side of the room.
Suddenly, there was light. There was light at the most unexpected time. She would've thought that the figure wouldn't ever take the black cloth off her face, but as it came to her surprised, she could see the figure that resembled her aunt. Overgirl.
The blonde lazily smiled, one side of her lips curling up in the cruelest way as her tongue rolled out a sentence.
"I heard you like girls. Don't you now? Fucking faggot."
Kennedy tasted blood before feeling the impact of Overgirl's extended palm colliding with her cheek. She was almost sure that that was going to bruise.
After she had a moment of shock, the brunette countered, "Yeah, well I heard you fucked Lena. How's that for a fag, huh?"
"Damn, you've got a mouth on you, don't you? Maybe we should fix that."
Overgirl lifted Kennedy's chin up to look her in the eye, "You're a pretty little thing. Shame you've got such a mouth on you.."
"Get the fuck off of me!" Kennedy swung her legs, putting all her weight on the chains that lifted her to the ceiling.
"You realize that I'm indestructible, right?" Overgirl laughed.
Kennedy refrained from rolling her eyes, "I'm not that stupid."
"Oh, but I liked the clueless little schoolgirl look on you."
"Do I look like a weasel in distress? Yes? No? Yeah, fucking no I don't. I'll fucking kill you if you come near me again."
"Says the one tied to the ceiling."
"Touche."
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THE DEO
"Guys," Winn called out.
A chorus of "Hm?", "Yeah?", and "What's up?"s rung out as everyone gathered around the man.
"What if," Winn started, "what if they are using the same warehouse. I mean, first, it sounds absolutely stupid, but hear me out! They know that we won't look there because they've already used that warehouse. But maybe they're using it because of that! It's foolproof!"
Kara nodded, "Do you want me to do a fly-by?"
"Kara, no. What if they're waiting for you?" Alex shook her head at the blonde.
Kara couldn't help but raise her voice, "Then so be it! They took Kennedy, and I'm just not having it with them."
And there it was. There was the disappointing father look from J'onn.
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Survivor (Supercorp) (Sequel to "It's You")
FanfictionAfter a fake 9-1-1 call nearby an abandoned warehouse draws Supergirl to save the day, she finds herself on the verge of death, and she worries that she won't make it back to her girlfriend, Lena Luthor, of whom she was about to propose to.