Volt

Corrupted

*Kara's POV*

"Pete, I think I found...!", I tried to tell my best friend.

That's the only thing I remember. Then, that strange gas expanded and covered me. One second later, it wasn't there. I neither wasn't there.

In a creepy dark emptiness, I am floating.  Well, I'm not exactly floating. Is more like walking on an invisible platform. After walking for around fifteen minutes, I notice something. It were stairs, but they headed to nothing.

It was my only possibility to see Peter, so I began running to get closer and closer to the staircase, but in the last second, something stopped me. I was static, unknowing what to do next, as I began hearing that voice in my head one more time:

"Poor lamb. No knowing what to do against my omnipresence", said the voice, satirically sadistic."

"What the fuck you want of me?, I said, defensively, tensing every muscle of mine's.

"It's not what I want of you. It's that I want you"

"Oh, I get it. You're the typical mysterious-villain thing, yeah? I say this to you now: I don't like tricks."

"I'm not a mysterious villain. I maybe am mysterious, but I'm not a villain.", said the voice, trying to seem irritated.

"So what are you, though?", I questioned.

"I'm... a nemesis. Your nemesis"

"Yeah, yeah, and I'm Captain America. Hey folk, you can't go anywhere in life and demand something. You've to earn it first to demand it later. Take this as an advice to be a better nemesis and not a shitty nemesis, okay?"

"What should I do to be a good nemesis?", asked the voice, intrigued.

"Well, first you should connect in one way to the hero, like being family or that an accident made by the hero caused you to have those powers. Then, you should..."

The voice was not listening to my incredible speech of how making you a nemesis, instead, it was trying to grab me apart from my essence or some sort of strange thing.

"... and that's how you make yourself a superhero nemesis"

"Incredible, incredible! It would help me so much! Thank you for the explanation!", thanked exaggeratedly happy the voice.

"You didn't listen, didn't you?", I asked distrustfully.

"Yeee...", I frowned. "No, honestly no. It was not interesting..."

"Why? I tried to do it the best I could!"

"Well, I needed you to be distracted to work this out."

"What do you...?", I tried to say.

Seconds later, all the "floor" was moving rapidly. I started to feel dizzy and I wanted to vomit. It lasted seconds, but for me were like hours. Then, it ended. But something was wrong.

I was like imprisoned in a sort of psychic strange force field. All the efforts I did to break it were futile. Nothing could break it. I was sitting on the floor and admitting my defeat, when I heard a laughter: