The Pretender: a Sara Lance / Batwoman fanfiction

Pt. 20 / Kate / God Of War

People say you have to clear your mind and make it blank in order to win a fight. Supress your emotions so you can fully focus. I used to follow this advice ever since my first day at Point Rock.

Not today tho. 

My anger was the driving force coming from within me, helping me crash the enemies into pieces. One little problem interrupted my smooth ride. The pieces of crushed enemies turned into more and more enemies and I felt they completely surrounded us.

I couldn't see Sara or Alex. Only the distant grunts and fight noises ensured me they were somewhere near, in the darkness.

Funny. Several hours ago I was daydreaming about sitting in the sand near the ocean, looking at the bright blue colors, sipping cocktails with Sara... and Nyx... I desperately need holiday and I need to get out of Gotham for a bit, somewhere warm, where sun shines through palm leafs. 

Since then everything's gone to shit. Nyx literally stabbed me in my chest. Or I did it to myself. Why do I feel such anger towards her? What if it's just anger towards myself? What if she's only mirroring me? It's surely easier to hate her than admit she got too deep.

Welcome to my weak attempts at getting her off of my mind. Right here, at the Gotham's asylum. Maybe I belong to the Arkham. I swear if we get out of this alive I'm going to book a therapy session. 

The enemies kept coming at us, I stopped counting how many shadows did I kill and how many of them came back at me. It seemed like a neverending circle. I felt hopeless suddenly. Why fight? We cannot win, there are too many of them. What's the use...

I want to die and finaly get peace. 

Let them consume me, let them wrap me with their darkness and emptiness...

The last hit I took knocked me on the ground and there simply wasn't enough will power in me to get back on my feet. The ground was so comfortable.

Is this the death? There was light in the distance, coming closer. Not the white light as you might expect but... was it a flame? Oh great, the irony, me trying to avoid Nyx only to end up in Hell after I died. 

Where's all that noise coming from? Isn't there supposed to be peace and silence when you die? The closer the flame got, the more the humming sound increased. And then something big and dark red flew above me, cutting the dark skies in half. What the... is this the army? Are they striking napalm on us? Cause I felt the heat of a flame on my skin... So it's either that or real Hell.

Hell...

- "Oh, God, please..."
"God will save neither you nor the world, sweetheart." 
Something heavy dropped on the concrete ground next to me. I saw the feet, the legs...

Of course I'm in Hell...
- "Nyx..."
"Finally you got it right, love."
- "I don't wanna end up in Hell.."
"Good for you you're not dead yet then. Plenty of time to righten your wrongs."

My eyes tried to focus on Nyx's outline, but it was difficult due to all the smoke and heat.
- "What... the sword...?"
"Oh yeah, Michael's sword. Like it?"

With huge effort I managed to sit up. Nyx kneeled next to me to support my back and she even handed me a glass of water. How the fuck did she got water here? And how the fuck was her touch always so soft and caring?

"You need to leave. You and Sara. Quick."
- "What? Why? I don't..."
Something white moved into my eyesight from the left side.
"Nyx, what are you doing here?" - "Saving your asses, Sara, obviously. Now take Kate and leave!" - "We can't!" - "Oh yes, you can and you will. Zachan!!! Get them away, now!"