Makings Of A New Super - Dominator

I Beg Your Pardon?

I flew after the black SUVs, following them for 35 minutes before arriving in what looked like we were in the middle of nowhere with some enormous tents setup side by side. I landed once they parked, lazily dropping Neon Scarlet in the back of one of their trucks while walking inside after the men. Me and 6 of them walked down a slim corridor upon entering the tent, then entering an elevator which began going down. "Where the hell are we & why am I here?" I asked, quite annoyed. "You'll find out in a sec." This Jon J'onzz wannabe answered, as I side eyed him. "Listen, of you even think of trying anything-" I began warning him, until he cut me off. "I'm well aware of what you can do & believe me, young lady, I'm not your enemy. But I'll show you who is." With him saying that, I was more nervous for what's to come when this elevator reaches the bottom. About 2 minutes of going down had me wondering how deep was this elevator shaft. Finally, bell dinged and the door opened before we walked out into a HUGE headquarters in a cave type setting. The first thing that came to my mind was the DEO cave-like office in National City.

"Um, this looks exactly like-" I began saying, in awe. "The DEO? Well, this is the Boostveile headquarters." He replied. "OK, this is beyond weird. Who the actual fuck are you? And, I'm not moving another step until you explain. This looks exactly like the DEO office in National City and you look damn near like Jon J'onzz, who I assume you know very well, so start talking." I adamantly stated, arms folded while death sharing him down. He took a breath, turned to me and began talking, "Well, you're right. I do know Jon J'onzz, because he is my younger brother. I...am Marion J'onzz." Slowly, Marion began transforming from his human form into his green Martian form, morphing from his 6 foot tall human frame into an unbelievably tall 7'7" Martian form. All I could do was let my jaw hit the floor as I'm looking up at this gigantic man, being that I'm not even near 6 feet tall and he's taller than Shaquille O'Neal! "Impressed?" He said, with a smirk. I simply answered with a lowered eyebrow, annoyed look on my face before saying, "OK, show off, you're tall. You want a cookie or an NBA championship belt? Look, I'm still confused as to why I'm here. Matter of fact, no, its more than that. Who the fuck is Neon Scarlet? Why did she wanna fight me so bad, only to get her ass beat. Why the fuck am I here? Answer!"

He sighed while transforming back into his human form, then nodding his head towards a large monitor, gesturing for me to follow him as he walked over to it. He hit a few keys on the keyboard and suddenly, the enormous screen lit up, showing the DEO logo for a brief second before than playing a series of clips of what looked like....deceased bodies and blood stained streets, ship docks and others. "Um, what the fuck is this? Why are you showing me this?!" I yelled, totally turned off by what I was seeing. "This is the result of what we and National City's DEO believe to be an impending alien attack on National City's residents." Marion answered. "You mean, a bunch of aliens are coming to invade or something?" I curiously pondered. "Not a bunch, just one." He sharply responded, sparking my interest. "Wait, what?! All that was done by ONE alien? That's not even just an attack, that's a serial killer!" I gasped. "Exactly. Now, at first, we assumed this alien was on the loose, out for anybody it finds, but now, we've realized that the alien has a target on criminals only. All these bodies belonged to men who were selling drugs at the docks. All these ones over here belonged to men that had warrants & felonies, etc, etc. Seems like she kills those who break the law." Marion explained. I was confused, "Um, Ok, forgive me, but is that necessarily a bad thing? I mean, I've never killed anybody in this city, but is it that bad to kill criminals?" He sternly looked at me for a moment, but my expression stayed the same. I wasn't sorry for what I said, "And, one more thing. You just said It, then changed it to a She. How do you know the gender of the alien, if it even HAS one, with only dead bodies as evidence of its presence?"

"Well, we examined as much alien DNA from the bodies as possible & the method of the execution is rather prolonged, brutal. We've found that most homicides both here and in National City with stained blood across the bodies and long, drawn out claw marks across the chest, face, skull and torso tend to come from female assailants. The male assailants, for whatever reason, tend to leave less damage, but still fatal. Maybe 1 or 2 holes in the head or chest, possibly a removed organ or 2." Marion detailed, while pacing slowly back and forth. "OK, and this has what to do with Neon Scarlet wanting to fucking kill me or burn the city down, had I not showed up to fight her?" I asked. "She's been in direct contact with this female alien assailant and was sent to initially scare you, but that soon turned into a Kill mission." Marion replied, "I believe the assailant figured you'd beat Neon Scarlet, however, it was a warning shot. Beware or be sorry." "Well, I hope she knows that her little sidekick got her fucking ass whooped." I huffed, arms folded, "By the wag, how'd you figure that out so fast?" "Within the time it took us to come down here, my team had already locked up and interrogated Neon Scarlet and surprisingly, she sang like a canary. Received it all in my earpiece as we came down here." Marion laughed, tapped his Bluetooth. "Well, ain't that something." I snarled, "So, what now? Do we go out and find this crazy killer bitch and ask her what the fuck is her issue?" "We? No. You? No." Marion blankly answered. "Uh, excuse me?!" I yelled. "What I meant is, you, by yourself? No. And, here's why." Marion continued, leading me over to another large screen that brought up a 3D visual of what they believed to be the alien as well as information on her abilities. "Here's what we can assume she looks like, based on witnesses." Marion said. "I thought she killed anybody she encountered." I interjected. "Only criminals. Apparently, she's crossed paths with regular civilians, but left them alone. We've interviewed those folks to get as much of a description on her appearance as possible." Marion stated. "So, they're just fine speaking on a rabid killing alien without any issues?" I slyly wondered. "Of course not," He said back, "They're getting therapy as we speak. Obviously, they're traumatized, but we got all we needed, or could, from them." We turned back to the screen as another suited man walked up. "Show her." Marion demanded. The man pressed a button and the screen lit up and began transforming from 1 slide to another.

"Here we have Reign, who we've found out to be a Kryptonian." The man began saying. "Wait, she's Kryptonian, too?! She definitely doesn't...LOOK like anybody nice." I said, examining her dark, almost Batman-like outfit. Geez, where's the originality? The man explained a lot about her from their findings, shocking me more & more. Until, "Wait, what?!" I yelped. "Yes. She seems to be a genetically modified alien, to a degree. We've caught a few clips of her in action before cameras went down and she's very contrasting to both you and your cousins." The man stated, "You two have neon blue heat vision, she has burning red heat vision. You have heat and frost breath, so does she, alongside lightning infused fangs and claws. And, the biggest one of all would be that she doesn't seem to need much recharging time, as she's, at 1 point, rampaged on over 150 criminals in a 2 day timespan, barely leaving minutes in-between each attack." "So, she has more power to burn than an average Kryptonian. Not good." I noted. "We believe she'll show up tonight in National City. 1 of their biggest banks has been targeted quite a few times by robbers in the last month and she's annihilated all of them, however, word is that they're planning on going at it again tonight." Marion chimed in. "And, you want, what? Me to fly to National City and keep watch of a bank like I'm babysitting?" I smartly asked, with an eyebrow raised. "Your cousin, Supergirl, is already alerted and on the look out. But because of the power Reign wields, we're unsure if she can handle her alone, so we're sending you in as well. Jon is already on board, awaiting your arrival." Marion revealed. I immediately became intrigued, since Kara and I have never actually done a full mission together. "Are you in?" Marion asked, looking over his shoulder at me. Confidently, I cracked my knuckles and nodded, "Oh, you can bet I am."