. (afrit) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-08-04 15:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | door: dc comics, supergirl |
Who: Kara
What: Narrative: Breaking out
Where: A.R.G.U.S., Washington, DC Door
When: Today
Warnings/Rating: None
By the third day in the A.R.G.U.S. facility, Kara realized she wasn't going to heal entirely. Whether it was the kryptonite that laced the walls, ceilings and floors, or whether it was the residue from the arrows, she wasn't sure, but she was as good as she was going to get. She considered, a few times throughout her stay in the stark room that was all white with one-way glass that she couldn't get near without wincing, telling them that they were trying too hard. If they created something to hold her that didn't allow even a hint of natural light to touch the air, she would be as powerless as they were. As much as she hated the loneliness of Sanctuary, she loved that she was just herself there. No superpowers, no desire for foods she couldn't eat and drinks she couldn't swallow. There, she could eat peanut butter and jelly, and she could drink milk, and she could dance around without concern about breaking the floor with the weight of her feet. If they just found a way to recreate that entire absence of sunlight, she'd be just a girl, and they wouldn't have to work so hard to keep her fenced in.
But they weren't smart enough for that, or their scientists just hadn't realized it. And on day three, tired and sore, they tried to send in a person covered in some kind of metal to take DNA samples. She was asleep when he entered, the kryptonite actually allowing her mind to rest in a way that it couldn't when she was away from Sanctuary, and the needle prick came as an unpleasant surprise. Normally, they couldn't puncture her skin with anything, no matter how they tried, but the kryptonite made it possible, if painful, and she sat up and slammed the man across the room without even realizing she was doing it.
She was weaker than she normally was, but even that was stronger than whoever the man with the metal and needle was. She knew, as she watched him fly into that one-way glass with enough strength to crack it, that the next time they'd do better. They'd realize that just lining a room wasn't enough, and it would be harder. But she didn't think on that any longer than she needed to, because she knew this window of opportunity wouldn't last more than a few seconds.
The crack in the glass was enough of a weakness, letting in enough unbroken, non-kryptonite air, that she could approach it with only a wince of pain. Touching it was another matter entirely, and her hand turned sickly green as she sent her fist through the glass at the weak spot. It shattered, and the green and sickly tone left her skin. She breathed, and she flexed her fingers into tight fists for a moment.
Beyond the glass, men and women began to scramble as Kara's cage shattered. She was out of the room in under a second, and her anger was something without parallel. She tore through the room at superspeed, tearing all of their computers from the wall, destroying all of their surveillance from the past three days. Hard drives shattered, people fled as electricity from frayed cords sent sparks through the walls. The room, her prison, was filled with desks and chairs and electrical debris in seconds, and then the alarm started blaring and threatening lockdown in 60 seconds. But she couldn't understand the words; she didn't need to understand the words.
She turned her sights on the room, with its kryptonite and aching pain, and the lasers that glowed red from her eyes drew blood-red lines along the walls and floors. Eventually, something sparked, and the flame was instantaneous, red and raw, as she knew it would be. Kryptonians used kryptonite to fuel their lives. On her planet, it was a source of energy. Here, it would blow the entire facility up with only just enough time for those quick enough to flee for their lives.
Slamming her way through the ceiling, amid the chaos, she was high overhead before the building below her exploded, the kryptonite that had been keeping her prisoner causing a green-red burst that shot high into the midday sky.