NOVEL NEXT Chapter 27: The Attack
Supergirl:
I lunge forward, pushing all the other soldiers out of the way to grab the sunglasses.
"Hey," the soldiers yell after I pushed them. The soldier with the sunglasses, however, doesn't move at all. He stays still even as I pull the sunglasses right off his body armor. I stare at the sunglasses.
The sunglasses have blue lenses with black rims. As I look at the sunglasses, I can't help but feel like something is off.
"No," I think. "Not just off, but familiar. Why do these look so familiar?"
The more I look at the sunglasses, the more something starts to form in my head. It starts as flashes at first but very soon, it turns into something else.
"What is this?"
I look around but I'm not in New Metropolis anymore. I'm in a glass cell, with red lights over me. The only thing in the cell with me is a small bed. As I stand in the cell, I start to panic. The air becomes thin. I feel myself start to choke on it. Everything becomes blurry and my knees go out.
Falling onto the floor, I begin to cry. I don't know why I'm crying but the tears push their way through. I see them drop onto the floor as I feel something crushing me.
"I wouldn't go that far," a voice says out of nowhere. As I hear the voice, whatever it was that was crushing me disappears and I can stand up again. "Don't worry. I'm here to help."
Following the voice, I turn around and see the outline of a person.
"Who--Who are you?"
Before the person can answer, the world around me shakes. It shakes and everything crumbles. The world around me crumbles to nothing and I find myself back in New Metropolis.
"Kara," Dinah says, shaking me. "Kara!"
"What," I say, shaking my head. "What? What is it? Oh. Hey Dinah. What's wrong?"
"What's wrong," Dinah repeats. She lets go of my shoulders and looks at me. "I should be asking you that. What are you doing out here? The meeting ended and now we're all wondering where you've been."
"I...I was..."
I try to answer Dinah but for some reason, I can't. Instead, I look down at my but see nothing.
"The sunglasses," I shout. I step back and look at the floor. "The sunglasses! Where did they go? Where are they?"
"They," Dinah repeats. "What? Kara, what are you looking for?"
"A pair of sunglasses," I answer.
"A pair of sunglasses," Dinah repeats. As I keep looking for the sunglasses, I hear a scream and look back at Dinah. Dinah is stumbling around with her hand against her forehead.
"Ahh," she cries out. About to fall, I rush ahead and catch her. After I catch her, I help steady Dinah before pushing her back onto her feet.
"Now I'm asking what's wrong."
"I don't know," Dinah answers. "Something about sunglasses."
As soon as I hear the words sunglasses again, a flash goes off and I see cracks all over the world.
"What the heck," I say, stepping back. I look around and see bright-glowing cracks everywhere; on the ground, on the wall, even floating in the air. The cracks stay there before another flash and the cracks are gone.
"Dinah," I say, looking between everything and Dinah. "Dinah! Did you see that?"
"See what," Dinah asks. She shakes her head before looking around. "What am I looking at?"
I look around again but don't see anything. In fact, everything looks normal here. There are soldiers marching around. Mechanics fixing tanks and jeeps. A few regimes are hovering, guarding New Metropolis. Everything looks normal.
"Ahh," I sigh, lowering my head. "I think I need to see down for a little bit."
I turn around and head for my room. As I head for my room, I see the soldiers around Dinah looking at me.
"Weird," I think, looking right back at them. "There's only four soldiers. But wait. I could have sworn there were five before. Five soldiers."
I stop and count again.
"No. Only four soldiers. Where did the fifth one go?"
Before I can get it much thought, I hear Kal-El's voice over the speakers.
"Kara! Dinah! Report to the meeting chamber immediately! I have a mission for you two!"
"Come on," Dinah says, hitting my arm as she runs past me. I shake my head and follow after her. As the two of us enter the meeting chamber, we see Kal-El with Diana, Victor, and Bruce.
"What's the mission," I ask, landing in front of Kal-El.
"Deathstroke and Red Hood," Kal-El answers. "They're attacking another convoy en route to Hub City! You two, along with Bruce, capture them and bring them back here!"
"Of course," Dinah says. We all nod our heads and run outside. While Dinah flies with Bruce in the Batwing, I fly alongside them toward the convoy.
"I have them," Bruce says. "Straight ahead!"
"Thanks," I reply. Flying a little faster, I go ahead and look down. Outside Hub City, on an empty interstate, I see unconscious soldiers around One Earth supplies trucks. Looking closely, I see two people still standing. Only, there's not One Earth soldier.
Deathstroke:
"Hey kid," I say, ejecting the empty clip before reaching into my back pocket for another one. "You ready for this."
"Yeah," Jason says, twirling his knife. "Are you, old man?"
"Oh yeah," I say, slamming the clip into my machine pistol. "I'm ready."
As Jason and I look up, we both raise our guns and fire. As expected, our bullets deflect right off Supergirl. We can't do anything except jump back as Supergirl crashes into the ground. Both of us aiming at her, I look up and see the Batwing.
"Take your pick," I say, looking at Jason. "The girl with bulletproof skin or the man with the giant, flying, war machine."
"I pick the man with the giant flying war machine," Jason answers.
"Rather fight your dad than Supergirl?"
"We don't exactly have much of a father and son relation," Jason says, stepping back. As he steps back, Jason pulls out some grenades from within his jacket and throws them into the air. The grenades explode and knock the Batwing around. While Jason deals with his daddy issue, I look at Supergirl as she stares me down.
"That's not going to hurt me," she says. I look at the machine pistol in my hand.
"Normal bullets don't hurt you," I say with a smile. "These aren't normal. They're explosive."
I then shoot at Supergirl. She crosses her arms as dozens and dozens of tiny explosives hit her. Forcing her back, I stop shooting and switch to the gun's secondary fire.
With the secondary fire ready, I aim at the ground and pull the trigger. A small, silver disc shoots out. It lands on the ground only a foot or two from Supergirl. As it lands, a tiny head and legs shoot out. The tiny little disc sees Supergirl and starts shooting at her. She screams as she raises her arms and shields herself.
Switching back to the primary fire, I shoot more explosive rounds at Supergirl as I walk toward her. With me on one side and the turret on the other side, we keep Supergirl pinned down.
Now standing over Supergirl, I keep shooting her until I hear a click. As my machine pistol clicks, I reach for another magazine but Supergirl must have heard the click as well. Swinging her arms outward, she hits and knocks me back.
Hitting the ground, I look at Supergirl as she stomps on my turret, crushing it. I bring up my gun again but Supergirl uses her super speed to reach me in seconds. Even before I can squeeze the trigger, Supergirl slaps the gun out of my hand and grabs me by the throat.
"What are you waiting for," I say, choking as Supergirl holds me up. "Just do it! Use your laser vision! Burn a hole in me!"
"I'm...I'm not going to do that," Supergirl says. "We don't do things like that!"
"Cleary," I say with a chuckle. "Your memory's a bit off."
"My memory is a bit off," Supergirl repeats. She looks away as I say this.
"Supergirl," Batman says. He and Black Canary are standing side-by-side, with Jason tied up at their feet. "We got Red Hood. Time to go back to New Metropolis."
"Yeah, sure," Supergirl says. She nods her head and throws me to Batman. He ties me up as well and throws Jason and me into the trunk of the Batwing.
The Invisible Man:
Watching as Bruce throws both Jason and Slade into the Batwing's trunk, he and Dinah then climb in. As the two climbs into the Batwing, the window closes. As soon as the window closes, I jump on, trying to be as quiet as possible.
"Off to New Metropolis," I think, holding on.