Helloooo everyone! Like every other fanfiction author, I'm coming back to my stories to update them after years of abandoning them out of fear of dying to what is going on right now, I have no clue whether the word is blacklisted on the website just like it was on Youtube but I'm not taking any chances. So I'm going to be trying my best to come up with chapters and maybe even wrap up some stories If I can and it won't create problems with the narrative because some of them are structured into Longfics. Anyway, hope yall enjoy! I'm Back!

WHITE HOUSE

"Can't you just do something? She trusts you apparently! The fate of the world is literally on the palm of your hands just how you've always wanted it, just like Lex. Yet you decide not to do anything! You're just a coward, caring only for yourself while letting the rest of the world suffer," Superman glared at Maxwell while the man stood unflinching even as the more powerful being's eyes began to show a glimmer of red.

"And what exactly do you want me to do, oh great Boy Scout of America?" Lord demanded while showing no emotion. The President stood by watching the two of them knowing better than to interrupt the current feud between men that made him seem like nothing more than a trinket, a trophy for the civilians. The current grief of the country has reminded him that he has no power over titans like them. Corporate and literal ones.

"If you don't remember, she is your cousin. She has all of your strengths, maybe even more, and next to none of your weaknesses. Her humanity is shredding. The Red K has made sure that this is the last stretch for that side of her. She's already quite unreasonable only understanding and agreeing to my proposals to keep me on her side. But soon even that's going to be gone." He massaged his brow and sighed. "The only way to stop her. Is to, well, kill her. And are you willing to do that?" He questioned him.

"Yes. I'm here after all."

Superman's answer surprised Maxwell. It kind of made him look up to the being that he despises. To be ready to sacrifice everything including the last of your family to keep another species safe. Multiple times he heard the Man of Steel praise humanity. He's said that he admires them for their skills, for their tenacity, and their real nature. But Maxwell always thought that they were just words. That he was just like the government. Always said something to remain on the public's good side. Stand there smile for some pictures then leave with his real agenda something he considered a normal routine for himself. But now he realised how wrong he was.

"Are you?"

"Huh?" Maxwell broke out of his thoughts.

"Are you willing to do whatever it takes to stop my cousin?" Superman demanded.

"Of course. I have no attachment to your cousin. It wouldn't be hard to just shoot her behind her back," Maxwell lied to his face. As an expert liar, Superman couldn't tell if it was indeed a lie. But now Lord found himself questioning why he didn't want to kill the former superheroine.

"Excuse me for interrupting. But if you're capable of doing all that, why don't you? My legacy is on the line. I will be remembered for being the President who let a nuclear alien destroy the country. And you're telling me that you could've done this a long time ago!?"

Lord glared at the President to fall silent. "Okay one. I'm an honourable man. Stabbing people in the back isn't my thing," he came up with an excuse. "But when I'm left with no choice, I'll gladly do it. But, Two—" He looked at Superman to make sure he was following "—she's your cousin. And like I said. She is very powerful and she wouldn't mind swatting me like a fly if she caught on to what I'm doing. And I wouldn't be very helpful as a stain on the wall. I will find a way to stop her though. And three, I never said I could've done this a long time ago."

"I think I found a way, Maxwell." Superman walked over to the President's desk, which was empty (the man was backed into a corner trying to make himself invisible again) and started to speedily rummage through all the papers until he found what he was looking for. "Mister President. I need access to this—"

He raised the papers he found up to the other two men for them to see "—The last pieces of Kryptonite you guys have, I've already got someone else acquiring the Kryptonite I entrusted to STAR labs," he glared at Lord — The man wanted to get his hands on those pieces of Kryptonite when the company announced the trust it had with Superman. "My cousin destroyed all the other samples before she became infected with the Red K. From a Paranoia of being weak. With it, we plan to lace the planet's atmosphere with Kryptonite to make it inhospitable for her."

"Seriously?" Lord's jaw dropped. "I don't know what to tell you. Not only is that dangerous for the people dispersing the agent, but we don't know the ramifications that this could have on the world as a whole since it's a radioactive material. Not to mention that you would never be able to return yourself. And if we ever need you…"

"So under all that sternness and acting, you actually care," Superman morbidly chuckled. "This is our last gambit though. We can't stop Supergirl, and as time goes by, Kryptonite is affecting her less than it used to. I hypothesize that it's because a green rock is easy to adapt to. But once we grind that kryptonite into a fine pile of dust, it'll be harder to adjust to when you're constantly breathing it in. I also had STAR labs make some modifications so that the radiation only targets Kryptonian DNA and makes its effects 3x stronger against it."

CAT

Broken pedestals are normally brought on when you meet your hero and realize that the smiles and good-natured conversations held in public are just an act for the public because they, in reality, are assholes to almost anyone. It's always the "Never bite the hand that feeds you" sort of thing for celebrities. But it's a whole different thing when your idol, your hero, the person you tried to give everything to tries to kill you, unsuccessfully of course. Cat Grant is hard to get rid of when she takes on the characteristics of her namesake such as their nine lives.

She was still finding it hard to deal with the fallout from the public. Everyone in National City was afraid. They once loved and adored their local hero and knew everything about her powers and how they could bring down the toughest criminals that came their way. And when you know how something works, such as a microwave, your fear will amount 10 fold because you know exactly how violent micro radiation bombards objects.

In their fear, National City was trying to pass on the blame of trusting a homicidal alien onto the news channel that basically endorsed her for these past few months. No one could blame them. Would you want to accept that your judgement was faulty when you trusted someone who became a mass murderer?

Cat Grant might not have died the day Supergirl tossed her off a building, but her persona as the wisest woman on the planet did vanish by the time her feet touched the ground again.

"Ms Grant? Are you alright?" James asked as he came into the room.

Grant was rubbing her temples trying to restart those gears in her head that have saved her from a myriad of similar situations. But they didn't want to turn, they were stuck with cobwebs and dust covering them. She reached out to grab her coffee and take a sip, maybe that would help her thoughts gain life.

"This coffee is cold, call in Kiera," Grant ordered forgetting that her happy bubbly assistant no longer worked for her. "And I would've thought she already knew what I liked, Mocha isn't one of them." She focused on her computer screen and started typing random words trying to look busy in front of James.

"Kara… doesn't work here anymore, and I'm pretty sure you're not actually typing anything, so what's wrong?" James repeated.

Knowing that she wouldn't be able to find a way out of this conversation, Ms Grant decided to just get it over with. At least this session of therapy would be free. She had no clue why she spent hundreds per hour on a useless person that wouldn't even try to help her with situations. After mentally making a note to fire her therapist and look for another more useful one, she began her conversation with James.

"I've been hated before, James. My first boyfriend couldn't put up with my 'cold demeanour' so I left him. It took me some time to truly get over him but I managed and I became a better woman because of it.

"I was never sure about Clark. When you're with him, you get this feeling that he lacks a single bad bone in his body. He loves everyone but no matter how much I tried, I never was able to get him to look at me the way I looked at him. He only ever had eyes for Lois, which I'm sure you were aware of before that fish-eyed woman." James cleared his throat as he stopped himself from trying to defend his best friends and continue listening to his boss.

"Then there are all of my ex-husbands and my sons. None of the men I cared for left still loving me. They all despise me, but I don't care, they are worthless SOBs. And I tried to be a good mother for my kids. I once took them to the circus you know. Even though I knew it was a waste of time. Who wants to pay to see sad men and tortured animals? I don't see them as often as I would like, but when I do, they avoid making eye contact and I have one-sided conversations with them. It's like talking to a wall.

"My point is that I've been through all this and I've always come out on top. I've overcome every single obstacle that God has thrown at me with those jealous multi-talented hands. But I don't think I'll be able to get out of this one. I convinced everyone to trust a psychotic alien that can destroy our world with a single breath. I can't think of a way out and honestly, I don't think I want to."

Cat Grant drew in a deep breath and sighed. Her gaze went past Olsen and focused on the city outside of the windows. Moments of sunshine were rare in National City and at the present moment with everything that was happening, those moments were like a slap on the face since they illuminated the occasional plume of smoke in the distance that came from Powergirl's rampage.

Thankfully, today was a cloudy one making the city a dull grey. No glimmer of hope would exist to be shredded to pieces today. It was a sad train of thought but people who couldn't see the compassion in it were just idiots who were fooling themselves.

UNITED NATIONS

After Toxicity

Every country always thinks themselves as the best of any other. No foreigner would have what it takes to run another country after all. No other power is as dangerous as themselves. They have the bloodthirst that makes others back down in a split second. No one else has the tact to lead a nation gracefully. And they're all right in a way.

But no one is as great as America, duh. We have the greatest army in the world with thousands of soldiers all well trained to do their respective jobs. There's no individuality among its ranks so everyone is a well-oiled machine when they work together loading their weapons, firing upon enemies and coming up with the best tactics.

We also run the world economy. While the US might not be the leading exporter, we still export an enormous amount considering our size. Not to mention that the oil industry is under our finger. Everyone also comes to young brother America when they need help fighting their enemy.

However, all this, right now, doesn't matter. The other nations might as well be calling the American President a coward as he walked down the rows of country representatives in the building. You didn't need supervision to see the beads of sweat incessantly rolling down his forehead and you didn't need to be psychic to know how uncomfortable he was presenting himself to a meeting about what to do with the new Powergirl.

As the American president took a seat at the foot of the main table, every leader began their queries in hushed whispers while sneaking looks at him until a woman climbed up to begin the meeting.

"It should be obvious as to why we are all here today," the British Prime Minister began. "I should not need to remind you all, so we shall begin with it. Supergirl is the greatest threat to our world at the moment. Never before have we dealt with a villain that deals a deadly hand to our planet, with the exception, of course, of Alexander Joseph Luthor."

During the Prime Minister's pause, there were sounds of unsure coughs and restless shuffling at the mention of the evil genius that nearly destroyed the planet a few years ago by changing the composition of their sun. The mad genius must be proud of himself by predicting a rogue Kryptonian, even if that Kryptonian isn't the one he hated all his life.

"Because of this, we need to figure out how to deal with this threat. I have conversed with her cousin, the man of steel, and the golden hope of the future for all of humanity. Like many of you, I suspected that it would be a difficult task to convince him to turn against his blood and only tie to his people, but he was surprisingly reasonable. Though, it should not have been considering how bravely he fought against the sudden appearance of the bloodthirsty Kryptonian, Zodd.

"Before we could come to a conclusive plan, he flew off saying that he had something to do first and that if I wanted to know how he would be getting rid of Supergirl, I should contact the American President, Bernard Shepp. With that being said, I will now turn over the meeting to him so that we can hear what was agreed upon." The Prime Minister stepped down from her stand to allow a nervous Shepp to replace her.

President Shepp reached the Podium and tried to rest his shaking hands when a thunderous crack from outside pierced the room. Everyone's eyes widened in fear as they awaited the culprit to break into the place. There was no one else it could be and sure enough, a moment later the roof caved in crushing several representatives.

Powergirl floated into the spacious room high above them all. A physical metaphor for her power compared to them. Her eyes glowed purple as she tore through the Prime Minister's body with her heat vision causing the room to stink of burnt meat and hair. Some of her heat vision spilled through the writhing woman and sparked flames to life that devoured the floor to feed itself.

The room erupted into chaos as the world leaders screamed in fear and tried to dash towards freedom. Powergirl's heat vision cut through the ceiling going after the exits and breaking the lights in the process. Everything was plunged into darkness with the only sources of light coming from the distant hole in the ceiling, the purple glow of heat vision, and the red intensity of the flickering flames that added to the stench in the room.

A majority of the people had gathered at one of the entrances that had less debris blocking it and began tearing it apart to escape from the alien's wrath. Powergirl looked at them with a smug smile enjoying their frenzy. Then, just as they managed to open the door, she barreled into them with superspeed and dissolved them into clouds of blood.

She turned her attention to the rest of the room and unleashed a breath of cold air. Many people flew high into the air while the fire fought successfully for its survival. An African leader let out a screech as he fell and got stabbed on a flag soaking it in his blood. A few fell into the fire breaking their legs forcing them to lie in the flames.

Heat Vision lit the room again as she brutally cut through the rest of the survivors. Not everyone was immediately dead. There were still a lot of people suffering and unable to escape Powergirl's sadism. And only one person remained unscathed, President Shepp who was trying his best to hide behind the podium. But even though he was out of sight, Powergirl could still hear his shortened breaths and rapid heartbeat.

She dropped heavily onto the wooden floor of the stage where a fallen yet functioning camera was still recording all the suffering and broadcasting it to the world showing them how a majority of the countries would now be leaderless.

Powergirl scoffed at the man and craned her neck to look at the camera, "These are your leaders, pathetic excuses for apes. They bend over at the first sign of danger. Why do you even look up to them?" she slowly walked closer to the camera and crouched over it. If she were still wearing her previous costume, the whole world would have a glimpse up her skirt and she wouldn't even care, but all they had now was the darkness of her black uniform that was designed after her aunt Astra.

"Clark, if you don't bring me that weapon the DEO is planning to use, I will continue with every government in the world."

It's always amazing how strong human stupidity is whenever it overwrites our need for survival. President Shepp had remained petrified in place the whole time and only recognised the opening for his escape when Powergirl was done threatening her cousin. He might've had a chance to live, but now he's just a puddle of human meat and blood staining the floor of a crumble United Nations' building.

THE FORTRESS

Superman flew through the sky as a blur of blue and red. He was still in disbelief at how ruthless his cousin became under the influence of Red K. When he encountered that version of Kryptonite, he never became as violent as she did. The worst thing he ever did was rob a bank. She was out there sadistically murdering people.

He heard of the UN incident a while ago. Guilt hung in his heart for not being able to stop her.

That among many other loses of life was what was driving him to do the unthinkable and abandon his life on Earth. But there was still doubt in his heart. That's why he needed to confer with his father, the only other Kryptonian on the planet that could give him sound advice.

He flew into his Arctic fortress and wasted no time in getting to the console where his father lived. He didn't even stop to acknowledge Kelex's welcome.

"Hello, son." The image of Jor-El's face lit up the crystals in front of the control panel.

"Father," Superman started, "My cousin, Kara, she's turned against the planet, against me. And I know what I have to do, yet I have doubts about whether I can do it. I need your guidance, father."

"What do you need me for? You already know what the necessary course of action is."

"No, I don't. I have a plan. But it might be a deadly one for Kara. But I can't kill her, she is family and family is important to me. That's why I got help from the legion to save all of our ancestors and upload them into the fortress." Superman gazed at the crystals that filled the console, mostly half of them were members of the house of El.

"I understand this more than you know, Kal-El. Zodd was like a brother to me before he unleashed his terror upon Krypton. I acted late. I trusted that he would regain his senses and would stop and help us save the planet. Instead, he sped up the timeline and killed Krypton faster than I could save it.

"I was indecisive with my decision and weak in my resolution. You have your own chance to save your world. You know what you must do, and you came to clear any doubts you have. I know that in the past, I was tough on your decision to take in your cousin because of my estrangement with her mother, but none of that matters now.

Jor-El noticed that Kal was starting to shed some of the weight off his shoulders, even if he couldn't get rid of the guilt from what he was about to do. "Do not worry about not being able to come to the fortress either. You can take it with you as you journey through the galaxy or universe."

One of the crystals pulsed red softly. Karl reached out to it and gingerly picked it up.

"Never forget how much we love you, last son of Krypton," the fortress spoke using all of his ancestors' voices in unison.

As superman's last time to his home planet shook angrily and fell apart, the crystal he held in his hand materialised the image of his fortress in its core.

Hopefully, this conversation would be enough to give him strength when the time came.

LINDA DANIELS

The girl was head over heels over the cute guy who fell into her life twice. One of them was a bit more dramatic and straight out of an action movie, but she didn't care. He was a cute guy, mid-20s, short black hair, plump lips, and a very muscular body.

She took care of him while he was unconscious. She had no clue what happened to him but was happy to give him a hand in his fight against the terror striking alien.

Right now she was on his bed waiting for him to come back from his dash to the stores. With the terrorist attacks that ended the lives of so many Country Leaders, the public entered a panic as they tried to buy all the supplies they could get their hands on.

There were also curfews in place to keep citizens out of harm's way during the day and night. Everyone only had one hour to get to their jobs in the morning and couldn't come out of wherever they were until it was time again in the evening. If people wanted to go buy things at stores or restaurants, they had to sneak out just like Terry did and try not to get caught by Powergirl nor the new experimental soldiers on the prowl.

Even behind bars, Lex Luthor still had his influences and brought up an old experiment of his to the light. The Metallo surgeries that were used to fight Superman back in the day.

Linda sighed, sometimes she wanted to be like the superheroes out there, like Terry, and fight all of these deranged Psychopaths.

Outside of her dreams, it would be impossible. She was just a normal girl that was fresh out of high school helping run the family business. One motel out of several. And she wasn't even good at doing that. The only good thing that she did was meet a Batman! Maybe one day she could be with him as something more than a bad seamstress.

PRESS COVERAGE

—Today we arrive on the scene in New York where Powergirl's latest bout with the man of steel has decimated a majority of Manhattan and several blocks of suburbs in the area. It is unknown how much longer this will go on. Some maintain their belief in Superman defending his actions saying that he is only waiting for an opening to stop his wayward cousin. Others have lost hope saying that blood is stronger than anything in the world. All we can do is hope for the best and wait.—

A news chopper was recording all the damage Powergirl's fights and targeted attacks brought to many places on the planet. It switched videos showcasing a ruined part of Yosemite, a vaporized river that led to a former waterfall. New York came onto the air where a helicopter was capturing images of its smouldering remains. Squads of Police cars were left in the outskirts while the Police Men themselves ventured in to find survivors.

There was a lot of senseless destruction to cover. No one knew what Powergirl was actually trying to do. Her goals were so obscure that everyone just thought she was doing all this for fun. She couldn't possibly do this out of revenge since she'd only been in the public eye as a superhero for a few months as opposed to being a supervillain for nearly a year.

—We repeat our message. The government has issued a state of emergency. Do not come outdoors for any reason less you want to be caught in Supergirl's sight.

She is a dangerous criminal that will not hesitate to murder anyone in sight. As many of you may know, she killed most of the World Leaders. From both the United Nations and those who hold a dictatorial hold on their countries.

She stands no reason from former friends, colleagues, and her family. The person that we were all lulled to trust can be trusted no more. Stay inside folks. It's safer… It's better to starve to death than have your face melted off—