The Night of Pursuit

Hello there, readers of Fanfiction! Welcome to The Night of Pursuit. (Mwhahahah!) *thunder rumbles and lightning flashes*

Anyway… let's begin, shall we?

ONE

CatCo Worldwide Media

"Kara!"

"Kara Danvers!"

"Kara of the Danvers!"

"Earth to Kara!"

Lena grumbled. Her friend could be ever so ignorant sometimes.

She walked up to Kara, patting her shoulder gently. The blonde's ponytail flew around as she looked up at Lena with that bright and smiling face.

"Hey, Lena. What's up?"

Lena glared at her and Kara frowned. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, "Why are you looking at me like I ran over your cat?"

"Because, Kara Danvers, you ignored me when I was practically screaming your name in vain!" Lena said in a stern but hushed voice – after all, CatCo employees would not appreciate their boss yelling so vociferously. Kara rolled her eyes in return.

"Rude." Lena remarked, raising her eyebrows in contempt. The CEO looked down at her own outfit. She was dressed in a very fine azure dress with light blue streaks down the side. It hugged her figure tightly. Kara's attire was quite different: she sported a playful pastel pink jumper with a blue shirt underneath and grey jeans. Lena mentally noted that she would have to take Kara adult-shopping some time.

"I'm sorry, Lena." Kara sighed. "Snapper has been chasing me all day and he's got me engrossed in this new story." Lena peered over her shoulder, watching her briskly type on her computer.

"What's it about?"

"Oh." Kara grinned. "It's about something super exciting. Word on the street is that the Sprites-"

"The drug-dealing gang." Lena intervened as Kara nodded her head.

"Have got a new supply of drugs coming in this evening. I plan on telling my wonderfully super-"

"Okay," Lena said once more, causing Kara to glare indignantly. "You've used super twice in five minutes now. I'm going to hazard a guess that this has something to do with Supergirl?"

"Yes!" Kara exclaimed as she eyes Snapper's emerging form from the conference room. "I'm going to tell her and she's going to bust them and I'll get the facts and publish a badass article!"

Before Lena could speak, Kara quickly glanced over her shoulder to see Snapper loathingly knock over someone's coffee as he approached Kara's desk.

"Quick. Snapper's coming: hide me." She muttered quietly. Lena heard it and managed a quick laugh. Her cheery expression was soon extinguished as the disagreeable man approached them. She walked up to him and sternly said: "You're reporters are lagging behind, Snapper. Kara Danvers is the only one that's got a good story." Snapper grumbled in return.

Lena disappeared among the crowd but not before winking at Kara. Kara smiled, before gluing her eyes to the computer screen where she was gathering facts.

Kara could feel Snapper's horrid breath on her face. "Danvers. Office. Now."

Then he was gone.

Kara awkwardly got up and followed him into his office.

"Luthor tells me you have a good story. Spill." He said, spinning on his chair.

"Drugs-"

"Boring." He mumbled. His eyes scanned over the papers on his desk until he picked one up. Before Kara could protest he threw it at Kara. She was taken aback and therefore hastily caught and re-organized the papers in her hands.

"What do you want me to do with this?"

"Read it, Danvers. This masterpiece before you is a juicy fruit. One with twists and turns, one that makes me engaged. And interested." He looked at her with hateful eyes. "Your 'drug-story' is a fruit that has been picked one too many times, and because of that, it is dirty and bland – ruined by the hands of mankind. Find me a juicy fruit, Danvers."

And with that, he glared menacingly at her, and that told her to get out as soon as possible.

Kara briskly escaped Snapper's wrath.

"Jeez..." she muttered under her breath, whilst shaking her head. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

Unfortunately, she was so occupied with Snapper that she walked straight into Eve.

"Ah! Sorry, Kara." She said, red-faced. Kara brushed it off, as the latter walked off in a huff. However, before Eve could vanish into the crowds of CatCo, Kara caught up to her.

"What's up? You seem really stressed out."

Eve sighed. Her hair was strangely tangled and her breathing was erratic.

"Don't worry, its nothing. It's just that-"

Suddenly the elevator pinged. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the doors as they opened with a hiss.

Gasps filled the room, and Kara could swear that she heard someone run away. Kara herself was in shock as none other than the glorious Cat Grant strode from the elevator.

Donning her usual sunglasses – despite the miserable weather – she took them off and put a hand on her hip. Looking around, she caught the gazes of the many terrified employees. Lena had also noticed the medial mogul's presence and her mouth was wide open.

Cat though, was looking around disapprovingly.

"What the hell has happened to my office?"

Unknown

He smiled. Everything was going to plan. Gazing at the stunning National City skyline, he let out a huge sigh.

The man turned around, picking up the revolver lying on the rooftop. He opened the barrel swiftly and filled it with five, fine lead bullets. Using his other hand, he rummaged through his bag, finding a lead-encased box. Opening it with unerring grace, he picked up the contents. The man shut the lid of the box, and it locked with a soft click.

Examining the green-gleaming bullet, he put it in the barrel. "You can never be too careful," he whispered.

Feeling the gun in his hand, he aimed it at a photo of Lena Luthor smiling deceivingly.

One second passed. One bullet had left the chamber. Two seconds passed. Two bullets had left the chamber. Three seconds passed. Three bullets had left the chamber. Four, then five seconds passed, and then only one bullet was left. It was the Kryptonite one.

Beaming with joy, the man left the rooftop, leaving the hole-ridden photo hanging.

TBC...