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"Do you feel it?" She asked over her shoulder to the tied-up Maxwell Lord. The last name on her list. "The terror? The helplessness? It is only a bare minimum to how I've felt over the last few years." Her white cape billowed in the wind. Her voice cold with barely reigned in anger. After asking her question she faced forward again.
It had taken her several months before she was able to capture Lord. She had spent the time cleaning up Cadmus. Destroying every base. Every lab. Everything and most of the people that had serious ties with Cadmus felt her wrath.
At the beginning of her crusade, she decided to find a way to get around Kryptonite as her enemies seem to have a good stockpile of the poisonous material. She had spent weeks inside the Fortress of Solitude. It was possible that she had gone a little insane during that time after she had lost her parents in rapid succession. It wasn't just the fact she had lost her parents though... She had lost everyone.
All thanks to THEM!
The first thought she had when her grief had turned to rage was the fact that she needed a way to get around Kryptonite. It was how THEY had MURDERED her mother, father, and cousin. She had barely kept herself together after that but it hadn't been enough. Oh no. Those monsters wouldn't be satisfied until they dealt with all of them. It was with her family in mind that she along with the Fortress's AIs and robot assistant Kelex created a set of battle armor that would protect her from not only Kryptonite but other weaponry that Cadmus had created. While her family had been superheroes, she hadn't ever put on a costume until then. Not that she was much of a superhero. She had simply put herself out there to let her enemies know that she was coming for them. That they could run. They could hide.
They had after a few confrontations. She was different than her parents. Her father, when he first became a hero hadn't cared for the criminals or enemies he fought. He would break limbs and overall leave them at death's doorstep. The first time she had seen Lillian Luthor's face after leaving the Fortress of Solitude was when she had broken into a Cadmus lab. Apparently, the head scientist had been having some form of skype call with the Luthor matriarch. She had snapped when hearing that woman's voice. She ended up beating the head scientist to death and the thrill of seeing the look on Lillian's face after she was done had made her feel amazing. She had ignored the shame at the time. The urge to vomit had also been strong but she had shoved it down.
She had destroyed the facility. There were no prisoners there, only scientists and security. Her battle armor hadn't even been necessary as they had not been expecting an attack from her or any other Kryptonian. None of those that stood in her way could stand after taking a punch that was fueled by her anger. Whether she killed them or crippled them it no longer mattered to her. She was out for justice. Vengeance.
That was the day she really sat down and wrote down a list of names. Surprisingly that hadn't happened as she was creating her battle armor. It might have been due to her state at the time. Focused only on completing her armor because if she thought about that... she would likely have ended up a catatonic mess on the floor.
The knowledge that she was about to draw a line through the last name on her list made her smile. Soon... she would be with her family again.
Maxwell Lord looked at the daughter of his greatest enemy. He never thought the daughter of Supergirl would get this far. It didn't take a trained professional to figure out that the young woman, his soon to be killer, had a few screws loose. At least it seemed that way to him. Which would be understandable. In fact, it would be a little more worrying if she was perfectly sane after all that had happened. He remembered the meetings after she had vanished off the face of the Earth. They hadn't worried. Arrogantly assuming that she wasn't a threat. She was just a fifteen-year-old girl at the time. Sure, she was a Kryptonian but they had Kryptonite. They never suspected that she would go down this road. Sure, they all held the suspicion that she would come after them. To try and lock them up. They had been fools.
They had never suspected that she would build a set of armor that would protect her from Kryptonite. Nor did they ever expect her to start killing. Fools. What fools they had been. One by one they were killed. Hunted like animals.
He was the last one.
"You can kill me," Max said and with significant effort, he kept his voice from shaking. He knew he was dead. Still, he decided to put on a brave face."Do whatever you want to me. It still won't bring them back."
Her hands slowly tightened into fists.
"I wonder... Would they be proud of what you've become?" Max asked before continuing, "Supergirl's and Ultraman's precious little girl... reduced to a killer. I guess you take more after your father."
"Shut up." She said while trying to keep it together. Keep her emotions under control.
"They got exactly what they deserved!" Max shouted at her. "Would you like to hear how I laughed when the mighty Supergirl was put down by a kryptonite bull-Urg!"
She had moved from her spot near the edge of the building over to where she had left Maxwell Lord laying. Her hand was around his neck and she easily lifted him up. As if weighed nothing. He was nothing. Scum. Absolute scum! Her rage was so great that it would impress a Red Lantern.
With that firmly in mind, she walked over to the edge of the building, still holding Max up with one hand like it was nothing. Not even reacting to his feeble attempts to get free. He kicked her several times but it barely registered. It was probably hurting his foot more than it was hurting her.
Maxwell knew he had pushed too far the moment she had turned around. Her superhero attire not as colorful as her mother's. Instead of a skirt and a blue long-sleeved shirt, she wore a black bodysuit with a white cape. A white shield was on her chest and instead of the red S that was on her mother's costume, it was a blood red U. Similar to the one that had been on her father's outfit. Max never thought that when Supergirl died his life would take this turn. Now here he was, about to be tossed off the roof of a tall building. A similar fate to the one General Lane had been gifted with.
"I want to see if you can fly, Mr. Lord." She said with a dark smile on her face before she tossed the bound man off the roof. Taking great enjoyment in his screams as he fell. Her smile widened a bit more as the scream was cut off as Maxwell Lord smacked the concrete road. A second of silence was quickly followed by screams of the people who witnessed the whole thing.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before letting it out. She opened her eyes before rising up into the air, ignoring the calls of her name, she turned and flew away from National City. The city her parents had once protected. She had brought Max Lord back to this city for that very reason. To end it... where it all began. Once she was far enough from the city she broke the sound barrier as she flew to the Fortress of Solitude. If there was one thing in the world that brought her joy these days it was flying. She always enjoyed pushing herself to see how fast she could fly.
She briefly wondered what the headline would be. Some people in the news seem to quietly support her campaign of revenge but others disapproved. Always saying that she should turn the people over to the police. The military had been sent after her more than once. Not that they could ever hope to stop her. She usually left them alone, simply flying away from the confrontation. Still, every time she heard someone say she should turn over the ones she was after to the proper authorities...
That kind of thinking is what ultimately led to the death of her family. The only way to end the threat an enemy possessed was to wipe them off the face of the Earth, permanently. Her enemies showed no mercy so why should she give them any?
She had felt shame. Tremendous shame after the first few times she took the lives of those who stood in her way. At night, when she was alone, she could almost see her mother lurking in the shadows. Looking at her with disappointment shining in those blue orbs.
It caused her to kill more because in some twisted way she could see her mother again.
Rao... she had been so close to the edge during that first year. Her sanity chipped away. It was likely that she was still on the edge.
Eventually, she stopped seeing the... ghost? ... Hallucination? ... She had raged a few days after that before breaking down and pleading for her mother to come back. For her family to come back.
They weren't coming back.
It was then she decided that she would join them after completing her list. She had yet to decide on how she would end her life. Perhaps a kryptonite bullet to the temple? She wanted it to be quick and painless.
She was a bit surprised when she mentioned her intentions to Kelex and the robot had said some things that made her wonder if it had tried to talk her out of it... in its only little way. Unless she turned him off before ... Joining her family... she had no idea how long his power supply would last. She never really put much thought into it after setting out to rid the world of those who had a hand in her family's murder. She could remember vaguely that the Fortress's power supply would last for a little over five thousand years.
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Once she was close enough to the Fortress of Solitude her speed decreased, coming to a full stop before descending from the sky. The cold would likely be unbearable for a human but she had no physical reaction to it. The last Kryptonian landed without making a single sound. Quickly walking up to the entrance. She waited for the scanner to move up her body, after remembering the story of how Hank Henshaw had infiltrated the Fortress by using her mother's blood, had caused her to make improvements to the security. With the help of the various AIs and Kelex, the Fortress's security had been taken to the next level. Nobody was getting in without a Herculean effort.
"Welcome back Alexia." Kelex greeted her.
"It's good to be back Kelex." She said while floating through the fortress, Kelex followed her. "It's finally over."
"You have finished off the last name on your list?"
Alexia didn't respond immediately. Her mind drifting back to Maxwell Lord's screams as he fell. She had always made the ones on her list scream before their lives ended. Always wanted them to feel the pain and terror she had felt. By some miracle or some cruel joke by Rao or whatever deity existed... or perhaps it was simply luck... where her family fell... she lived. Because they had protected her.
She shoved down the thoughts that were just about to start plaguing her. She didn't want to think about it anymore. Today was a good day. A day to celebrate and for the first time in years, she could truly feel happiness and joy. Maxwell Lord died screaming and with the knowledge, he couldn't stop his fate. Justice had been served. But, before the celebration could begin, she had to visit her family. She had feared another Bizarro situation, or perhaps it could have been even worse. She had taken the bodies of her family and had brought them to the Fortress of Solitude where they were put to rest in a whole new room that Kelex had built. She paused just outside the room and prepared herself. It had never been easy to go into this room, but she had every time she had finished off a name on her list.
The door slid open after she placed her hand on the scanner. She took a deep breath and entered the room. In the room were eight pedestals. Two on the right, two on the left, two at the back of the room. Each pedestal was four feet in height and each held an urn that contained the ashes of her family. The two on the right was dedicated to her godmothers, Alex Danvers and Maggie Danvers nee Sawyer. The ones who cared for her after the death of her parents. Unfortunately, their lives were ended by a group of mercenaries which Alexia had tracked back to Lillian Luthor. The eventual first name on her list. The mercenaries were dead along with their employer. She had hunted them down too... one by one. The last one committed suicide just as she kicked down his front door.
Pussed out like a bitch.
Alexia bowed her head in respect to her godparents before turning to face the pair of urns on the left side of the room, one that belonged to Kal-El... Clark Kent... Superman. Her second cousin. The other urn held the remains of Lois Kent nee Lane. They had been killed before Alex and Maggie. Apparently, if you have enough money and get it into the hands of the right people you can do almost anything. Lex Luthor had been released from prison without public knowledge. Even with her searches and interrogations, Alexia hadn't been able to figure out who in the US government had okayed the man's release.
Lex had built a bigger and better warsuit. The attack was without warning. Superman had barely been able to defend himself against the attack because Lex hadn't targeted him at first. No. He had targeted Lois. It...
She didn't like thinking about it. Alex had caught her watching the raw footage online. It had been quite an argument.
It didn't matter now. Lex Luthor was dead. The Luthor family had been wiped off the face of the Earth. Good riddance.
She bowed her head to the urns of Kal-El and Lois Lane.
Slowly she lifted her head back up before turning to face the pair of urns at the back of the room. Behind the pedestals were life-size replica statues of her parents. Kara Zor-El and Jon-Zod.
The statues were also wearing replicas of their costumes. Her mother's statue had on her classic superhero attire which consisted of a blue shirt with the symbol of House El on the chest, a gold strap around the waist, a red skirt, and a pair of over the knee red boots. Her mom had also worn a pair of tights under the skirt so no one could get a glimpse of her underwear. The statue also had her mother's cape.
Her father's superhero attire wasn't as colorful when compared to mom's. Where her mother's costume was red, blue, and yellow. Her father had kept it simple, he had worn a black bodysuit. Black boots. Black cape. The only other color the man had on his suit was the crimson U on his chest. He always liked to say his costume made him 'dark and mysterious' and that 'the fangirls loved it', her mother would usually give him this look and he would just laugh.
Good times... good memories.
The longer she looked at the statues, the more her chest began to hurt.
"I did it." She told the statues. "I killed them all. Maxwell Lord was the last one. I dropped him off a building."
Silence.
"I... I'm not going to apologize. I know you would be disappointed... Well... at least one of you would be." She joked.
Silence.
"I did what I had to do!" She screamed. Alexia could just feel her mother's judgment yet even her mother would have probably gone off the rails and killed the people who murdered her family. At least some part of Alexia hoped her mother would. Had Kara been the one alive at the end of it... Ultragirl shook her head. What ifs didn't matter. In less than twenty-four hours she would be reunited with her family again.
She wondered if the Afterlife had bars...
"I love you mom... dad." She bowed her head. "I hope to see you soon."
With that said and done she turned on her heel and walked out of the room. The door closing behind her.
She ignored Kelex while slowly rising into the air. Floating to where she kept the alien alcohol. She had been thinking about a particular bottle that had belonged to her father. He had never gotten to drink it but he would always tell her the story about the first time he had managed to get her mother to share a bottle with him back before she had been born.
To her knowledge, her mother had never touched the stuff again. Apparently, if you vomit after drinking it, your vomit is purple. Weird.
It didn't take long before she was holding the large bottle of Ryncol and floating to her bedroom.
"I wish to be alone Kelex." She told the robot assistant that was following her.
"Of course, Alexia." Kelex stopped and let Alexia float away. The robot then went to tend to his duties.
Once inside her bedroom, she got to work on drinking the Ryncol. The first drink caused her to gag. This wasn't her first rodeo when it came to drinking. She had tried various alien alcohols. This wouldn't be her first-time drunk but by Rao's light was Ryncol bad. It burned. She took a deep breath before taking another drink. Then another. Another. Another. Another, and after a while, she didn't care about the burn. It wasn't a bad burn anymore. It felt good. Alexia focused on the taste of the Ryncol and the burn. To forget everything else for a while. It would all be over tomorrow... she just wanted one last day... here in her room... Drinking.
She briefly imagined the lecture her parents were going to give her when she saw them again.
This caused her to gulp down the Ryncol even quicker to sooth the ache that usually followed when she thought about her parents.
Once the bottle was drained, Alexia was laying on her stomach. She felt warm and tingly, a part of her knew she would probably regret draining the entire bottle in the morning but at that moment she didn't care. Didn't care about anything except the warm feeling that was spread throughout her body. She closed her eyes and it wasn't long before she passed out into a drunken sleep. Free of thoughts. Free of her pain... if only for a little while.
However, just outside the Fortress of Solitude, out of nowhere a wormhole appeared. The Fortress shook as did the ground and in the blink of an eye, the Fortress of Solitude was sucked into the wormhole. As quickly as it appeared the wormhole vanished.
Conspiracy Theories would run rampant as Earth 45 would wonder what happened to Ultragirl. However, in time new heroes would rise to protect the innocent and time would go on.
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"Oh, Raoooo." Alexia let out a mixture of a whine and a moan of pain as she woke up. It felt as if someone was taking a kryptonite-tipped jackhammer to her head. She scrambled off the bed and only got a few steps away before the contents of her stomach decided to greet her.
"Well... would you look at that... it is purple!" She exclaimed weakly before laughing which stopped as she threw up again. Already knowing that she was going to hate cleaning it up.
The door to her room slid open and Kelex floated into the room.
"Alexia." The robot didn't comment on the purple vomit on the floor. "Something is wrong."
"What is it Kelex?" She asked while trying to ignore the smell her vomit was giving off. Oh Rao, did she have to drink the entire bottle?
"I scanned the area and it seems we are no longer in the Arctic." Kelex informed the daughter of Ultraman and Supergirl.
"...What?!"
"It appears we are on the continent of Antarctica."
"WHAT?!" Alexia yelled before hunching forward to throw up again. "Damn it! I'm never drinking again!"
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Ultragirl's costume was inspired by Justice Lord Superman's. Black, white, and red. Instead of an S in the shield, it is a blood red U. The Zod family crest in Man of Steel kind of looks like a U turned on its side. Well. More like the Colts football team symbol but.. meh.
I know Ultraman is basically the bad guy version of Superman in the Crime Syndicate.
However, in this fic, he was an Original Male Kryptonian who Kara met and fell in love with on Earth 45. This fic was delayed for a few days as I tried to think up a hero name for him. I decided to use Ultraman. Powerman was also considered. Overman... Which is basically the name of a Superman who was raised in Nazi Germany. So... Ultraman won in the end. xD
I also have no beta. I apologize for any grammar and misspellings. I try to go over it but I might miss some.
I've also thought about writing a fic with him and Kara on Earth 38.