Thread: Wrecked on Apokolips {darkest_fate&Shadows}

Awake, Supergirl was awake, awake and aware. Her eyes locked on the beings as they entered, and the heroine had to fight against the fear she felt flooding her body. It spread throughout every inch of her, bringing its icy chill. Doomsday, the monster who killed Kara's cousin, Doomsday stood before her, glowering, breathing, and not far from him stood Darkseid. Supergirl had no illusions about her own abilities, no far flung fancies regarding her own strength. She knew she stood no chance against these two massive behemoths. Even Doomsday alone was enough to lay her low, but with Darkseid there? Supergirl might as well kiss her life goodbye. Her surprise deepened, therefore, when Darkseid spoke, spoke details. Not on Earth, as though Supergirl didn't already realize that painful fact, and a long way from rescue. Supergirl knew, knew in the depths of her heart, that rescue would come it had to come the League always saved its own. But would it come too late? These two merely had to step forward and they would end her then and there. As if reading the thought, Darkseid directed his gaze and attention to the monster in the room, well, the less intelligent monster. The Kryptonian stared as well, her blue eyes scanning the creature, that terror coiling tight in her taut abs. Not the original, not the bloodthirsty monster, not that such information was much of a relief. No, instead this was some copy, some duplicate that Darkseid could probably control. Perfected, stable, and apparently had just been tested on her cousin. Kara looked to Darkseid, forcing her face into a neutral expression despite the fear and anger that swam within her. Only Darkseid would think that more of Doomsday was a good idea the creature would one day turn on its master, even this docile clone would prove to be too much. And the League would be forced to come in and save him, sealing away another poor lifeform in some phantom zone. Indeed, Darkseid only confirmed Kara's suspicions. The creature had been tested. She had interrupted. She met the creature's cold gaze and felt the hatred within, hatred for her, hatred for her cousin, hatred for her race. Kara swallowed hard, becoming more and more convinced that she would not leave this room intact, if she left at all. Darkseid's words confirmed Kara's fears. She let out a sharp no as the creature blurred. Soon her throat was constricted by the thick hand, Kara struggling to breath, greedily sucking in the air with great hissing breaths. An arm pressed against her chest, pulling her tight. She felt her soft body giving way before his might, felt it fighting against the urge to wholly collapse against him. Then Kara felt the true horror. Something impossibly broad pressed against her lower half. It felt like a baton, or a steel rod of some kind. Something inhumanly large. Terrified that she already knew the truth, Kara tilted her head, looking down. There within the tight confines of the shorts bulged what she feared most. This clone, this version of the monster, had been given male genitalia, and that genitalia had swollen, bulging out the pants in desire for her. Kara felt the thickness of him pressing against her, thankful for the panties that protected her, feeble though they were. The heroine trembled, she swallowed hard, she forced herself to look up into the creature's eyes. The cold hatred there made Kara's stomach drop. You know you'll never get away with this, she said, her voice wobbling, her eyes flicking to Darkseid. All you're going to do is tick off the League. And this thing is going to destroy your planet if you're not careful. It was desperate, a transparent attempt at swaying him, but that was all Kara had left. She'd barely struggled, barely moved, knowing full well that she could no more fight Doomsday than she could escape this prison.