Thread: Wrecked on Apokolips {darkest_fate&Shadows}

Pain was a usual sensation for most people. It was, after all, the body's way of telling you when you had received damage, when something was not as it should be. Most people experienced pain at least a few times a week miss a step, skin a knee, bump into something, drop an object on your foot it was part of human nature. Part of living was experiencing pain. A few people, however, were fortunate enough that pain was not a part of their lives. In the increasingly crazy world, these people were becoming more and more apparent, these people known as the superhumans. Kara, recently known as Supergirl was one such superhuman. She'd only recently arrived on Earth, something to do with time fluctuations, but she'd immediately tried to establish herself a hero, wanting desperately to follow in the footsteps of her cousin, Kal-El, the Superman. Her outfit had even been designed to look somewhat like his. True, Kara had wanted her own look Supergirl needed to be the kind of hero who stood on her own. Her top, therefore, was white instead of blue, though the famous S shield still stood proudly on her impressive chest. Genetics had been kind to the Kryptonian, though arguably every superhero looked stunning. Given time, Supergirl's breasts would likely dwarf Wonder Woman's, however. Supergirl was shapely as well, with the type of curves that you wanted to run your hands down. The flirty short blue skirt helped, as did the luscious long legs. A pair of skintight red boots crawled up her shins, offering some protection. Kara had actually argued that her outfit covered about as much as was average, particularly for females. She had a long red cape for extra covering too. All in all though, she looked every bit the heart-stopping beauty one expected out of someone bearing the title of Supergirl a perfect mix of girl next door and unattainable goddess. Said goddess was feeling worse for wear, however. Pain arched through every part of her, afflicting her when she made the slightest motion. What was odd, however, was the lack of any signs of such pain. No outward bruises marred Kara's skin, nor was her outfit damaged in any way. She looked as though she'd just put on her costume and leaped to save the day. Yet she felt as though she'd gone rounds with Solomon Grundy. Groaning, Kara struggled to her feet. She felt... weak, drained, as though she'd been bathing in Kryptonite for hours. Maybe that was why Kara felt so off. Or perhaps it was her surroundings. For Kara's blue eyes swept the area, quickly ascertaining that she was, in fact, in what appeared to be a cell. She couldn't see much, only that it looked somewhere between a prison cell and a lab. A strange red light bathed the area, giving it an eery feel. Supergirl's skin crawled, and she tightened her fists, feeling her gloves crinkle. Captured, she'd been captured. Of course she would have, she should have known better! She'd... she'd gone to help Kal-El, yes, that was it. Superman had been fighting someone... something? A monster of some kind, and he'd needed help. The League had no doubt been on their way, but Kara had been there first. She'd arrived in time to help, using her own heat vision and super strength to turn the tide. But there had been... someone else? Something else? Kara couldn't remember. She groaned, running her hand across her face. Why couldn't she remember? I need to look for a way out of here, she muttered. Supergirl was a hero. She would escape this place. She would find a way out. Resolved, Kara shook herself and then began scanning the area. Odd, but there were restraints and other objects, a few chemicals, but there seemed to be something... off about some of the equipment here. They looked less like torture devices and more like... like something that Kara had remembered reading articles about in Cosmo . But why would her captor have something like that? Maybe I got captured by a lonely woman, muttered Supergirl. She needed to keep looking there were answers here somewhere.