Commander Luthor POV

Nervous, in cold sweat, out of a pool of ice to fall into a boiling volcano. Running, turning on all the computers. Screens opening with images from all the security cameras. Commander Luthor giving orders along with the general on the bridge.

"Jaw, Primordial, Ell and Bestial fort connected." Said Alex. And four screens opened in the air with the respective commanders, all with shiny foreheads, and the same dread in their eyes.

"What was that?!" yelled Sigmeyer. Wasn't very common for a voice to emerge from nowhere, much less come from inside the rib cage of people.

"She's here, must be. She discovered our location!" Sigward despaired.

"Calm down, little brother," asked the older twin, but no one was in order on their minds.

"Gentlemen calm, please," asked Luthor, but more screens opened, with the remaining commanders.

"I hope you have an explanation for that Luthor!" Said Manson.

"Give her a break!" Fought Anri.

"You give a break with that drooling dog on her!!! Rain or shining sun, you're kissing her ass!" shouted the commander of Armored.

"Go fuck yourself, Manson!" Anri replied.

And Luthor just shook her head in denial.

"SHUT UP, YOU BOTH!!!" Shouted Arlet, and they made order, however impossible such a feat was within the twisted bowels of each.

"We all heard her voice," said Claus, hoping for a denial of anyone. But such silence only attested to the immense problem.

"We must prepare for an attack. Everyone must arm themselves and expect the worst." said Manson.

"The first thing is to check if she's around, do a full sweep," the brunette received a furious glare from the Armored commander.

"Each one must do their own verification. We will not help each other if we are blind ready to shoot." Claus agreed.

"It may take longer. The storage wing is too big." Rick warned, since a deeper examination like this could not easily be carried out in fort Lion, where most of the refugees and resources were.

***

A few more minutes, and everyone remained the same, apprehensive, bordering on panic attack. What would they do if the demon of the light was behind one of their doors?

If she were just waiting for them to start a massacre?

What if she were with her?

It churned in Commander Luthor's stomach. But if that were the case, the lab floor would be decorated with the Destroyer's corpse.

"General, anything?" Asked the brunette, with that drop of cold sweat running down her back.

"Nothing, all empty. If anyone finds Beetlejuice, scream right away." said on the comm to all agents.

A few more minutes, and at least half of Warhammer fort, was checked and no demon of the light, just a few rats, and some smuggling of mayonnaise and cannabis. Same as the other forts. And this lack made the fear grow in her chest, afflicted, fearing not for her life, but for the others, especially; the last hero.

Not because she was the last one, not because she was the hero, but because was; she.

In a unique way, too important to the commander.

Luthor stare at the images from the installation's cameras, preferably at the access corridor to her room, when the image disappeared. Some others also had the same defect, the drizzle screen.

"What's going on with the security footage?" said Marley, even before the brunette, and the same happen with the other commanders, noticing a similar problem in their forts.

And without warning, a dull crack painted Claus's screen in red, followed by more shots, not only from Claus but Marley's as well.

"In the name of the end!"

Came from the others, with gunfire, screams of despair, cries of heralds of insanity, and from behind Commander Luthor:

- PURGE THE EVIL FROM THIS WORLD!!!

The brunette felt her shoulder fell, and instantly her legs gave out, and an explosion threw half the tables forward.

She went to the ground.

With that ringing that covered the ears, cracks and muffled sparks at the tips of guns, muted screams, and red flakes dancing in the air.

Red.

Like her cape, reflecting the warm orange sunset of National City. Her hair like flames in the wind, her smile that absently gave way to tears.

"Commander!" came from far away, that she almost didn't hear, lost in that memory.

Her mind emptied with the intoxicating fire-colored sky, with only the image of her, that angel in the red cape, ascending, leaving her on the balcony of her office, to never return.

The intense orange clouded, increasingly reddened, swallowing the harmony of the tone, poured into the raw crimson of reality.

"LENA!!!" Alex called, crouched beside her, in the coverage made by another fifteen agents, who set up a barricade with the office furniture.

Luthor came to her senses in that war scenario.

Wires and sparks with fire, smoke, hate and blood. Her back burned as if an ice cube had gone through her shoulder. The teeth bared the roar of pain, breathing unevenly, adrenaline doing its work, destabilizing any logic, and driving out any sane attitude.

"DIE YOU FUCKER!" shouted the general, along with the other agents exchanging bullets with the Rainers.

"TO THE END!!!" screamed the crazed soldiers, running into the room in a suicidal way, trying to reach the barricade.

The brunette took the gun with her remaining hand, but the pain and dizziness of the explosion prevented a good aim.

"Leave it to us! You can't shoot this way!" The general pulled her down and fired again with two pistols.

Thrown into that corner, bare wires flashing, debris and gunfire bouncing on all sides, and crimson oozing beneath her black uniform. Reality presented itself in the truest and most cruel facet of madness.

As the pain in her shoulder held her body in that chaotic lead and red, her heart sank into the shadows of that orange and red hell.

***

Hours later, it was all over. All that remains were shards of glass to sweep up, bodies to carry, and blood to clean up.

"We have neutralized the Rainers, each one of them," noted Alex to the commanders' council, while the brunette arranged her arm on the table, so that no one noticed the pain she felt, nor how much her shoulder was without movement.

"What did they want in a suicide attack like that?" Manson with a bandage on his face.

"You don't know? Wow, how incompetent," teased Anri, with a cut lip and an ice pack on her head. "Come on pretty boy, aren't you the one who always demands answers, and calls someone a dumbass who doesn't have one that you like?"

Manson made a grim face of hatred.

"Shut up, Anri!" yelled Luthor with a stern look. "That's enough," asked, leaning back in her chair, regretting the move, which pinched her back.

The Jaw fort commander flinched.

"Finally, keep your bitch quiet!" snapped Manson.

"ENOUGH!!!" Furious, Arlet quieted all the leaders in the meeting. "What can you tell us, Luthor?"

"Doesn't seem they had coordinated; the way, it seems more like they acted on impulse, probably because of Krugger's contact." Explained the brunette. "And that we have no idea on how she did it."

"Not that I like it, but I agree with Commander Luthor. It looked like a suicide attack, throwing itself in front of bullets like Galahad in facing an angel." Completed the man who was always was against Luthor wills, Manson questioned about the other commanders.

And the missing screens opened, but with faces other than those of the respective leaders of each fort.

***

The meeting was over, and neither she nor Alex had the brains for anything else. The general walked down the hall, holding the bandage over her head and kicking the floor in anger. Commander Luthor left the room saying nothing and headed in the opposite direction. Heading to her room, no one on the way had a happier face, but that was since six years ago.

Hidden like rats, miles below the surface. In order to avoid the sonic echo of the punches of the super, and the devil, which vibrated a frequency, which to the human ear, caused hemorrhage.

People died like that.

People die every day, but six years ago, avoiding more early casualties had been the goal, always. That was the purpose for which the alliance originated.

And yet, even trying to save lives, people find a way to destroy themselves, outside or inside.

By the devil's hand, or their own, this world was mad, like its people.

Half of the commanders were murdered, and at least 500 agents died in this stupid thing. Under the command of the agency's leaders.

Under her command, her responsibility.

The founder of Supercorp.

To save.

That's why she founded the organization; not only.

But even that they were failing on save, she was failing, failing on saving her.

Luthor turned down the hall to her dorm, and from there she saw the vast blur of explosives on the door, which didn't even budge.

THANK GOD!!!

She took a deep breath, composing herself before entering the room. She couldn't fall into despair, not if she wanted to help her.

Luthor ran her wrist over the reader, and as soon as the door opened, she reached for the hero. She knew her enough to know how much she must charge and blaming herself for not being able to defend anyone. She thought about leaving the commander aside, but something was not right at all.

Mara was tied to the bed with a sock in her mouth. Just like Jena tied to the armchair with the IV line.

"COMMANDER, I TRIED BUT SHE RUNS AWAY!!!" said the Destroyer, once without the ornament between her teeth.

"Was Supergirl mad?" said Jena, free of the chair.

The brunette dashed into the hallways, contacting Alex.

"Lena comes to the lab now!" called Alex, before she could speak of the disappearance of a Kryptonian. And as soon as she arrived, she saw the super suit booth empty.

Where was Supergirl?

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From the author: Hey Supercorps, how were we today?

Lena, Lena, what happened between you and Kara? And why does it have so many crazy people? The world went to dust and still want to destroy themselves?

And where did Supergirl go?

My God, I need the next chapter!!!