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fatalezr · 8 months

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Recruiting Kitty

Yorkshire, the present day…

Kitty ran her fingers through her red hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. ‘Would you still have found me gorgeous, my love?’ she pondered as she found a couple of grey strands. She smiled to herself. ‘Yes’ she knew, ‘yes, he would’. Even now at age 60 she could still pass for a woman nearly 20 years younger. She ran her hand over her body, over the black straps of her bra, over the full cups with their delicate pink floral details that covered her ample bosom. She passed over the large suspender belt above her waist with the same patterns as the bra and adjusted the high-legged knickers that sat over the black suspender straps that fell down her thighs. She took her time adjusting the suspender straps, making sure they were tight and gave a noticeable pull up to the black welts on her brown stockings.

He would have loved to see her in this lingerie. Her heart pined for a moment as it so often did before she refocussed on the task at hand. She felt a murderous glee as she picked up her Walther PPK, another key part of her tribute, and the spare magazine that lay to its side. She put the mag in the top of her right stocking and picked up a long black suppressor. ‘Enjoy the show, my love’ she thought as she gave one last look in the mirror before heading out of the bathroom and into the motel bedroom.

The man on the bed was sweating profusely and he tried his best to make noises but they were muffled by the cloth gag in his mouth that Kitty had affixed. His arms and legs struggled against his restraints but Kitty knew there was no way he would break them. She was too good, too much of an expert to allow her prey to escape her grasp. Kitty looked at the man. He was balding and slightly overweight as he lay in his white vest and loose boxer shorts. He was giving Kitty a pleading look as he saw the gun in her hand. His struggles made her body tingle and she watched him, revelling in the sight of the deadly dance before her eyes.

‘Silly man’ Kitty thought. They were always such easy targets. It had been simple to find the dating app that he was using and set up a profile and within minutes they had been connected. They had arranged a drink for that evening. The conversation had been passable but Kitty knew the moment he laid eyes on her he would be ensnared. She had worn a black silk blouse and a tight brown leather pencil skirt. He accepted without a moments hesitation when she asked him about spending the night and by the time she had kissed him once and taken off her blouse, he was ready to do anything for her, including indulging her tying up kinks that she had told him of. He had briefly hesitated when Kitty had pulled out the cloth gag but she had unzipped her skirt to reveal the sensual lingerie underneath and he had been putty in her hands. Only when he was fully secured had she pulled the gun from her handbag and set off to the bathroom to prepare and let him wait.

‘Let him know his worth’ a voice inside her head seemed to say and Kitty smiled. ‘Of course, sir’ she silently replied.

“Pathetic man” Kitty said, looking down at the gentleman who was struggling against his bonds, “you’re nothing, just a sad wretch for me to play with”. The man started to sob but it just encouraged Kitty. She began to thread the suppressor onto the Walther PPK. “Did you honestly believe that you’d sleep with me?” she chided him, “you, a pathetic rat, and me, a goddess”. She gave a final firm twist to the suppressor to ensure it was in place and then chambered a round in the gun. “Your sad little cock couldn’t give me pleasure” she told him, aiming the gun towards his chest. “The only pleasure you’ll give me is when I place my bullets into you”. She laughed as the man sobbed. “Yes” she said, “my gun is worth more than you”.

She brought the weapon to her lips and gave the suppressor a lick with her tongue. “Mmm” she moaned softly, feeling her passions rise as the man looked on fearfully. She licked it again before aiming the Walther straight at the man’s chest. “I’m going to put not just one magazine into you, but two” she told him, “just to make sure the world is rid of your pathetic kind”.

Kitty could feel her senses screaming out for a release. She had been in this position many times before, but still nothing could compare. She felt as if she was a young 30 year old woman again. Her finger tightened around the trigger of her PPK. Pfft. The gun spat a bullet forward, the shell casing flying to the side and the man spasmed in pain as the bullet hit his stomach. Kitty felt like an electric charge had gone through her body. She was alive and loving the moment. Pfft, pfft, pfft. She placed three more bullets into the man’s belly, each one delivering the same reaction to her.

He was bleeding on the bed and in agony, she could tell. It purely made her more wild for pleasure. Pfft, pfft. She dropped her aim and placed two bullets into the man’s crotch. His high-pitched screams were only just muffled by the gag in his mouth.

“Mmm yes, keep trying to scream” she told him, “it does it for me”. Pfft, pfft. She placed a bullet into each of his kneecaps, causing the man an almost unimaginable level of pain. Kitty chuckled. She felt eyes burning into her, wanting her to do more. ‘Yes, yes, I will, sir’ she said silently, ejecting the magazine and replacing it with one from her stockings. She brought the gun to her lips and licked it, the suppressor now warm on her tongue from the work it had been doing.

She chambered a round in the PPK and levelled the gun towards the man’s head. Her finger paused, then squeezed. Pfft, pfft. His head snapped back and Kitty felt another rush of excitement. Pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft. She squeezed off the remaining bullets before giving an almighty cry of “OOOH YES!” that she felt sure might have woken other people in the motel. Kitty admired her handiwork. The man’s face was full of holes and his screaming had stopped. He was bleeding all over, staining everything around her.

“Mmm” she moaned and kissed the gun one more time before turning towards the sky. “Happy birthday, my love”. She could almost picture the face of the Earl looking back at her, a wide smile on his young face.

It had been over fifteen long years since he passed, the injuries in his youth never fully healing and robbing him of a full life. Kitty had done well since then, she could not say she was dissatisfied with her life, but nothing had found the purpose and joy for her that being the Earl’s companion had brought her. He had given her a comfortable existence when he died, but it had been painful for Kitty to see his cousins and other distant family members fighting to get the lions share of his estate. The house and grounds had long since fallen into disrepair and ruin as relative after relative squandered the wealth and it now stood as a sad reminder of better times in her life.

Kitty revelled in the smile from the Earl’s face for another second before stopping and dressing quickly into her clothes. She put on her leather boots and left the motel room quietly, walking swiftly towards her car. She slowed as she approached the vehicle and saw another woman standing by it in a dark overcoat, her hands by her side. Her brown hair was perfectly trimmed to shoulder length and she stood with a poise that Kitty could appreciate.

“Good evening Kitty” the woman said. Kitty stopped and on instinct put her hand inside her bag to rest on her Walther pistol. “It’s so nice to finally meet in person” the woman continued, “I’ve always been a great admirer”.

“Who are you?” Kitty asked, approaching the woman.

“Well for the purposes of this evening, I’ve been your employer” the woman answered, “but please, call me Sandra. I believe our former masters were business associates. Perhaps you met him - Alex Raymond”.

Kitty almost took a step back. She had no idea who the anonymous woman who had hired her for the hit had been but she had certainly met Alex Raymond before. He had been an up and coming businessman in the Midlands in the early 2000’s before the Earl had passed. From memory, she believed he had also died several years back.

“And who was he to you?” Kitty asked.

“Well I suppose I did a similar work for him that you did for the Earl” Sandra said, smiling wryly, “perhaps not some of the more intimate details, but I know his visits to your estate inspired him as he built his own group of…female associates…he could rely on for work. I heard many tales of your exploits from Mr Raymond, and to witness them tonight…” she showed Kitty her phone on which there was a replay of the hit coming from what must have been a microscopic camera in the room, “well, I’m in awe Kitty, I really am”.

Kitty was still unsure whether this was a trap. “And what brings you here tonight?” she said.

“I wonder if we might take a drive together” Sandra said, “and I can show you something. Search me if you’d like beforehand, I have no guns on my person. My car is right here”. She motioned towards a silver BMW that was next to Kitty’s car. “Sit in the back, keep your gun on me the whole time if you wish”.

Kitty nodded and drew her Walther. She went and sat in the back, watching Sandra as she sat in the front in the drivers seat and pulled away from the motel. They drove for a few moments with neither of them speaking. “Did you know what day today is?” Kitty asked finally.

“I did” Sandra said, “I thought it might make the work more…appealing to you. A chance to offer a tribute to a former lover”.

“And the target? Who was he to you?”

“Oh, a relatively low-ranking security analyst” Sandra said, “but with an eye for detail in code that certain friends of mine did not appreciate. And when the opportunity to advance our interests combined with an opportunity for us to meet, I decided to get you involved”.

“As opposed to doing this work yourself?”

Sandra smiled in the front seat. “When I can achieve two objectives at once, I do so. But to answer your next question, yes, I have done similar work myself. A honey trap is so easy and yet so pleasurable, it really is a delicious way to kill”.

“Variety is a spice of life though” Kitty countered.

“Without doubt!” Sandra said, “and shotguns certainly add variety, if not discretion. Sadly not all of our jobs can be on giant hunting estates”.

Kitty sniggered. It was true the estate had provided a ground for her to do most of her work in relative peace and her shotguns had seen a lot of action. “Do we have far to go?” she asked Sandra, looking at the dark roads around them.

“No” Sandra said, “we’re close by”.

Kitty looked again at the roads and got a sense of deja vu. Their car climbed a hill and then pulled over to the side of the road and Kitty gasped. She knew this place well. It gave a stunning overview of the forested land and at the bottom in a clearing, the beautiful red brick exterior of the East Wing of the Earl’s estate. Looking on it brought a tear near her eyes. “Why did you bring me here?” she asked Sandra furiously, pointing her Walther PPK at the woman.

“Because I want to give you your home back” Sandra said calmly.

Kitty scoffed. “How?”

“You probably know that the Estate was eventually bought by property developers after the family misused it” Sandra said, “well, they sold it too….and they sold it to me”.

“What?” Kitty was taken aback by the revelation. She had stopped following what happened to the house and land after the family had sold it, and now it had been sold to this woman. “I…I don’t understand”.

“The group I work with needs a base of operations in Northern England” Sandra said, “and I want to see this place restored to its former glories, under the stewardship of someone who cares for the place, and who we can work with as a partner. That’s you, Kitty”.

“Are you serious?” Kitty asked quietly, not daring to hope this could be true.

“I’m always serious” Sandra said. “There’s a lot we need to discuss, but for right now, there’s an immediate issue with the house. It’s been occupied by five squatters and they need to be cleared out”.

“That could take some time” Kitty said, “the local councils are not as quick as they used to be”.

“I think there are other routes” Sandra said, smiling. “Let’s look in the boot of my car”. She got out of the door and Kitty did the same, still keeping her gun in her hand but lowering it slightly. Sandra opened the rear of the car and stood back for Kitty to admire.

Kitty felt her body tingle. She was looking at three pairs of black leather trousers, black tops, gloves and next to them, three shotguns, all looking clean, with packets of deadly shells alongside them. She picked up one of the shotguns. It was a Mossberg 590M with a detachable magazine, meaning its capacity would be even more than what she used to fire. It was a thing of beauty. “Very lovely” she said, feeling her body keep tingling from touching the weapon. “Why do you have three?” she asked Sandra.

“Because if you want to do this Kitty, I thought you might like to do it with friends”. She was looking up the road and Kitty saw car lights approach. Kitty went to shut the boot but Sandra waved her off. Evidently she was expecting this car. It slowed as it approached them and stopped near their car. Sandra nodded at the driver, a blonde woman Kitty did not recognise. A red-haired woman was next to her in the passenger seat.

The back doors of the car opened and Kitty gasped as Marie and Josie stepped out from opposite sides, Marie still tall and with some grey in her hair, wearing jeans and a shirt whilst Josie wore a vest top and leggings. She had not seen either woman in almost a decade but they both looked well and smiled as they saw her.

“Marie! Josie!” she called and the three women embraced. “I…how can this be?”

“I got approached a couple of weeks ago” Marie said, looking fondly at Kitty, “and Josie, well, we met again yesterday”.

Josie gave Kitty another embrace. “It’s so good to see you again” she said, “you’re looking well”.

“I am now I’ve seen you two” she said, “how much do you know about…?” She looked towards the estate.

“We’ve been filled in” Marie said, “and I’m ready to have our real home again”.

“Me too” Josie said, “it’s been a while but…” Kitty noticed a murderous smile on Josie’s face. She had not forgotten the thrill of killing.

“Well ladies, I think I might leave you to it” Sandra said, “perhaps I can call round in the morning?”. She tossed Kitty the car keys. “Do enjoy yourselves”. She went to the car with the other two women and sat in the back seat.

Kitty watched them drive away before turning to Marie and Josie. Both women looked at her expectantly. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to ask about their lives, but for now, she knew they all had other things on their mind. She showed them the black outfits and the shotguns in the boot.

“Fuck, we’re going to enjoy this aren’t we?” Josie asked as she picked one of the shotguns up and inspected it.

“I’ve a feeling we will” Kitty said, “now let’s go show there’s still life in us old girls yet”.

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Kitty led the way through the forest towards the estate, feeling a familiar sense of excitement at the prospect of killing with her former teammates again. They had all changed into the black outfits with leather trousers and tight vest tops. They had donned the leather gloves and each woman had their trousers filled with several spare magazines of shotgun shells for the Mossberg 590M’s that they carried by their side.

The night was still clear and the moon shone down on them as they walked through the trees, Kitty ecstatic to be on the grounds again. They moved quickly and soon came upon the estate, it’s proud walls lit by the moon but many covered in vines or grass that had grown too thick. Kitty frowned. There would be a lot of work to do to restore the place and she dreaded to think what had happened to the interior.

They found a door to the West wing of the estate but it was locked so Kitty continued their search for a way in around the edge, wanting to keep quiet and not disturb the squatters inside. Eventually she found a broken window and with the help of a quick push from Marie, she was able to fit through, dropping quietly into one of the kitchen rooms. She found a locked door and unlocked it from the inside to let Marie and Josie in.

The house had an eerie feel to it. There was dust everywhere and the walls looked barren. Pots and pans had been thrown over the ground and the place smelled terrible, Kitty guessing there had been little maintenance to it. She imagined the electricity would have been cut off too and started making a mental note of all she would do if Sandra’s dream came true and she could work on the place again.

She put it out of her head and focussed on the task at hand. She raised the shotgun, putting the stock to her shoulder like a hunter and began stalking through the house quietly, listening for any sounds of movement and clues as to where the squatters might be.

Eventually she smelled some weed being smoked from one of the rooms and moved towards it, going through the great entrance hall as she did. The chandelier was still intact and in the ceiling, proclaiming the former glory of the house. Kitty kept moving, leading the two other women towards the smell. She paused by the room where the smell came from and listened. Two people were talking, one man and one woman, both slurring their words from the drugs.

Kitty paused to consider their next moves. The shotguns would be loud, and so it would be better to use them on all the squatters at once. She peeked into the room. A run-down man and woman in their 30s were both looking over the weed packet and attempting to roll two more joints. They had their backs to her.

“Go and grab them, keep them quiet” she whispered to Josie and Marie, who both nodded and slung their shotguns over their backs. Marie led the way, creeping into the room and her and Josie were right behind the man and woman before they realised their presence. The man started to turn but was met with Marie’s hand over his mouth and her knee in his back. Josie grabbed the woman before she could scream, muffling her voice with her glove.

Kitty entered the room, pointing her shotgun at the two squatters. “Quiet” she hissed, “quiet or I make this very loud”. The man and the woman both had a look of fear in their eyes at the sight of Kitty in her all-black outfit and terrifying weapon in the moonlight that streamed in from the windows. “Now if my friends take their hands away, you will not scream” Kitty commanded them and both squatters nodded.

Marie and Josie took their hands off the mouths of their captives and grabbed their shotguns from their backs, pointing them at the heads of the man and woman. The woman gave a quiet yelp but no more. “Now, where are the others?” Kitty asked.

“Up…upstairs…a bedroom I think” the man said. “A…above us now”.

“Good” Kitty said. “Lead the way”. The man stared at her but Kitty put her shotgun barrel under his throat. “I am your mistress now, scum. You will do as I say when I say it. Say ‘Yes Mistress’”.

The man nodded slowly. “Y..yes Mistress” he said quietly.

Kitty felt the rush of power as if it was many years ago. She could feel the Earl’s eyes on her keenly as she embraced her warrior nature again. He was loving this, watching every detail with his omnipresent vision. The man led the way back into the main hallway and up the stairs, Marie staying behind him, the barrel of the shotgun firmly placed into his back. Josie had a wild look in her eyes as she followed the woman and Kitty knew that she would be itching to pull the trigger.

The man walked quietly along the corridors, Kitty staying near his side, keeping her ears open. She passed the Earl’s room and was relieved to see it had not been used by the squatters. Instead they were in one of the grand bedrooms. Kitty could see three shapes on the bed as they entered the room. The windows were open, bathing the room in a silver light.

There were two more men and one woman, all looking dishevelled and passed out on the bed. Kitty sniggered as she considered the best way to wake them. “On your knees” she told the man and the woman.

“Yes…mistress” the man said, falling to his knees and remembering the courtesy Kitty had made him give to her. Kitty moved to the centre of the doorway and brought the shotgun up to her shoulders. She aimed for the man who lay in the middle of the large bed, considering where first to shoot him. She felt ready and knew the eyes of her two friends and the Earl were on her. It was time to test the new weapon and see what the 10 shell magazine could do.

She settled on his stomach. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! She fired twice into the man, the room exploding into sound and the shells ripping into his chest. Kitty felt herself grin but went onto autopilot, reloading and shooting. Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! The man was ripped to shreds by her onslaught. The two other squatters next to him on the bed woke with a fright, cowering and covering their heads with their hands.

“Mmm, yes!” Kitty groaned as she ejected the magazine and loaded a new one. Chik-chik. She loaded it and heard the woman from the bed scream.

“No! Please!” she said, looking at Kitty’s murderous face.

“Silence!” Kitty’s voice boomed. “We are your mistresses now”.

Marie and Josie took that as their cue to club their captives on the back of the head and then hurl them both into the bedroom.

“Exactly” Josie said, and Kitty thought she sounded thirty years younger as she spoke, “you scum will do exactly what I say or I’ll make your death so bad you’ll wish you had never been born!”

“Line up against the wall” Kitty commanded them and the two women and two men did as she said, cowering from her voice. “Mistress Marie, what do you want them to do?” she asked her tall friend.

“I want to see them for the filthy scum they are” Marie said. She pointed her shotgun at them. “Strip! Clothes off! Now!”

Kitty’s nipples were hard. The power was back. She was home, she had a shotgun and she had victims. Against the wall, the squatters took off their t-shirts and shorts. Neither woman was wearing a bra and they both had small breasts. They stopped at their underwear.

“Everything!” Marie commanded. BOOM! Chik-chik. She fired above their heads and the squatters came to life, quickly taking off their knickers and boxer shorts. They were all scrawny and dirty.

Kitty laughed. “How pathetic” she said. “I’ve seen maggots that look better than you”.

“You!”Josie shouted at one of the men, “come lick my boots. Crawl to me and lick them”.

“No” one of the women said, “No Gaz, don’t!”.

Marie and Josie exchanged a look before aiming their barrels at the woman. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Her body was pummelled up against the wall by the shotgun shells. Her breasts were hit and she collapsed in pain but the two women did not let up. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Josie and Marie both finished their magazines and reloaded and Kitty saw them both smiling happily.

The man Josie had threatened dropped to his knees and crawled towards them. He stopped at Josie’s shoe and began to lick. “You, Clean my gun!” Marie said to the man who had been her prisoner, and he tentatively got to his knees and crawled to her. She forced the shotgun into his mouth and Kitty could see its hot barrel burned him. It amused her.

“And you” Kitty said to the woman, “you get to be my next victim. She aimed from her torso towards the woman and decided to just pump a load of slugs into her. Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! The ten shells reduced her corpse to ruin whilst Kitty absorbed the recoil like the thrust of a good lover. On instinct, she put her gloved hand down her trousers and touched herself but it felt like the hands were those of the Earl’s, his voice whispering in her ear after a kill. It brought her to an intense place.

“Oh…ladies…..finish them!” she moaned the command to Josie and Marie. Her two friends responded by kicking their victims away from them and aiming down at their prostrate figures. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Chik-chik. BOOM! Both men were blown to pieces from the shotgun shells and Kitty felt herself release again in joy and ecstasy.

She looked up at Marie and Josie, who were both panting and moaning. Their shotguns were smoking. She knew what she must do now.

———

Sandra did indeed call for breakfast at 10am and was served some cold food by Kitty. With no electricity or running water, the morning had involved going to the local village to pick up supplies and arranging some of the works to be done to the house.

“Is it nice to be home?” Sandra asked.

“Yes” Kitty said, “yes, it is”. They looked up at a portrait of the Earl that hung in the entrance hall. “There is one question I have though”.

“Of course” Sandra said.

“How many enemies do you have in Northern England?” Kitty said. “Because I think there’s still life in us yet”.

Sandra smiled. “Oh thankfully, we have quite a lot Kitty, quite a lot”. They chinked glasses of orange juice and Kitty thought the future was surely to be as glorious as the Yorkshire morning outside.

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avidreaderffn · 1 year

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Here's the supergirl au that has been churning in my head for WEEKS now. If anyone has any more ideas, feel free to add them! I'd love to see them. Also let me know what you think about the roles i assigned each character!

SUPERGIRL AU

Right before the planet Krypyon exploded, two renowned and highly respected scientists put their daughter and her cousin on escape pods to save their lives.

Young Beatrice was told it would be her duty to care for her baby cousin Shannon, raise her, and make sure she knew her culture and became what an appropriate member of the House of El should be. Beatrice vows to do this, and both pods are sent off.

However, Beatrice just had to hug her mother one more time, so her pod left slightly after Shannon's. The last thing her father said to her was "just go! You dont have time for this emotional gestures!"

And. He was right. Because of her pod leaving later, the explosion knocked it off course and into the Phantom Zone.

When she finally came out of it and made it to Earth, two decades had passed. Her baby cousin was suddenly older than her, and acted fully like an Earthling. And Beatrice had failed before she even landed.

She briefly went to live with Shannon and her girlfriend Mary, an investigative reporter who was making a name for herself for being badass and no-nonsense and always getting to the point of her investigations, no matter the danger to herself.

Beatrice tried to teach Shannon more about Krypton while she lived with them, but the lessons kept getting derailed when Beatrice would break a spoon or put a hole in a wall or say something in kryptonese or question some commonplace Earth thing. Ironically, Beatrice was not earthly enough to be able to teach Shannon how to be kryptonian.

And. Shannon was just making a name for herself as Superwoman, the Warrior who could Bear the world's problems on her shoulders. And Bea living with her was threatening to expose her and putting her and Mary in danger.

It was Mary who came up with a solution. The Villaumbrosia family were british scientists who had earned Superwoman's trust and helped her understand her powers and adapt to them as they appeared (and were rather smug about it). Also, they had a daughter around Beatrice's age.

So Bea was sent to live with them, and to learn how to grow up as an Earth child.

Her new sister, Lilith, was told endlessly by her parents that it was up to her to always protect Bea, to he a role model, and to teach her how to pass as human and cover for her when she couldnt.

Bea grew up learning to fit herself into the box of humanity, trying not to stand out, to be as human as she could be, and to learn as much as she could about Earth so she could do it right. Eventually, her love for learning and her need to teach Shannon about their culture shifed into a love for teaching people about their own world, and she became a reporter for the scientific magazine Arqtech, led and founded by renowned scientist Jillian Salvius. There Bea reported about everything from the scientific advances Jillian was making, to analysis about various cultures from an antropological and technological point of view. Still, Bea didnt usually get close to people because she still sometimes acted in ways that gave people pause, and assumed that it was the kryptonian in her, and that she may put Shannon and Lilith in danger.

Meanwhile, Lilith grew up being told that she was supposed to be the protector of Shannon's cousin. She learned to shield Bea from everything, and joined the DEO in order to protect her from within the alien hunting branch of the government. Eventually, in one of her missions, she meets Camila, a stubbornly pro-alien detective, who teaches her to see things differently, to allow herself to just Be, and that not everything is a threat all the time, and even if it were, it doesnt always have to be Lilith's responsabiliy to fix it all by herself.

The DEO was run by secretly-an-alien Mother Superion, who was a shape shifter who had more in common with Shannon and Bea than they knew. She kept up the façade of hating and hunting all aliens, but secretly worked with people like Camila and DEO agents Dora and Yasmine to help them out of dangerous situations.

One of the people Bea was most wary of was Adriel Luthor. He was a billionaire who was viciously anti-alien, and had tried to kill Shannon in the past.

Once, when he had nearly succeeded, Mary had -almost- managed to expose him as being behind everything. So, to get attention off himself, or rather, get positive attention and distract from Shannon, he'd looked into something he'd learned from his father's will. His father had had a mistress and a daughter, and at some point the woman had been killed by a drunk driver and the child paralyzed. Adriel figured a medical miracle would be enough to get the press out of his dealings, and had his right hand man, Vincent, go fetch her. By that point Ava was a teenager and had been in the orphanage for years.

Adriel "created" the Halo. In truth, he'd based the design heavily on some technology he'd stolen from Shannon's pod, one of the last physical links she had to her home planet.

With the halo, Ava recovered full mobility and was indeed paraded in front of the cameras until the heat about Shannon died down. She was strictly forbidden from mentioning the chronic pain or any lingering issues she had, because "i fixed you Ava. Cured you. You should be grateful about it. And I dont make mistakes, so the pain is just in your head"

Years later, Adriel got put behind bars and Ava ran to national city to get out from under his thumb and get to properly experience life.

Meanwhile, Bea saved Lilith's plane from falling.

Once they meet, Bea is wary at first that Ava is going to be another Adriel, only to be taken aback at how much Ava loves and enjoys life.

Bea has dedicated her life to learning and perfecting Earth experiences. Ava teaches her to live them, and enjoy them.

Ava does what she can to undo the damage Adriel has caused to the alien community, and she grows close to Bea, and as they eventually become a couple, they learn how to live for themselves, regardless of the expectations others may have about them.

#warrior nun #supergirl #supergirl au #sister beatrice #ava silva #sister lilith #shannon masters #shotgun mary #bm #my writing #my stories

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