Supergirl ~ Of Two Minds ~ Part Three

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"So how many chances are we giving this Worldkiller?" Barry asked through the comms as Kara flew through the city.

"None," Laurel answered at once.

"One," Kara amended.

"How many is one going to turn into?" Slade asked.

"Just the one," Kara answered, narrowing her eyes as she found the building they were looking for. "Oliver, Alex, Malcolm, and Winn are at stake, and so is the rest of the city. I'm drawing the line at one."

"I'm down with one," Dig said.

"You're sure?" Mon-El asked.

"What Kara said."

The six landed inside the building, and Kara rushed forward, shooting her heat vision from her eyes, disintegrating the claw Grace extended from her finger to scratch one of the executives at the table. "Don't take another step, Grace!" she warned.

Grace glared at her, her eyes sickening yellow. "It's not Grace anymore," she said, her voice reverberating.

"Come on," Dig gestured to the executives. "Move!"

"Get to the exits, go," Barry herded them off.

Grace watched them go, sneering in disgust. "You would save even these scabs? They who profit on the suffering of others?"

"Everyone deserves saving," Kara told her.

"Not them," Grace shook her head. "They're not good."

"But you are."

Footsteps came from behind them, and Mon-El held out an arm, stopping his wife in her tracks. "Imra, wait," he ordered. "Give her a chance."

Imra glared at him, but huffed and stood her ground when she saw no one else was moving, even though Slade and Dig had their guns aimed at Grace, Barry and Laurel ready to move at a moment's notice. "Think of the lives you've saved," Kara told Grace, the two of them walking around the table. "You're a doctor, Grace. The day you took an oath, you swore you would do no harm."

Grace stopped in her tracks. "Do no harm," she echoed faintly.

The claws coming out of her nails retracted, and Barry's eyebrows shot up. "She's doing it," he whispered.

"Grace?" Kara asked hopefully. When Grace looked back up, the yellow in her eyes was gone, and her normal dark eyes were looking at her. "It's gonna be OK."

"My mother used to always say that good would be rewarded with Grace," Grace smiled, then walked around to face Kara head on across the table. "But when I became a surgeon, I finally saw the truth. There's no reward for being good."

"Whatever's happening to you doesn't give you power over who lives," Kara walked over to face her. "Only over who dies. You don't want that. We can stop it."

She held out her hand, and Grace walked over, tracing the lines in her palm. "Stop it," she repeated. Kara nodded, but froze when Grace raised an eyebrow. "Why would I ever wanna stop it?" she asked. "This is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. I don't have to worry about saving anyone anymore because I don't want to."

"No," Kara begged.

get to choose who dies."

"Grace!"

"They say that surgeons have a God complex, but it's simple," Grace sneered, voice reverberating once more. "I a god!"

"One!" Laurel snarled as Grace's eyes flickered back to yellow and the Worldkiller lifted her hand, claws extending from her nails.

Mon-El lashed out with his cape, wrapping it around Grace's wrist. She glared at him and yanked, tossing Mon-El over the table and to the ground. Slade and Dig started firing, distracting Grace long enough for Imra to telekinetically lift one of the chairs and throw it at Grace. The Worldkiller shoved it off her like it was a fly, landing in a crouch on the table. She jumped back up, landing in a fighting stance, claws fully extended.

Laurel's scream hit her in the back, and Grace went flying through the glass windows, out onto the walkway in the building. "That was for Malcolm!" Laurel growled, storming around the table.

Grace sneered, climbing onto the railing and jumping down to the ground floor. Barry disappeared in a flash of lightning, and he crashed into Grace when she hit the floor, sending her sprawling. Grace grunted as she tried to get to her feet, glaring at Barry when he skidded to a stop, joined by Kara a second later. "You honestly thought you could talk me into being redeemed?" she scoffed. "You're such a child. Words will never hurt me."

"What about sticks and stones?" Kara raised an eyebrow.

TV screens and furniture rained down from above, and Grace swerved to dodge all Imra threw at her. She made complex twisting moves with her hands, and the towering light poles on either side groaned and twisted inwards, crashing down on Grace. Grace backed up quickly, then grabbed a fallen pole on the ground. She grabbed it and hurled it up towards Imra, but Mon-El flew in the way, snatching it out of the air. He landed back on the ground and swung with all his might, hitting Grace hard enough she flew into the air.

Grace hovered and looked around, finding Imra still on the walkway, Slade and Dig on either side of her. She sneered and flew towards them, but Kara intercepted her, delivering a punch hard enough to smash her into the wall nearby. Barry skidded up to find a vantage point to help her if he was needed, but he watched with wide eyes as Kara delivered blow after blow to Grace, her eyes glowing with her anger. "Uh, guys," he swallowed. "I think Kara's pissed."

"What gave you that idea?" Dig shot him a glare.

Kara finally punched Grace hard enough she hit the floor hard, and Kara smirked victoriously, hovering above her. Grace didn't seem intimidated, however – in fact, she laughed as she looked up. "Oh, Supergirl!" she called mockingly, tapping a clawed finger on her cheek. "You got a little something."

Kara blinked, then blanched, reaching up for her face, trying to find where Grace had scratched her. When her fingertips came away smeared with blood, she gasped and lost her concentration, dropping to the floor. "Supergirl!" Laurel shouted, eyes wide.

Barry ran to Kara's side, helping her sit up, Mon-El not far behind him. Grace got to her feet and approached with a sneer, then ran smack into shimmering energy. Kara looked up to see one of Imra's forcefields surrounding Grace, the Titanian behind her, a determined glare on her face. Barry swallowed, then looked down to see Kara was glaring at Grace. "You sure?" he asked.

"I said one," Kara muttered in reply.

Imra held out her hand, and a syringe hovered above it. She thrusted her hand forward, and the syringe flew through the forcefield, stabbing Grace in the heart. As Grace collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain as her veins glowed gold, Imra lowered the forcefield, glaring at her. "No one else's family is going to die because of you," she said coldly.