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chaosthxory:

“I’m not the type that likes violence but you did right, I think.  He was abad man, your father.  I’m sorry you were hurt like that.  You didn’t deserve it.  Where is your mother.?”

              “Mother...?” X seemed to be looking off into the distance, as if deep in thought, “I...don’t know. I don’t--I never thought I had a mother. After all, who would conceive with such a horrid man?”

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thexgiftedxones:

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thexgiftedxones:

Kara frowned at that and gave her a gentle squeeze on her shoulder. “I found out something about my father I don’t like either, just recently.” She was trying to make the other feel better. “Longer name or just X?” She asks with curiosity.

        “M-Monster-X…” she trailed off, leaning into her hand, “D-did your father try to kill you every day, too?”

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              “Oh...” she looked away, “Mine...wanted to make the perfect creature, so he genetically created me, and sent me out every day to die on this terrible, harsh world, and when I finally died, he’d come get whatever remained of me, and revive me from that. Each time, I came back stronger, with a new adaptation...until I had enough. Hence, the uncontrolled vision...”

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chaosthxory:

“Oh that sounds awful,” Megan gasped.  “How did you ever surivive?  What about your family.  Are they still around?”

           “I...didn’t.” she shuffled her feet, “My father tossed me out there as a baby. I died, he found what was left of me and brought me back, then threw me out again. Each time he did, my body mutated--adapted to survive. First it was scale-skin to adapt to the smaller animals. Flight was second, to be able to chase after the birds. Bone armor came next, to adapt to the giant predators. Afterwards, I adapted my x-ray vision so none of the predators could sneak up on me. Then, there was a giant monster that could chill any organic matter until it was totally frozen, so I began to breathe fire...” 

             She paused--this next part was clearly hard for her. The final power she had obtained--her thunder vision. 

          “My final ability--I got it when I finally managed to survive, and make my way back to father’s lab. I asked him why he had done this to me, and he...” she swallows, “he told me that, by leaving me to fend for myself out there, I had become the perfect being. I was so angry with him; what could ever be perfect about what I had become?” She began shaking, “So I was just glaring at him, and I finally began to scream something--I don’t remember what it was-- and spirals of golden lightning flew out of my eyes, and destroyed him.” Her eyes slid closed,

          “...And then I left.”

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chaosthxory:

“Why are you in Dallas?” she wondered.  Who would run here?  Dallas wasn’t anything special.  It was ot her of course because it was her hometown and she loved it.  But this was an alien.  “Where did you come from?”

              “This is where I crash-landed,” she replies simply, “I came from...I don’t think it has a name, though ‘hell’ would be an apt description. It’s the worst place you’ve ever seen--full of fire, rock, ash, sharp, pointed edges, things that won’t think twice about eating you, and all the while, there’s the ever-present threat that, if the animals don’t get you, the lack of water will.”

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chaosthxory:

Megan’s eyes widened.  “An alien?” she repeateed.   Which was stupid because there was clearly something not human about the girl.

             X softly nodded, shifting her head to her true form for a moment, and saying quietly,

          “I don’t want to scare you, Megan. I’m not here to hurt anyone--I’m just a refugee.” There was a lot more to it than that, but ‘refugee’ wasn’t too far off.

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chaosthxory:

“I’d be okay with that,” Megan said.  “My mama likes to meet new people.”  She cocked her head at the question, surprised by it.  “I guess so.  I mean, the universe is so vast, there must be more life out there than just us.”

            “You,” X corrects her, “More than just you. And yes, there is.” She turns to face Megan, two glowing, red dots appearing on her shoulders (one on each) facing Megan. Her pupils have also turned bright red, and she softly explains, “I’m an alien, Megan.”

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disasterdanvers:

          “Just because you didn’t this time, doesn’t mean you won’t later.” The agent can see that the intention of the younger woman isn’t to harm       it’s not just an act from the experience she had, she could see when someone was hiding something. Nothing in her expression gave her off. “I need to know that you are safe, for everyone.” 

             She lets out what sounds like a whine, curling up further in the fetal position, and trying to hide her face before responding,

          “If you saw what I am, you wouldn’t call me ‘safe.’ You’d just think I’m a monster.” Her voice is shaky, as if she’s crying. Two glowing red dots suddenly appear on her shoulders, one on each side, as if they’re an extra set of eyes. That’s when she looks back up at Alex, her pupils now glowing the same color red. 

             She stands, her body rising to be almost double Alex’s size; where smooth skin once coated her, sharp, bone-white plates juts out from her now-black, scaled skin. It appears to be some kind of natural, exoskeletal armor, forged over years of pain and conflict. Her hair has vanished, and her head, also covered by the white armor, extends backwards to connect into her back. As her transformation finishes, a clawed hand comes up to press against the glass, causing it to crack, even though the creature was hardly using her full strength.

          “Do you see, agent?” she asks, her voice ghostly and hissing, “You asked me my name, earlier, and I told you it was X. This is a half truth; my full name is Monster-X.” Those red eyes, all four, now peer right through Alex’s very soul, it seems. “So, tell me, do you still think of me as the innocent girl you brought in?”

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chaosthxory:

“My mama says you should always be kind to people.  Most of them are going through things you can’t understand and we should all try to help each other.’

             A smile graces X’s features as she explains this,

          “Your mother sounds like a wonderful person. I’d love to meet her some day, if you wouldn’t mind that?” X goes to sit before Megan, “...Megan, do you believe in aliens?”

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warriorveined:

Kara put her hands on her hips, looking up at her once she’d transformed. It was like nothing she’d ever seen before, but she wasn’t afraid. Not after talking to her, though she did get how other people could be frightened. She was so large that anyone would be uneasy.

         “I’ve never seen anything like you before. You’re incredible.”

          “You really think so...?” she switched back to her human form--her true one was usually only for combative purposes. “I-I don’t exactly have the most...pleasant experience in that form...” she remarks, looking away. “Have you ever felt your skin itch, but be unable to scratch because most of your skin is covered by bone-armor? Or been so upset at something that you breathe flames? Or even had a staring contest for so long that your body mistakes it for a target, and fires bolts of lighting through whatever it is?”

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warriorveined:

                   “Yes, I can.” Kara answered, turning her head to display her heat vision to the other woman, wanting to show her what she was capable of. As it’s mentioned this wasn’t her true form, she turned back. “Oh, well, that’s perfectly normal. I have a friend who’s a Green Martian and his true form isn’t one he wears that often, but I’ve seen it. There are even alien bars around here! People are more accepting than you’d think.” She assured her with a smile. “I know.. I didn’t pick it myself, so…I wouldn’t have chosen it, but I’ve come to like it.”

        “Y-yeah, but people...get frightened when they see me.” she turned away. Suddenly, she stood up, and transformed. Her true state was a hulking behemoth of a creature. Truly, the word ‘Monster’ would be best used to describe it.

        “This is what I really look like.”

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girlxofxsteel:

Kara grins at her and says a little loudly into the wind in case X has normal levels of hearing, “That’s amazing! Once we get you some clothes, we’ll test it out!”

She’s glad to see X having positive responses. From the sounds of it, the girl has had a rough life and to see she still has positive reactions and emotions is relieving. It isn’t, of course, the only indication of a health mind, but it’s a start.

They land slowly, gracefully, on the balcony of the DEO headquarters briefing floor and Kara sets X on her feet. “My sister will want to have a look at you to make sure you’re healthy and safe. We’ll get you some clothes now too.”

She puts a hand on X’s cloth covered elbow and gestures towards the open balcony doors. Kara knows everyone in there is battle ready and well aware that she’s back and brought company. Thankfully they’re all professionals and X likely won’t notice their onguard readiness. Kara wouldn’t have, but she’s aware she is a little too trusting sometimes.

           X puts her hands to her ears, 

        “I can hear like you!” she replies, whining at the shout. When they eventually arrive at the DEO, X stares them all down. Slowly, she gets out of Supergirl’s arms, feet tentatively feeling the cold floor, and she turns to Kara,

        “They’re all staring,” she whispers, nervously.

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roltikkonn:

       “I do say so.” Darla insisted with a smug grin. “Well?” She nudged X gently. “Are you going to keep him waiting for your answer?”

           X bit her lip; she knew her answer would be a little...unsettling.

        “...You.” Of course, she isn’t aware that human customs are a thing, so...

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badassxlesbianxdetective:

“No. Sometimes I just have company over and we talk for a while and they end up being too tired to go home.” She smiles. “Are you hungry?”

        “Ah...sure?” She responds; truth was, she couldn’t get hungry. She had never tasted food, after all.

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chaosthxory:

“I mean, I should go back at some point.  My parenst do worry some times.  BUt I trust you not to hurt me so I can stay a little bit longer. 

        “Thank you, Megan.” X smiles softly, “You’re quite kind, you know.”

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warriorveined:

        With a breath, she launched herself back into the air, clearly frustrated that the other woman wasn’t listening to her. She kept as much of a distance as she could manage. “Wait, you can do all of those things?” Kara asked, impressed. “Where are you from? I’m Supergirl - I’m from Krypton. I can fly, obviously, and I have superhuman strength, speed, I’m invulnerable, I have heat vision… and x-ray vision, which is pretty cool. Super hearing, too. Plus a few other things. When I first started using my powers, I was a mess- but..  I learned to harness them. For good. You could do that, too. You could help people! I could help you learn.”

        “Y-you can?” She blinked, “I-I have most of those things, but...I have electric vision, and fire breath...” she mutters, “...A-and, this isn’t exactly my real form...” a pause, “S-Supergirl? That’s a very...unique name...”

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thexgiftedxones:

Kara frowned at that and gave her a gentle squeeze on her shoulder. “I found out something about my father I don’t like either, just recently.” She was trying to make the other feel better. “Longer name or just X?” She asks with curiosity.

        “M-Monster-X...” she trailed off, leaning into her hand, “D-did your father try to kill you every day, too?”