She’s to kill

When she was finally ready she donned her old Supergirl uniform, this might seem strange but she wouldn’t feel right assaulting the bank in her uniform. And secretly she was experiencing a secret thrill at the idea of the once pure Supergirl do something so forbidden.

She had charged into the building at super speed, heading straight down into the vault of the bank. She didn’t want to be seen, she was still holding out hope that things would return to normal. Although she was starting to also hope that it wouldn’t.

At the vault she cut open the doors with her heat vision, and with her strength she started to stuff as much gold into a bag as possible. A new giddiness was welling inside of her as she continued to pack in more gold. She was just starting to feel like embracing her eviler side that a security guard had his gun trained on her.

“I know who you are, you’re that fake Superhero. I’m not going to allow you to get away with it” he wimpered gun shaking.

“Oh I don’t have time for this” she groaned and simply slapped him aside. Unfortunately for him she had miscalculated, and the resulting **** broke his spine.

For a moment Supergirl stood there, she’d just killed. It was unnerving how little this bothered her. She’d just taken a life, but all she could think about was how they’d gotten in her way.

When Kara left the building she had a revelation, she was evil. But she enjoyed it, screw morality. She’d wasted her life protecting these ungrateful idiots, and they turned on her in an instant. By embracing her powers she had become a multi-millionaire overnight.

From now on she wasn’t Supergirl she was something else and she was going to love it.