| Code Name: Shadow | (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

48: A Conversation With the Devil

Angry tears blinded Meg's vision as she limped through the Waverider, her hands shaking with fury.

At Kendra.

At Savage.

Even herself.

Vandal Savage wasn't dead- Rip's family was doomed- and there was nothing she could do to have killed him instead.

"Meg- you alright?" Jax asked as she limped past, her glare hard and clouded by shadows, jaw clenched. Meg didn't even move her head to look at him, too angry that her powers could erupt any moment. Thank the lord for the cuff that kept her from having blackouts.

"Fine." She snapped, her free hand wrapped tightly around her injured side. Meg's eyes glanced down at the thin piece of fabric that was wrapped tightly around her knee- soaked in her own blood. Tears threatened to fall down her face as Meg made her way to the holding cells. She knew she shouldn't be talking to him- but the redhead wanted to face the man who ruined her life.

Her father. Vandal Savage.

Margaret's anger seemed to grow more and more intense as she got closer to Savage's cell. Why couldn't Kendra kill him? Why did she get to make the decision with who lived and who died, and got everything her way- with Ray, with Carter, even with Savage.

Why couldn't see that decisions had to be made.

Why was she the only one who got to kill Savage?

The redhead let shadows slip from her fingertips, hitting the walls and dimming the hall as they covered the lights. Charged with power from the fluorescents, the shadows came back to Meg and filled her veins with sweet energy and power.

Then, she made it to the room where Savage stood in his cell. Standing up straighter, Margaret opened the door, glaring darkly at him as she limped into the room.

"Ah! Margaret. What a pleasant surprise." He grinned, folding his arms.

"Dick." Meg spat, turning to face him. Savage smiled.

"My dear daughter- you do not look well."

"I'm not the one behind bars, psychopath."

Savage paced the floor- probably thinking of several ways to get into his daughter's head.

"Let's have a nice chat, you and I. Settle a few... Disclaimers." He said.

"Whatever you say I'm not going to believe you." Meg hissed, "I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable in your final hours. Tell me how to unlock Carter's mind so we can kill you already!"

Her father smiled, letting out a sinister chuckle, "This is really torture, for you, isn't it? Seeing me spared by the one person who can kill me." He grinned, "So... How was Kyle? I believe you saw him just a day ago."

More intense anger stirred in her gut as Meg stopped leaning against the wall, her fists clenched. She took a step towards the thick she, her fist smacking against the clear barrier.

"Don't you dare talk about Kyle to me. You have no right." She growled, seething.

"I bet it really eats you up inside that you're not even related to him. Your whole family- you have no relation to. Your parents were my pawns- I manipulated and watched them and you." He explained blissfully.

"No... You're wrong!"

"They were, Margaret. And your narcolepsy- that was all part of the plan. You're whole life was influenced by me. Every person you killed, ever decision you made." He continued, smiling at Meg's misery.