Barry cursed, frustrated, and heard Caitlin tell him off through his earpiece.
"You, know for a superhero you sure have a dirty mouth Barry Allen." Her tone was teasing but Barry really wasn't in a teasing mood.
"Sorry Caitlin but I've been trying to get this guy for three hours now. How the hell am I supposed to stop him if I can't touch him? You said the suit wouldn't stop him from raining my powers."
Cisco spoke up this time, sounding annoyed at the speedsters tone.
"Hey, this isn't my suits fault okay dude? Your just gonna have to do one of those mini tornado things you do."
Barry grunted in annoyance. He knew he shouldn't be getting angry at his team, it wasn't their fault this meta-human was a tricky one. The guy could drain other meta-human's powers which would be helpful if he was a good guy but because this was central city he was not a good guy. Not at all. His MO so far had been borrowing the powers from other meta-humans and using them to steal as much as he could. And he was very good at it.
Luckily Cisco said that the power stealing wouldn't last long and the powers he took faded away from him and back to the original meta-human within a couple of hours. Still he had to be careful.
Cisco had named the guy Dracula. For draining their pow-yeah you get the point.
For the last three hours Barry had sped around him and done everything he could to stop him getting away with the van of gold he had taken from the bank but the Dracula still possessed the powers from the last meta-human he had encountered. He was fazing through walls, specifically bank walls, and any other trap that The Flash set up to stop him. It was just getting to the time that his powers would wear off.
"Okay Cisco he's coming up to the turn, do your thing." The stolen truck sped down the street, barley slowing down to turn the corner before Cisco armed some tire spikes in the middle of the street with something he had set up from the lab.
The truck didn't have adequate time to stop and rolled right over the spikes, popping all four tires and rolling the van completely. The Flash's duty was to protect the people of this city, both good and bad, all their lives were worth something. And so having a Meta-human die in a rolling truck that he had helped to roll, wasn't something that he could let happen.
He had no choice but to pull Dracula from the truck and would have to hope that the guy would be too shocked to take his powers from him.
Timing it right, so he didn't get crushed too, Barry sped into the cab of the truck, mid-roll, long enough to grab the meta-human and get out before either of them were crushed. Once he had the guy Barry sped them to the sidewalk where they could watch the wreckage from a safe distance.
Joe was already waiting with a pair of cuffs and The Flash took his hands off Dracula as soon as he could but through the noise of the truck rolling he could feel his powers draining.
He felt heat and electricity being pulled out of him, trailing up his arms and into the hands of the bank thief now standing over him.
"Damn Flash these powers feel good. I can feel my hair standing up with all this electricity." After all that running and now without his powers Barry was completely drained of energy and couldn't even move as his mask was pulled off. He could hear Joe yelling his name but he knew he wouldn't be here fast enough.
"Let's see who the man is under this mask shall we?"
Barry's hands fluttered on the concrete, weakly trying to keep his identity, and therefore his friends and family, safe. But the fabric was pulled from his face and Dracula snickered.
"Nice to meet you kid, but unfortunately I have to run. You'll be seeing me later." He threw the mask back to the ground before speeding off before Joe could reach him, leaving a trail of lightning after him.
Barry heard Cisco and Caitlin yelling in his ear and saw a glimpse of his adoptive dad above him before everything faded to black.