First of all, this first chapter isn't that long, but I will try my best to update quickly, and hopefully, with longer chapters. If you're reading this, you are a beautiful human being, and thankyou for existing and reading my work. Have fun, my dear readers.
Barry was sitting in a chair, in the middle of the cortex. He was endlessly looking around, always ready for something to pop up from nowhere.
Yeah.
He's gotten a little paranoid, since he decided to be alone, after Zoom took his speed. At first, it seemed like a good idea. Like, he would have time to clear his head, find a new hobby, be better at his work. That didn't happen. He just stopped going to work, and when Joe asked him about it, he told him that he wasn't ready to go back to work. Yet.
But that was two months ago. The others were calling and texting Barry, but he just snapped back aggressivly multipe times, so after all, the others started looking for him. They only hoped Barry would contact them soon.
When the alarm went off in the Labs, Barry at first didn't even realize what was happening. He thought he was hallucinating again. He stood up from the chair, and walked over to the computer, to see, that the alarm did go off. And not any alarm. The meta-human alarm.
He stared at the screen in disbelief. He stepped back and began pacing around the room. This was the first meta attack since he lost his speed. He didn't even think about what to do if a meta shows up. He rubbed his forhead nervously, looking at his suit.
He didn't have his speed anymore...but the other metas didn't know that. He could just show up, and threathen them...yes. That's a good idea.
He changed into his suit - wich took more time at normal speed -, got in a S.T.A.R Labs van, and began driving. Ten minutes later, he arrived a block away from the bank that was currently being robbed. He got out of the van, and began running to the bank, like a normal person.
He stepped into the bank, wearing that brave smirk on his face, even though he didn't feel brave.
"Alright, that's it boys! Put down the money, and your hands in the air, because The Flash is here." He said as he stepped forward, taking in the scene.
Two men. Both around their thirties. One of them was stuffing the money in the bag, the other one holding the gun, ready to shoot anyone who moves. When Barry began speaking, the one with the bag had a terrified expression on his face, but the one with the gun just smirked bravely. Probably the second one was the meta, that's why he seemed so brave.
"Come at me, Flash!" Said the possible meta, as he aimed his gun at Barry and pulled the trigger.
Barry quickly dropped to the floor, but only like a normal human. And the man noticed that.
"What was that, Flash? Don't have your speed anymore?" He laughed as he walked over to him.
Barry quickly stood up, but the man just shook his head and shot Barry's thigh.
He bit down on his lip, and groaned out in pain, as he fell back to the floor, onto his back.
The meta pulled out a knife, and cut his own hand, making a little blood start dripping out of it. He brought his hand to Barry's face, and pressed down on the two sides of his jaw, causing him to open his mouth. The meta held his hands above Barry's mouth and clenched his fist, causing more blood to stream into his mouth. Barry tried to spit it out right away, but the hand pressing his jaw, moved over on his mouth, so he couldn't spit out the blood.
"Swallow it." Said the meta, firmly.
Barry shook his head.
"Alright." He sat on the top of Barry, so he couldn't use his hands, and covered Barry's nostrils with his free hands.
"I am going to let you breathe when you swallow my blood." The meta said simply.
Barry frowned at the taste of blood in his mouth. His lungs began screaming for air, his body shaking in panic. He gave up, and swallowed the blood with one gulp.
The meta let out a laugh of victory, as he released Barry's face, and got off him.
"Not so herioic now, are you, Flash?"
With a forceful movement, he kicked Barry's face.
Barry cried out in pain, as he felt his nose crack, hell, he even heard it.
The two men quickly left the scene with the money. From the corner of his eye, he saw that people began to surround him. He ignored the pain and stood up. He began stumling out to the S.T.A.R Labs van, blood streaming down his face and thigh. His whole body was begging him to stop, but he didn't stop until he reached the van. He sat behind the wheel, whining softly. With the remaining drops of his energy, he focused on the road, so he wouldn't cause an accident, just because he wasn't fast enough. By the time he made it to the Labs, he felt like crap. Things started to go blurry around him, and everything was horribly loud in his head.
He inserted the security code to the door of the Labs, and stumbled inside. He sopped in the middle of the cortex, trying to keep himself up. He had to think. He had to stay standing. He needed to get help, and he needed it fast, because the gunshot wound on his thigh was bleeding heavily. He decided to call Caitlin.
He began stumbling to the office to get the phone, but - just like always - the door was locked. He tried to type in the security code, but his vision doubled, and now he barely saw anything.
The facial recognition. That will help. Barry looked up at the camera above the keyboard, waiting for the system to recognize his face.
"Unknown face. Please leave the area, right now."
Said the robotic voice that Cisco built in.
Barry whined out. He didn't realize that it was because of his broken nose. It was so bad, it made his face unrecognizable for the system.
He tried the code once again, but he always failed, since he couldn't see the numbers. After several failed attempts, the alarms went off.
Two chains came down from the ceiling, a cuff on each chain's end. The system targeted Barry's wrists.
Barry only heard chains rattling, and he felt a cuff locking around both of his wrists. He felt a powerful tug, as the chains pulled back slightly to the ceiling, lifting Barry - whos the system recognized as an intruder - into the air by his wrists.
When the chains stopped moving, Barry found himself hung up by his wrists, five meters above the ground.
He panicked and tried to scream for help, but by now, his voice was barely above a whisper. He tried to pull out his wrists from the cuffs, but they were too tight, and he was too weak. He tried kicking in the air with his good leg, but that didn't help anything, so he stopped. He just hung in the air, completely alone.
The alarms stopped after fifteen minutes, and everything went silent. For a few minutes, Barry had the hope that maybe the cuffs would open up and finally drop him to the ground, but that never happened.
After thirty minutes, he began sobbing.
After one hour, the sobs turned into painful cries.
After two hours, he stopped crying, and just hung there, trying to pull out his wrists.
He failed.
After three hours, he began crying again. He cried all night, both in fear and pain. He cried until 2 AM, because then, he finally passed out.
…
Leonard Snart, also known as Captain Cold, parked his car outside S.T.A.R Labs. He grabbed his coldgun from the backseat, and got out of the car, wearing dark clothes, and of course, his iconic parka.
He heard from other criminals, that S.T.A.R Labs seems to be empty, because no one leaves it, or enters it anymore. A few days ago, Leonard decided to take advantage of that, and steal a few expensive weapons and techs from there. That's how he ended up at the gate of S.T.A.R Labs, at 5 AM.
He froze the lock of the gate - along with the keypad - with his coldgun, then smashed both with the back of the gun.
He chuckled, as he opened the door. "That was too easy."
He closed the door behind him, and slowly began walking further, freezing every security camera on his way inside.
He began walking around the Labs, pocketing everything that seemed expensive. He walked around every room, and took everything that meant a great business. The only room left was the cortex.
He walked in, looking down at his watch. Before he even looked up, he heard a quiet sob…
...sob?
He thought he was alone.
He quickly grabbed his coldgun and aimed it at the source of the sound.
But when he saw, that the source of the sound, was a crying Barry Allen, chained to the ceiling, his eyes widened.
*sobs* Wow. Thank you for reading. It means a lot. But can you please, please leave a review? So I can know that someone is reading this, and if I get that, I will know to continue. It will get better in the next chapters, we're just getting warmed up. Please, just the shortest review is enough. - Daniel