Barry Allen is walking down the street, heading home. It's 11 PM, so it's already dark outside, but Barry just finished his work at the CCPD, because there was a lot to do today, since seven people went missing. In one day, in the same town.

Damn.

That's too much. Not like only one is good, because getting kidnapped isn't fun, it's just that this makes the police look...lame. Too slow. And now, the people of Central City are scared. No. Terrified. They are terrified. No one knows, who's next, or where's the next kidnapping going to happen. Who knows? It could be you, your neighbor, your child, your husband, your best friend, your parents...anyone. But no one knows shit, and 37 people went missing in the last two weeks.

While walking, Barry was thinking about how this city needs a hero, like Starling City. They have the Green Arrow. How cool is that? He'd probably have caught those kidnappers by now, or hell, even on the first day, and everyone would be safe. That would be so much better.

Barry was getting deeper in his thoughts, when suddenly, he felt an arm around his neck, another around his torso, pulling him into an alley.

Barry grabbed the arm his throat, trying to pull it away, but with no success. Then he tried to shout for help, or tell the guy to stop, but he couldn't make a sound, he could barely breathe, thanks to the arm pressed against his throat. The man was holding Barry in that position for a while, not saying anything, not doing anything, just holding him. After ten seconds, Barry started to wonder that what was gonna happen to him, if he's going to be kidnapped, like the other people, or maybe he'll be killed right here. He didn't have a long time to think, because fifteen seconds after the huge, bald guy pulled him into that alley, a black van rushed un their way, and stopped in front of them. A brown haired, muscular guy got out of the van and headed their way. The guy who was holding Barry now tossed him off to the floor. Barry greeted the ground with his face. He felt dizzy, thanks to the fall, and he was pretty sure that his nose was broken. As he tried to collect himself, he felt a hand grabbing his hands and pulling them behind his back. He knew what was coming. He is going to be kidnapped. No one will ever no if he's still alive ir not, no one will find him, he will die, leaving behind his life, Joe and Iris...

'No, this can't happen.' - thought Barry, and as he was laying on his stomach, and the guy was kneeling next to him, Barry collected all his powers, teared hus hands away, turned on his back, and kicked the guy on his jaw, as strong, as he could.

"Aaaahh, fuck!" - said the guy, who was holding Barry before, as he fell on his butt.

Barry now tried to sit up, to get away, to escape these mad people, and never meet them again, but life ain't cute. Before he could do realize what was happening, he saw a fist, dangerously flying closer and closer to his face, but he couldn't move away. He felt the fist connecting to his face, and he felt himself falling back on the ground. The punch was so big, it left him half unconscious, but he could feel, that he was turned on his belly again, and were being tied behind his back. Now he felt the guy going down, also tying up his legs with duct tape. The. he felt someone standing above him, so he turned his head to see who it is. Of course, it was the guy who Barry kicked in the jaw a few minutes ago.

"Son of a bitch." - said the guy, and he kicked Barry in his side. Barry took a sharp breath, trying not to scream...

'Scream. That's it.'SOMEBODY HELP!! PLEA-MMMHHHHHPPPPPH!!!!" -Barry couldn't finish it, because the brown haired guy pressed his hand on Barry's mouth.

"Shut him up, and let's move." - said the bald guy, and the brown haired guy pulled out a washcloth from his pocket and shoved it into Barry's mouth. Then he grabbed Barry by his collar, and threw him into the back of the van. Then he shut the door, and both men got into the front of the vehicle.

"This is fucking ridiculous. When will the boss get more sedatives? We ran out of it two shitty days ago." - said the bald dude.

"No shit. Now drive." - and they started going.

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