So, this is my Inertia story. I'm also working on an Impulse one, so go check that out! If you already are reading my Impulse story I warn you that THIS STORY HAS SPOILERS FOR Mondays Are the Prettiest Days! Anywho, let's begin.

Disclaimer: Only own my OC.

Song for this chapter: Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz

Cyanide walked across the rooftops, gun in hand. I had taken up the Cyanide mantel with pride. The original Cyanide was a girl named Monday Jade Quinnzel. She used to be a hero named Pyro, (but that all changed when the fire nation attacked.) but that was flipped upside down when the Joker broke into her life. She took on the role of Cyanide for a very short time, but made sure that her time as Cyanide went with a bang. And it did. Now I, Kristiel LaRue have taken a new spin on the character.

Despite my name, I'm no angel. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell. Ha, the irony. I'm named after an angel, but destined for hell unless God is missing an angel and when I waltz in and he's like, "Hey, Kristiel! Been a while!"

The irony.

I walk across the rooftops, silently. Appearance wise I had an oval face, round brown eyes which were currently black thanks to contacts, a button nose, tan skin coated in freckles, and stood at 5' 5". I had this massive zit on my forehead that never goes away so I just named it and accepted it into society. My hair was bright red, and the way it's cut... The best way I can describe it is like Ariel's. I had painted the black diamond shapes on my eyes with accuracy and didn't forget the small hear under my left diamond. My lips were bloody red and I had an evil menacing grin. My costume was a black leather jacket, a grey tank-top, dark skinny jeans and combat boots. I had changed the Cyanide appearance a bit, but no big deal. I had my simple 9mm Glock and my vials of cyanide in the lining pockets of my jacket- hence the name Cyanide.

The original Cyanide only killed one person, but I was different. I killed who ever I needed too without question and collected my prize, what ever valuables were on the criminal and if I'm lucky, whatever I've been paid. I was 23 years old, and currently after a target. My target was a pathetic scum bag who sold drugs to teenagers behind the cinema. I had my gun loaded, ready to go and sat on the roof of the cinema, waiting. It was Friday night, so teengers would clog the theatre and he would show. It got to 11:30 pm, I had been out for 30 minutes and he showed. All of the people were exiting the showing and a group of jocks and kids who most would classify as 'emo' and some druggies went out to the back. The fat old man was waiting. I hopped down off the roof, swinging off some of the pipes in the wall and landed safely. I aimed my gun out at the man and said, "Tsk, tsk. Thought you relied on the Red Hood, old man?"

"The Red Hood don't own me!"

"Man, you need to get some better grammar! I mean, selling to kids and all, at least teach them proper English!" and with that I shot him, plain and simple. He hit the ground, people dropped their drugs and ran. One druggie was attempting to gather all the dropped contents. I aimed my gun at him. "You don't want to do that."

He made a face of pure fear and ran off. I grinned my evil, menacing grin and turned to leave before I heard a voice say from behind, "Impressive."

I turned around to see a blonde haired, green clad, and sometimes snobbish speedster. I rolled my eyes and said, "With what you've managed to do before how is this impressive?"

"Well, you took out a major drug boss in less than a minute with out any guards to beat the crap out of you, so I say that's impressive."

I crossed my arms, "You never show up unless you want something, Inertia."

"I don't want anything except the speed force, but Impulse has hogged it all. I've been relying on Velocity 9 ever since he had absorbed all of the speed force."

"And why do you need me?"

"Because you're close to his pesky girlfriend, what was her name? Pyro? No she stopped being Cyanide and Pyro a few years ago. I suppose it makes no difference, but I need your help."

"I'm no criminal."

"The record on Cyanide says otherwise."

"The drug dealer I just killed counters your effects of accusing me of crime."

"Murder is still murder, Cyan."

"Call it hat you want but I'm wasting my life fixing something destined to end sooner or later."

Inertia sighed. "You used to always help me."

"Yeah, then I became smart and no-so-blonde."

"How does being blonde have anything to do with this?"

"Sorry, stereo-typing. Go on."

"Anyways, are you in or not?"

"I'll think about it."

"You have until Thursday, see you then Cyan."

"Wait!"

"Yes?"

"What's in it for me?"

"Revenge."

With that he left, running at hyper-sonic speed. I frowned. Revenge. I couldn't remember the last time I had promised vengeance on someone except- Oh no... I thought that fight was forgotten. I thought those bruises were healed. No, this was not good. In hindsight I did want vengeance, I was just ignoring it. Letting bygones be bygones. Never let it pass. It will be a huge mistake. I suddenly felt anger against him flow through my veins. Not anger against Inertia but anger against a man. The man who didn't save my parents in time when I lived in Central City. There was a fire, a huge one. It burned down the office my mom and dad worked at. He saved everyone but them. I wanted to kill the Flash.

I sighed, and pulled a flip phone from my pocket. I entered Inertia's cell phone number and there was an answer.

"Hey, Thad?"

"Yes, Kristi?"

"I'm in."

Okay, so that's the beginning and I feel confident about this story, because there aren't many Inertia fanfics out there and I feel he deserves them so I created Kristiel LaRue, this story takes 2 years after Mondays Are the Prettiest Days,which is still a work in progress, but I feel I can mesh both stories quite nicely and yeah. Also, for each chapter there will be a song that I recommend for each chapter, that I think fits the chapter perfectly so listen to them while reading!:) Please, follow, favorite, and review!