Hey guys, I am TOTALLY new to this. I have always wanted to try writing and I'm doing some traveling and thought why not? So I'm a total rookie and would appreciate any feedback to my writing style, grammar, or fandom knowledge. And I am going to start off with a shorter chapter because I want some opinions and I'm trying this out. Well let's get started and not really sure where this story is going so it will be interesting for sure.

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Chapter 1

Barry Allen was running late. Again. He sighed and pulled out his cell phone to look at the time. 6:08. Crap. He knew Iris was expecting him at 6:00 for dinner. Taking a moment to look around, he ducked into the nearby alley. He took a deep breath and sped off stopping just short of the restaurant. He knew the team at the lab didn't like when he used his powers if it wasn't an emergency but he considered this an emergency. Brushing off his red shirt, he walked in. It had been Iris's idea to meet and catch up. She had been really busy lately with her new job, and Barry had been busy saving the world. Okay saving the city. Small difference. Even though Iris was with Eddie, Barry thought he had finally accepted it. This dinner was to show himself and Iris that he could keep his feelings in check. He walked up to the host and grinned.

"Excuse me, but I'm meeting a friend here. We had a reservation for 6:00."

Without looking up the woman asked, "Name?"

"Allen," Barry answered.

"Oh," she exclaimed, "someone left a note for you. A man."

"Excuse me?" That was weird Barry thought. He watched her bend below the podium and pull out a white envelope from the shelf underneath. She frowned as she handed him the mysterious envelope.

"Yea we usually aren't a delivery service, but here you go." She rolled her eyes as Barry stepped to the side confused. If Iris couldn't make it she would have just called or shot him a text, right? Something was clearly wrong and he knew he wouldn't like it.

Knowing nothing good would come from it, Barry tore open the envelope. There was a letter printed on the inside. He read it cautiously.

Dear Mr. Allen,

We know who you really are. If you wish to see your friend alive again, you will complete the following instructions. Walk outside to the black bench across the street. When you get there look behind it, and you will see a plastic cup. Drink the contents in it. Then wait on the bench. We are watching and will help you proceed. Don't do anything you will regret, or your pretty friend will pay the price. Looking forward to meeting you face-to-face.

-The enemy you didn't know you had

Barry swallowed. He looked around him but didn't notice anyone watching him. He felt sick to his stomach. Hadn't he been careful? His identity being unknown was the key to everything.

And Iris! Was she okay? He couldn't stand the idea of her being held by some monster. Waiting for the Flash to save her.

He knew what he had to do. Surrender. He would never risk Iris's life. He slowly walked over to the bench and looked behind it. Sure enough there was a plastic cup filled with a sort of clear liquid. He picked it up and sat down. If anyone thought that what he was doing was odd, they didn't show it. I'm doing this for you Iris he thought as he forced himself to drink it. It had no taste, but he instantly felt weak. He knew without trying, it had numbed his powers. He was in the enemy's hands now. He slumped forward without being able to stop and waited on the bench like that.