"You still remember kissing her. She was your first love. Are you sure you have what it takes to kill her?"
Killer Frost turned to look at Savitar, as he polished his speed suit.
"I don't love her anymore. I'm, not Barry anymore. I...am...a..God!" Savitar snapped.
"I need to get my utility blades!" He stormed off down the hallway from his lair.
He began thinking to himself, How could I kill Iris? Haha! She means nothing to me.
Come on Barry! You Can do it!
He heard young Iris in his head. He thought back on the time when Joe had taken him and Iris to the park to learn how to fend off bullies. He began remembering how much he loved her. He hated Barry because he took everything from him but hated Iris more because not only did she remind him of his weakness, but now all of the memories he had shared with her now she shared with "the real Barry".
I loved you before i even knew what the word love meant,"
"Shut-up!" He snapped to himself.
His brain was playing games with him and replaying all of his dearest memories of him and Iris back to him. He was a God. Nothing could overpower him; he thought.
He made a right turn into a dark room. He walked over to a toolshed in a corner and frantically searched for the blades.
"Hey Bar." said a voice from behind him. He hesitated and slowly turned around.
"Don't be scared Bar. It's Me."
He turned around and saw the beautiful short brunette standing in the doorway.
CLANK!
The wrench he was holding in his hand fell to the ground.
"Iris?" He said, walking towards her slowly.
"No! This isn't possible! You are playing with my head. You can't be real. You're a hallucination!"
She began walking towards him.
"Go away! Stop playing with my head. You aren't real!"
She stopped right in front of him. The height difference was now even more evident now.
He gazed in her were a beautiful russet color. His gaze slowly fell down to her full red lips.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
The flashback replayed in his head. Iris had just came into Barry's Lab in a beautiful rose' colored dress. He remembered how beautiful she had looked that day. He couldn't stop staring at her. He wanted to feel her lips on his.
He hated Eddie for that. He almost died on the inside, when he found out Iris was moving in with him. Eddie would have the woman he was madly in love with to himself every night and it sickened Savitar.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Asked Iris with a concerned demeanor.
Savitar shook his head and snapped out of it. His facial expression quickly changed from endearing to skeptical.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
He turned back to his tools trying to remember what he was trying to look for.
"I know you're just a fragment of my imaginati-"
he felt a hand on his neck. He sighed and closed his eyes.
"This is the third night in a row."[Iris]
"I know something else that's happened three nights in a row."[Barry]
He had forgotten how soft her hands felt on his skin. He missed kissing her, touching her, and feeling her react to his every movement. Being with her was his utopia.
He had buried all of his feelings for her under all of this hate. He knew that he wouldn't be able to kill the woman he still loved.
He slowly opened his eyes and the touch on his neck became a rough grip. He turned around and his frantic look changed to disappointment.
"Oh, it's you." His eyes went from Frost to the wrench that he had dropped on the floor earlier. He picked it up and headed to the hallway back for the lair.
Of course , why would she come to see me? Why would she love me? I'm a monster…
"Hi….Barry."
He quickly turned around and saw the beautiful terrified brunette standing in the hall, tears streaming down her face.