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Leonard Snart had no idea where he was or what he was doing. The very fact he was disoriented irked him. The knowledge he was strapped down to a table, sufficiently trapped? That infuriated him. However, he well knew that if his anger got the better of him, it would put him in a position of weakness, so he gulped back his anger and surveyed the room.

The dreary room was deadly silent and terrifyingly chilly. Pipes ran up the corners of the walls like a tangled mess of rusty vines up a trellis. Black mold spread its toxic fingers across the mottled brown ceiling. A huge metal door with a strange-looking slit about a quarter of the way down stood like a formidable sentinel. Snart could see shadows dash across the slit, but whoever was passing his door never stopped in front of it. He wished they would. If he could know what was going on, then he could deal with it. He loathed being clueless.

How did I get here? Last I remember I was helping out that ungrateful snot, Barry Allen. Snart rolled his eyes. Barry Allen had asked him to help catch a Meta known as Persephone She had been difficult to capture due to her ability to grant hallucinations of one's greatest hopes and dreams. Ordinarily, Snart would never drop his thieving business to help Barry capture a common Meta, but this one was different. This one, according to Barry and his Goody-Two Shoes Gang, was being forced to kill and cause all manner of havoc. Persephone was being forced to be evil under pain of torture or death by a more powerful, male Meta. That's why Snart got involved in the first place, and that's why he was caught off guard when Persephone suddenly turned on him.

Right. That's how he ended up here. Snart was no Knight in Shining Armor, but he didn't care a rip for people who hurt women and children, so when an opportunity came to save a woman who was hurting, he jumped on it. What was with him? He'd never jumped on the "Save the Day" bandwagon before, but now that the Flash was presenting him with opportunities to punish those who were lawless and amoral, he found himself being drawn to action like a shark to blood.

The sound of metal screaming like an old hag jarred him out of his thoughts. A woman with pale, curling hair stepped into the room, her eyes rimmed with long, full lashes. Those same eyes stared at him earnestly, almost pityingly. Persephone. She leaned down over him, the ends of her hair tickling his ears. "Do you know why you're here, Captain Cold?" she asked, her voice a low purr.

"I would say that it's because you enjoy my company, but I don't think that's right," Snart replied, staring back into her eyes with equal intensity.

She smiled, and leaned down to his ear. "You need to pay homage to Hades."

Snart raised an eyebrow. "Your master?" His voice was low and his skepticism was etched in every word.

Persephone nodded slowly. "You see, Snart, this is not the only reality. You will see a new one, one where things may have turned out...well, differently. If you go against your morals, then you prove yourself the same as my master, and therefore, as his slave as well."

"I'm no one's slave," he spat. "You can't make me do anything. I'll die first."

Something like pity clouded her eyes. "No, no, no. No. You see, I will make sure you do not die, but I can make sure those you care about will...eventually."

His stomach clenched and sweat pricked on his forehead. Despite these cursed involuntary responses, he remained calm. "You're lying."

Persephone chuckled, a grating, musical sound in the back of her throat. "Mmmm. Just obey." With that, she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.

Fire leapt through his limbs, as ice filled his core. Leonard Snart had never been in so much pain in his entire life, and all he wanted was for it to stop. He felt as though his very soul was being torn from his body. With his own scream echoing in his ears, he shot up.

Somehow, someway, he had been transported to a different place, and, according to the clock on the side-table, another time.