Disclaimer: I own only Erin Smith and her family. Thanks to Caitlin51 for being my beta and thanks to highlander348 for reviewing the prologue.
Erin Smith sighed heavily, scrubbing the kitchen floor on her hands and knees. Her eyes, the strangest shade of green ever seen, were half-closed in agony. Her limbs ached. Those sad, strange eyes were held up by countless bags, all a deep shade of gray. Her skin, which used to glow like the sun, was pasty and bruised. She winced as her front teeth accidentally bit down on her already injured lip. Glancing around, Erin threw down her rag.
"Did I say you could stop?" Jackson yelled, coming up behind her. He aimed a kick at her side, the blow causing her to fall over. She looked pathetic, beaten, broken and sad. "Keep scrubbing, bitch."
"I'm not your slave," Erin cried out, mustering all the courage she had. "I'm your daughter!"
"Shut up," he spat and kicked her again, this time in her stomach. Erin curled up in a fetal position, and then glared at her father with pure hatred in her eyes. Mist began pooling around her crumpled form, slipping into her hands and forming balls of ice. He stumbled back, alarmed.
Jackson stumbled back, alarmed. "You're one of those freaks!" he exclaimed, narrowing his eyes at his daughter. He grabbed his gun from its holster clipped to his belt. "One of those freaks from TV, the same freaks that have been destroying the city! You bitch! Don't you hurt me or I'll kill you!"
Erin's expression shifted from one of confusion to one of deadly calm. "Kill me? Like you killed Mom? And Lisa? And Emy? You're a monster, a murderer-you're the freak!" She rose from the floor and smiled, the expression morphing into a truly terrifying smirk that made Jackson start shooting. In his terror, his hands shook and every shot missed. Erin tossed the balls of ice in her hands at him, scorching his shirt and burning his arm. Dry ice, she realized, judging by its effects. She threw more and he fell back, his gun skidding away from his hand.
"Don't kill me," he pleaded. "Please! Erin!" Erin just giggled and pressed her hands down over his heart. As soon as she did, ice formed around the organ that kept him alive and it stopped beating. He threw his head back and let out a choked sound before he stopped moving. His eyes, a brown completely different from Erin's own green, stared lifelessly at the ceiling of their apartment.
Erin stood. Her breath came out of her mouths in puffs of white fog, reappearing with every pant. She entered her bedroom, grabbed her duffel bag, and left the cold apartment.
Upon entering the drugstore, Erin headed toward the hair dye section, looking for a nice shade of black. As she passed a mirror, she noticed something unusual.
Blue hair. She had blue hair.
Erin grabbed at the electric blue strands, confusion etched onto her features. Her hair was blonde, not blue! Or, at least it had been blonde...One thing about her had remained the same, however: her eyes remained the same peculiar shade of green, the same shade of green as her mother's.
And Lisa's.
And Emy's.
The same shade of green.
Erin dangled her legs from the fire escape upon which she was perched. Gray fog blew around her as she watched Central City wake up. Ice spread out from where her hands rested, turning the air chilly despite the warmth of the morning sun which did little to warm to metal of the fire escape beneath her. Her blue hair, that she actually rather liked, was bound in a loose bun atop her head. Her eyes darted around, trying to take in the view. It had been a few days since she had killed her father, since she had robbed that drugstore. It was worth it, she decided, pulling a granola bar from her jacket pocket.
"Erin Smith?" a voice sounded from below. She glanced down at the alleyway, not seeing him at first, then twisted a little, and there he was, clad in tight red material with a lightning bolt on his chest.
"You're him," she said, hurrying down the stairs. "You're the Streak, the guy who's been saving Central City."
He nodded. "And you're the girl who killed her father." His words made Erin stop just before she joined him on solid ground.
"He deserved it," she replied, her tone harsh. "He beat me. He killed my mom and my sisters!" The Streak's expression changed. His eyes hardened.
"That doesn't mean killing him was the right thing to do," he said. "You could have gotten justice for them another way." She stayed silent. "Listen, Erin. I know your powers are new and strange and you don't know how to control them."
"I do too!" Erin retorted childishly, her hands formed into fists. Mist began to pool around her again. It seeped into her hands and the balls of ice began to form. "How dare you! You don't know me or my father or anything!" She threw the chunks of ice in his direction, but he managed to evade them. The ice hissed into steam where it hit the concrete. He suddenly appeared in front of her, grabbing her wrists and staring into her eyes. The tears began to flow, and she beat her fists on his chest.
"Let me go!" she wailed, her words choked. "Damn it, let me go!" She was struggling, struggling, struggling, then she stopped struggling and just sobbed, burying her face into his chest. He embraced her, pulling her in closer.
"It's okay," he whispered. "Everything will be okay."
Erin hissed something, something that made the Streak tense. "I killed him…and I don't regret it. I never will."
Erin sat in a chair in S.T.A.R labs, staring at her knees. Caitlin, Cisco and Barry sat in front of her, silent, while Dr. Wells observed her from a side view. Her blue hair hung around her, shielding her face. She was shaking.
"You're welcome to join the team," Barry said softly, his eyes trained on the girl in front of him. She couldn't be older than 17, definitely not old enough to be out of school.
"So?" Her gaze rose to meet his and then it quickly shifted down. "What about when I'm not fighting crime with you? Where would I live? What about school? I've missed this entire year and I highly doubt this hero job pays well and pretty much every job requires a diploma and I refuse to work for any stupid fast-food business." She said this all in one breath and as soon as she was done, she set her jaw. The scientists stayed silent, but Barry, after a pause, piped up.
"You can stay with Joe."
"Who the hell is Joe?" Erin visibly relaxed into her seat, causing Cisco to grin a little. "Hobo Joe?"
"What? No," Barry said, shaking his head. "No, Joe is the guy that raised me after my mom-after my mom's murder, my adoptive father." She flinched. "But he's really nice and since Iris, his daughter and I moved out he has two extra bedrooms and I'm sure he wouldn't mind taking you in."
Erin frowned. "No. I don't do well with strangers. It's taking everything I have right now not to run screaming out of here. There's no way-"
"What other choice do you have?" Caitlin cut in, speaking for the first time since Erin had entered the lab. "None of us can take you in, unless you like sleeping on a couch. And you're only 17; you can still be taken into foster care."
"I'm not going to foster care," Erin argued, standing up. "And I'm not living with some stranger. I'll be fine. I'll-I'll figure something out."
Barry sighed, but nodded. "Alright. Welcome to the team, Erin."
"Yeah, welcome to the team-" Cisco paused and grinned wildly. "-Killer Frost."
Madeline: That was chapter 1 of Team Flash! For now until we reach Taylor's chapter, all chapters will be about the girls (and Jaden) and their backstory. If multiple girls are grouped together in a paragraph in the prologue, then their backstories will be in a chapter. together. I already have Jax and the triplets' chapters written, and I'm currently working on Ari and Cameron's chapter, so expect more updates soon!
Erin: Also, Madeline is using dress-up games to create us, so expect to see our costumes at some point in time or never!
Barry: Very optimistic. Anyway, review, follow, favorite. You probably know the drill by now.
Caitlin: Once all the backstories are up, Madeline will create a poll where you can vote on which girl Barry ends up with. Obviously the triplets and the twins will not be a part of the poll because the triplets and Jade are too young, and Jaden is both not a girl and too young.
Madeline: Once the girl for Barry is decided, I will post a chapter describing their first date and how some metahuman and/or the other girls ruined it.
Cisco: Also, another girl might not be a part of the poll because she'll be my love interest! Madeline is currently debating that.
Madeline: Bye!
~Madeline, Erin, Barry, Caitlin and Cisco