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Comic book fans: I haven't read the comic books, so everything I've based my story on is the CW TV shows (and Wikipedia).
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"Still not fast enough," announced the man in the yellow suit, "How will you save your girlfriend if you can't even keep up?"
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Barry was quivering with fury. His whole body was vibrating, his cells moving faster than they had ever before. Barry Allen was literally sparking, with little arcs of electricity leaping haphazardly around his body.
The little lightning bolts cracked around Central City's resident guardian angel's figure like a halo, as if he truly was from another world. On the other hand, the yellow-clad man standing in front of him seemed eerily calm, but with his glowing red eyes, he seemed a vengeful demon. From Iris' perspective (tied up and dazed), the Flash was a beautiful angel while the other speedster was the devil incarnate hell bent on vengeance.
"Who are you?" Barry demanded, "Why are you doing this?" Barry hadn't bothered to disguise his voice, and Iris' eyes went wide. She knew that voice that was... Barry?
The Reverse Flash just smiled, his lips widening until the sardonic smile was closer in resemblance to baring his teeth than a smile. "Barry, Barry, Barry," the man in the yellow suit berated with a disappointed sigh, "Now where would be the fun in that? Oh, no, Mr. Allen, we're doing this the hard way." With those words, the Reverse Flash confirmed Iris' suspicions. Barry was The Flash.
The response enraged Barry. He was certain this was the man he'd seen in his house when he was eleven. This was the lightning man who had killed his mother and framed his father for her murder. Why had he come back, and why was he after Iris now? Barry didn't know. The only thing he was 100% certain of was that this man had, could, and would hurt Iris, and he needed to stop him. With that final thought, the scarlet speedster charged at the man in the yellow suit with a loud battle cry.
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Iris was in shock. Give the girl some credit, she had just be kidnapped, taken at speeds of over 800 miles per hour, and discovered that there were two - not one - speedsters in Central City. And one of them was... Barry? Her Barry - the Barry who had grown up just one bedroom away, the Barry who told her everything? It was impossible, yet somehow, it was true. Iris couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it. Barry would never lie to her, especially about something this big, would he?
Desperate, she thought back to all the times she had met the Flash. The two men couldn't be the same man, right? But the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. This was the reason for the instant and natural familiarity that she had shared with the Flash, the reason why they felt so comfortable together. Her whole world flipped upside down.
Barry... was her best friend.
Barry... was the Flash.
Her best friend... was the Flash.
Iris felt like she'd been hit by by a truck (the whiplash didn't help), then the truck had reversed, and ran her over again. How could the person she had trusted the most - her best friend - not tell her about such a big part of his life?
What Barry had done was no forgivable little white lie, it was an entire side to him he'd kept her in the dark about. She wasn't just angry at him, she was betrayed and hurt. She edited her earlier thoughts.
Barry... was her ex best friend.
Barry... was the Flash, the speedster watching over Central City.
Her ex best friend... was the Flash.
She was furious, and if she wasn't tied up, she would have been beating the crap out of the red speedster herself. But she was tied up, and it was the mysterious yellow speedster beating the crap out of her Barry.
Iris was learning that it was really hard to be mad at someone you loved as you watched a stranger knock the living daylights out of them.
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Barry was getting his ass handed to him. The man in the yellow suit was faster, stronger, and smarter. He was always one step ahead of Barry, taunting him, letting him come so close, then pulling away. Barry had almost given up hope of beating his opponent. He hadn't been able to save his mother from this man in the past, and even now, with all his new powers he wasn't even close to a fair fight. How could he beat a man who was so far ahead of him? The only thing pulling him through the fight, the only reason he kept fighting was Iris. If this man was free, Iris would never be safe. Even if they left Central City - which he couldn't do anyway - they would spend the rest of their lives looking over their shoulders. No, Barry had to push through the pain that pulsed all over his body and fight for Iris.
Groaning, he pulled himself to his feet, while his tormentor waited expectantly for Barry's next move. The Reverse Flash wasn't even breathing hard. He could have taken Barry down anytime he wanted, but he always waited for Barry to make his play first.
It was just a game to the yellow speedster, and that infuriated Barry Allen. He had tried everything, was still no closer to beating the Reverse Flash and getting answers.
The Reverse Flash seemed to be picking up on Barry's energy depletion. He spoke, in his creepy vibrating way.
"This isn't about Iris," he confessed, "it never was. This is about you, Barry. It was always about you."
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