I know you are all...err...super confused right now. Good news is I will be explaining some of Hiccup's back story here :) It may sound confusing but I did do some research on it. Another thing you might be confused about in the last chapter. Even though Hiccup is trying to be...well...mysterious/scary to Team Flash he does have feelings. Remember he said he didn't want to hurt Barry, he also was sympathetic for the injuries he caused. Also I know I made Hiccup...well...kind of mean as well. The reason for that will surface eventually :)
Ok before I give to much away by rambling I guess I should do shout outs.
MaddyR: Ok...thank you for your vote :) Yeah I know it is confusing. But don't worry...this chapter should explain some of it (as I said above) Hopefully you'll get it :)
sweetchick621: Thank you ^^ Hiccup should really do some explaining to Team Flash but lets take it from his point of view for a second; one...he's been falsely accused for murdering someone (cough...I mean Toothless did it to defend him), and two he had to go up against a man who can run a mile in three seconds. He's probably going to be suspicious and unwilling to talk (and also trying to wrap his head around the concept that someone can move at super speed). Bur eventually he might talk; once he gets to trust them.
stormwingsky: Thanks! I will do one of those.
Tilicia: Don't worry...I don't like those stories much either :P No Bermuda triangle either or the whole 'their village was so isolated' blah, blah, blah. You'll see :) And thanks for your opinion!
Matt (Guest): Maybe... not sure yet. When the time is right I might.
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Trixi LaVere: Thanks! :D
Guest: (Chapter 1 review) I have my reasons...you'll see. Up till then please try not to kill me :P
firedog1235: Thank you so much! ^^ Yeah I agree...one name should do it. Thank you for voting :)
Oh and as a side note...majority vote! Myrkr wins! So for now (up until Hiccup decides to tell them his real name) that is what he will be calling himself!
Anyways enjoy! And don't forget to review!
Warning: Err...minor cursing
Disclaimer: I don't own the cover and I don't own the characters (except for minor OC's). I only own the plot.
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Brad nervously walked down the sidewalk carefully avoiding the ice that covered parts of the walkway. After walking several miles away from his office building he took a deep breath,
"Drago is so going to kill me when he hears about this. Now the police are involved."
He kept watching people who passed by him when he came to a stop near a building. Satisfied no one was watching him he slipped through into an alley way and walked several feet until he came across an abandoned storage facility. He gulped and pushed open the rusty door which emitted the sound of a dying elephant.
"Really need to put WD-40 on that blasted thing," he muttered.
Brad shut the stubborn door after shoving on it for several minutes. He then turned and walked toward a man watching him from the shadows; his legs shaking. The man was huge, much, much taller than Brad or even the masked man; his left arm was bulging with muscles and were crisscrossed in scars. All that was left of his right arm was incased in metal suggesting he had lost it. His greasy black hair was braided and scars mutilated his face. A permanent sneer covered his lips. Brad whimpered silently to himself.
"I see you've gotten into a fight," the man rasped.
His voice sounded as if he had gargled with acid and had eaten gravel after.
"Huh?" Brad asked stupidly.
"You idiot...your throat," the man snarled gesturing to it, "I see our masked friend got to you."
Brad gingerly felt his throat. The bruises were pretty bad.
"And he gained nothing from me...Drago" he retorted taking a step back from the man.
"Good...and lets hope he doesn't," 'Drago' rumbled, "Do you have anything to report?"
"Yes..." Brad started.
"Say yes sir...unless you want me to flay you alive like I did to that cursed boy...Erit son of Erit; the last man who dared to betray me," Drago snarled drawing a dagger from his coat.
"Of...of...of...of course sir," Brad's voice quivered slightly.
"Continue then unless you came here just to bother me with your prattle," Drago growled flickering the knife under his coat again as smoothly as he had unleashed it.
"Sir...the police are in now," Brad with a gulp, "They were...questioning me about...what happened last night. And one of them...a young kid maybe about twenty five or so knew that I...err...knew Calder."
There was silence.
"What did you say?" Drago said in an icy tone.
Brad quivered nervously, "I said the pol—"
He was cut off by Drago who grabbed him by the throat.
"I heard you the first time. Now the police are involved!?" he roared lifting the man up high into the air with one hand.
"Yes...sir," Brad managed to choke out trying to loosen his boss's grip on his throat, "They've been involved since...Clader's...murder. How that man knew I knew Calder...I have no clue."
"Hmpf...that fool shall pay for knowing that information. And Calder was an idiot. He should have known that beast would be protecting that boy," Drago sneered, " And that boy can never seem to be killed...just...like...me."
He released Brad roughly; the man fell the ground and crumpled to his knees gasping for air.
"If he finds me...it is all over," Drago continued ignoring the man wheezing on the ground, "For me and for him..."
"What...are...you...going...to...do...about...it?" panted Brad holding his neck as if to make sure it was still there.
He got to his feet shakily and backed several feet away. Dealing with this man was like dealing with a tiger. You never knew when it was going to strike.
"I'm not going to do anything..." Drago paused before grinning wolfishly, "You are."
Brad nearly fell on his back he was so startled.
"M-m-m-me?" he squeaked.
"Yes you..." Drago growled, "Unless you want me to show you want to see how fast Changewing Acid can burn you alive."
He indicated a metal barrel that had the words caution printed all over it and yanked the lid off. A sulfuric smell wafted out and the steaming bright green goo hissed as it came in contact with the air.
"Get it?" he snapped slamming the lid back down on the barrel.
"I understand sir. But...I thought you said..." Brad started.
"Dragons are dead? They are except for that miserable beast that boy has" Drago roared sweeping a stack of books off his desk before saying calmly, "But I still...just like him...have some trinkets from those useless creatures."
"What am I to do?" Brad paused before cautiously saying, "Sir..."
"You are to contact these people on this list," Drago said handing him a slip of paper, "And tell them to be on high alert. And if possible...kill that young man that knew to much information."
Brad grimaced and thought he would never kill the young man who questioned him about Calder. Though he worked for an evil man he didn't want to murder someone innocent in cold blood. But his boss's enemy was another story.
"Yes sir...but what if...err...your enemy was to attack me again?" Brad said tucking the paper into his pant's pocket.
Drago sighed and stalked over to his desk. After rummaging around in it for several minutes he pulled out a German Luger. He handed it to the man who took it gingerly; as if it would go off if he handled it in the wrong way.
"Have you ever heard of the saying...'Would you rather have your men; tired or dead'?" Drago said smoothly as Brad nervously stuck it in his pocket.
"Wasn't it from the German General Erwin Rommel during World War II?" Brad asked making sure the gun didn't bulge out of his pocket.
"Yes...but that is not the point," Drago grumbled.
"Then what is your point...sir?" Brad asked.
"My point is...I rather have the secret of my location die with the man who knows it..." Drago smirked.
Brad gulped. That was a pretty bad point.
"You have a choice...if confronted by my enemy there is one bullet in that chamber," Drago said smoothly, "You can either use it on yourself...or..."
Brad helped his breath praying that his boss's next words would be better.
"You can use it to kill that boy," Drago leered, "And get what I need from him."
"And if I fail?" Brad asked meeting Drago's eye for the first time in the conversation.
"If you fail...and you come back here empty handed... or if you try to run away from here and I find out about it," Drago mimicked breaking something with his hands, "Get it?"
The man nodded fearfully.
"Good...now get out of my sight!"
Brad bowed and tripped over a chair on his way out in his haste to leave. After the door slammed shut Drago sighed and pulled out a necklace from under his shirt. It glinted faintly; it was a similar necklace to one Hector wore. The other half.
"This boy will pay for his persitance. After he is killed...well...heh, heh...I have what I want."
Outside Brad glared at the building and made an extremely rude hand gesture toward it. He angrily kicked a nearby rusty soda can and said a mocking tone of Drago's voice,
"Do this Brad..do that Brad. Don't come back empty handed unless you want me to kill you Brad," Brad paused before saying in his normal voice, "Ugh...what a jerk and a sociopath. Just because he's older than me he thinks he can order me around. I can't believe I work for him."
Somewhere in the alley something fell over with a clang making the man yelp in fear. Images of the beast sighting from the night before flashed through his mind.
"I better get out of here..." he muttered.
Brad fearfully hurried away. Up on the rooftop of a nearby building unnoticed by the people milling around on the ground below as well as Brad; the masked man from the night before, straightened up. He sighed and wearily put down a spyglass he had been using.
"Well there he goes...what do you say bud?" the man said turning to the creature who was lying besides him, "Should we go after him?"
The creature snarled in response. It thumped its finned tail angrily on the rooftop. One of the fins was red and made of fabric...the other was of the animal itself; the fin was black and covered in scales.
"I thought so...we better go tonight. I somehow found Brad's address without having to turn to interrogation methods," the man sighed running his fingers through his hair, "Hopefully...we can have better outcome than last time."
The creature snorted and shook its head. It shot its rider a dirty look.
"Yeah I'm looking at you. This time as a precaution I will be leaving you farther away," the man scowled, "I don't need another murder on my hands by your account."
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"So this is where the guy lives?" Barry asked dryly slamming the door on the police cruiser shut.
He was not at all suspecting that the house of a businessman to be so...worn out. The paint was peeling off the door and the front lawn was covered in weeds. It looked more like the house of a squatter.
"Yep..." Joe commented quickly glancing at his notepad, "He's probably going to be scared out of his mind when he opens the door."
Good point; but now doubt of just one person.
"You mean of you...you are a detective after all," Barry commented starting up toward the door.
"He seemed pretty scared of you to," Joe teased.
Barry shrugged and hefted his backpack tighter on his shoulder. Dr. Wells and Catlin had pressed him into transporting his suit with him on this interview...just in case the suspect decided to show.
"I just hope he will be able to tell us exactly what is going..." Joe was cut off by a muffled bang from inside the house.
Barry stiffened recognizing the sound as a gun going off. Defiantly not a good sign. It seemed the masked man had gotten to the witness first.
"That didn't sound good..." he muttered as he and Joe raced to the front door.
Joe didn't even bother knocking. He kicked the door down and ran in gun drawn. Barry prepared to unzip his backpack as he entered the house cautiously. The air held the faint smell of gun powder and something more bitter; blood. As both cautiously entered what appeared to be the living room the saw Brad lying on the ground face down; a puddle of blood beneath his head. A German Lugar rested in his hand. Standing over him was the masked man. He held a slip of paper in his hands which he quickly stuffed into his pocket when he saw the two men watching him.
"Drop it..." Joe shouted indicating the metal pole the man was holding.
Instead the man shook his head, took a step back and wordlessly fled from the room. Joe hurried after him while Barry quickly dialed his cell phone.
"Barry? What's up?" Cisco's voice came.
"Um not much...except that the Metahuman got to our witness before we did..." Barry said.
They should have arrived quicker.
"Suit up...but out of sight..." Dr. Wells said.
Another gun shot cackled through the house followed by the sound of breaking glass. Barry hoped Joe was alright. He didn't know if the masked man was armed with a gun or not.
"I got to go..." Barry muttered hanging up.
He quickly changed into his suit and rushed into the kitchen to find Joe holding his gun. The barrel was smoking and there was a trail of blood on the tile floor.
"I shot him in the leg...but he escaped through the window..." Joe panted.
Barry raced outside before Joe could finish his sentence. He needed to find the masked man...(Night Rider whatever) before he got far. After a few seconds he spotted the man limping down the road cursing and holding his leg. Joe must have hit him pretty good with the bullet; blood was leaking out between the man's fingers.
"Hold it right there...err...Night Rider" Barry said coming to a stop a couple of feet behind him.
The man turned and snapped, "I told you already...stay away from me. You don't know what is going on here. And come on...that was the best your friend could come up with?"
"I heard that!" Cisco complained, "I'm working on a better one!"
Barry ignored that comment although he secretly agreed with the Metahuman.
"Well?" the man pressed icily turning toward him.
"Actually I do..." Barry paused before continuing, "You're a murderer."
Night Rider (Barry decided to call him this instead of constantly calling him the 'masked man') scowled and flung something on the ground. Instantly grey smoke hid him from view.
"He's good..." Barry muttered.
Meanwhile Night Rider limped off down the street satisfied that his smoke bomb had momentarily distracted his pursuer. He paused for a moment before heading off into the bushes on the side of the road; tucking something into his right shoe. Unnoticed behind him Barry was dissipating the smoke cloud by creating a 'vacuum' around it. He was doing this by running in circles around the cloud; he didn't know if the gas was poisonous or not.
"First I get shot in the back with an arrow...then shrapnel in shoulder...and now a bullet to leg..." the masked man muttered completely oblivious to what was happening behind him, "What's next?"
"This..."
Night Rider only had just turned around before Barry punched him in the face. With a grunt the man's eyes rolled up in his head and he sprawled to the ground out cold. Only the slight rise and fall of his chest showed he was still alive.
"Barry?"
Barry turned and spotted Joe running up to him panting. He probably had trouble getting out of the house since it had taken him a while to arrive on the scene.
"You got him?" he asked coming to a stop.
Joe's face was priceless. He looked surprised, impressed, and annoyed at the same time.
"Yeah...knocked him out..." Barry smirked, "No biggie."
"Maybe you should get him out of here then...before backup arrives," Joe cautioned looking over his shoulder.
Barry heard police sirens off in the distance approaching. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to be here within the next couple of seconds.
"Good point..." he said.
After much effort (the man was quite heavy despite his thin build) Barry had to settle for draping the man over his back before he raced off. The whole time he was worried he would drop the man and not notice it until he had gone ten miles. Fortunately he arrived at S.T.A.R Labs prisoner still in custody.
"Before you lock him up...you better take the bullet out of his leg..." Barry said setting the man down on the spare hospital bed.
He stepped back and decided to leave his suit on just in case the man woke up.
"Dude...his costume is sick..." Cisco grinned.
He poked the man in the arm and examined the pieces of leather that gave the man the ability to glide between buildings.
"Leave him alone Cisco..." Dr. Wells sighed before Cisco couple remove the man's mask.
Cisco nodded and stepped back several feet to join Barry. Catlin stepped forward with a pair of surgical tongs and sat down.
"I have to say...I'm so glad those aren't going in me..." Barry muttered.
Catlin shot him a glare before inserting the tongs in the wound.
"Why won't you give the dude anesthetic?" Cisco asked, "He's going to be in a lot of pain when he wakes up."
Barry grimaced remembering when Catlin had to remove poisonous gas from his lungs without the drug. That was painful before and after he had woken up.
"I'm going to take it out without anesthetic because it will take a while to settle in," Catlin explained.
As soon as she yanked out the bullet Night Rider's eyes popped open making her squeal and drop what she was holding.
"Ow...that was painful..." he muttered.
He leaned back on the bed and cursed silently under his breath.
"He is just as bad as sarcasm as you..." Cisco smirked.
"Shut up..." Barry scowled.
Night Rider turned to him and demanded, "Ok...I appreciate you taking me some place to get the bullet removed but I'm guessing this is prison."
"Yep..."
The man made an annoyed moan and turned to Catlin who was busy wrapping up his leg, "You're doing it wrong miss..."
"What do you mean?" Catlin demanded haughtily.
Without a word the man took the cloth gently from her and wrapped it tightly around his leg; different from the way she was wrapping it.
"There...done...if you wrapped it up the way you were it would have not stopped the bleeding," he said lying his leg flat on the bed, "It seems you have a lot to learn about wrapping up wounds."
Catlin turned beat red in the face from embarrassment but tightened the ends of the cloth together sharply before Barry could stop her; knocking Night Rider out cold. He had passed out from the pain.
"Really?" Barry demanded.
That was a little harsh.
Catlin shrugged smugly and said, "You can Cisco can have a good time dragging his ass down to the Accelerator."
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"Nice cell...I'm so going to look forward to spending time in here until the day I die..." Night Rider grumbled.
He had come to just as Cisco and Barry had dragged him into the entryway of the Particle Accelerator. Cisco had designed the Metahuman's cell so that no one could break it open from the outside with a powerful blast. It also had soundproof walls unless he pressed a certain button that was located outside the cell.
"OK...give all your toys over..." Cisco said holding his hand out.
The man eyed him steely before holding out the strange metal pole.
"Wait..." he said as Cisco reached out to grab it.
"What?" Barry demanded, "Just hand it over...I'll make sure he doesn't break it."
"That's not what I'm worried about," the man glared; his voice slightly muffled from his mask that he had refused to take off, "This is not just a pole...I think you remember our first encounter."
"Oh right..." Barry grimaced remembering the gas explosion all to well.
Night Rider handed the pole to Cisco who asked, "What does this thing do exactly? I heard it causes gas to leak out."
"This button releases the gas and this one ignites it," Night Rider said gesturing to two buttons on one end of the pole.
"What does this button do?"
Before Barry could stop him Cisco pressed a button on the pole. Instantly a stream of flame came out one end and stayed there. Cisco jumped back with yelp and dropped the pole; barely avoiding getting burned by the intense flame. Night Rider scooped up the pole and pressed something making the flame disappear.
"See...don't press things on this..." Night Rider turned to Barry and handed the pole to him, "I think you should be able to prevent him from burning this place down. You seem more responsible."
"No promises..." Barry smirked.
The masked man snorted, "Good to see someone has a sense of humor around here. I'm talking about your lady friend who made me pass out."
He limped toward his cell and the computer beeped letting them know he had more items on him.
"Hand them over..." Cisco said.
The man sighed and handed a small dagger over along with several small canisters that were no doubt filled with the flammable gas and smoke.
"There..." the man grumbled, "I'm cleared for boarding."
He stepped into the cell cursing the entire time and Cisco locked it as well as pressed the sound proof button off. Dr. Wells wheeled up with Catlin in tow.
"I am most interested in knowing exactly what your abilities are..." he said.
Night Rider didn't answer.
"Also is it possible to know your name?" Dr. Wells pressed not at all phased by the man's icy silence.
"No," the man said icily.
Barry and his friends shared looks. This was going to be hard.
"Come on...you must call yourself something," Catlin pressed gently.
Night Rider looked at her and his gaze softened; slightly. But he remained silent.
"If you don't give us anything to call you we'll continue to call you Night Rider," Cisco smirked.
The man stiffened clearly showing he was irritated by the name.
"My name is Myrkr," the man said without a hint of warmth, "Don't call me by that ridiculous nickname anymore. I hate it."
His voice was full of malice. But he had hesitated before stating the name and he said as if he hadn't used it for a while letting the team know he was lying.
"Weird name..." Barry said under his breath.
"It means Darkness ok? It is because...that is all I have left in my life," the man said apparently hearing Barry's comment.
"What language is it from? It sounds...unusual," Cisco said.
"None of your business," Myrkr snapped.
"Jeez...don't need to act angry," Barry muttered.
Myrkr shot him a dirty look, "Oh really...I shouldn't act angry after someone locks me up for no reason."
"You murdered someone and you seem to have control over some creature that can fly at supersonic speed," Dr. Wells said raising an eyebrow.
"I didn't murder that moron. I already told you that!" Myrkr yelled slamming his fist on the front of his cell, "Someone...someone else did."
"Who murdered him?" Catlin asked.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you...miss," the man said with a slightly kinder voice.
"Why are you after a man named Drago?" Barry asked.
"What's with all these questions? Last I checked you are a superhero...not a cop...or an interrogator," Myrkr said disgusted.
"Um...in case you are innocent?" Cisco offered.
Myrkr let out a heavy sigh, "Look...you don't know what...that mad man is capable of. He wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone who stands in his way to getting what he wants. I'm the only one who can stop him and now that I am locked up I can't. Feel free to let me out when the whole world starts burning around you. I done answering and I'm done talking."
He angrily sat down on the floor of his cell with his back to them and Cisco closed the viewing door.
"That guy is scary even when he is not trying..." he shuttered pressing the sound proof button.
"No kidding...," Barry muttered.
Then his cellphone rang. It was Joe calling to tell him he was needed at the crime scene.
"Joe needs me to go to the crime scene..." Barry sighed, "See you guys later I guess."
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Myrkr turned his head slightly when the doorway leading out of the Particle Accelerator slammed shut with a sickening bang.
"Great," he muttered hiding his head between his knees, "Prisoner once again. And I thought I would have learned from the last time I was caught."
"Oh look a newbie..." someone said.
Myrkr raised his head, turned around, and caught sight of a disheveled man in a cell across from him. The man was watching him curiously as if expecting him to do something. Around him were several other cells with people in them. One woman and the rest were men.
"What do you want?" Myrkr grumbled.
"Calm down kid...just a friendly conversation that is all," the man said raising an eyebrow, "The others here are not up for any conversations."
"We are to...we're just sick of hearing you rant and rave about what you are going to do when you get out of there," a woman snapped.
"Whatever," the man scowled before he smiled slightly, "What's your name kid?"
"Myrkr...as if it is any of your business..." Myrkr growled, "Whoever you are...strange person."
He really didn't feel like talking to criminals.
"Not much a talker are you?" the man chuckled, "And my name is Mark."
"The guy who supposedly died in a plane crash?" Myrkr asked raising an eyebrow, "Almost a year ago?"
"The one and only," Mark smirked.
Myrkr snorted, "I've had my fair share of people thinking I was dead. So don't feel bad."
There was silence for several minutes as they were unsure what to talk about. Made sense since Myrkr didn't really like any of the other prisoners.
"So what is your power?" Mark asked, "You seem a little young...younger than that arrogant super hero the Flash."
Myrkr didn't answer that question for a minute. He thought about what the man would think if he had told him his real age.
"He thinks I can control some dangerous beast," he admitted grudgingly, "Which I don't."
Technically he did when his 'friend' got out of hand.
"I remember reading about a murder in an alleyway that had something to do with a mysterious flying demon. Still cant believe they actually let me read the newspaper in this damn place," spoke up another man, "Anyways you control that? Because remind me not to get you angry."
"Shut up Roy...that's all you try to do. Good reason the window to your cell is tinted," Mark smirked.
"Lucky for you..." Roy growled placing his back to them.
"Let me guess...you all have superpowers and you used them for bad which is why you are locked up here..." Myrkr said dryly, "Had the world gone crazy or what? Because I don't have any powers...except for something called a brain."
This led to some chuckling from other cells.
"Nice humor kid...and yes we do have them..." Mark sighed.
"And we are going to be stuck in this pipe for the rest of our lives until they find a cure or something?" Myrkr asked.
He knew the cure his condition and the only person who had it was Drago.
"Yep...you're good kid," Roy smiled turning back around.
"Don't call me that," Myrkr growled, "I'm older than twenty three."
He didn't say his age. He knew the other prisoners wouldn't believe him.
"You look twenty three and you sound twenty three...so to me you're twenty three," spoke up another man.
"Whatever gas attack," Mark snapped, "No one asked your opinion on the manner Nimbus."
"Hey! We are all entitled to talk to our new cell mate," the man snapped back, "Consider yourself lucky I can't break out of this cell because those would be your last words as well as your last breath."
"And you're lucky I can't send a lighting bolt in there that will fry you!" Mark snapped.
"Would you two pipe it down? All you two do is argue," the woman grumbled.
This led to a full blown fight between the three. Myrkr on the other hand muttered under his breath, "Ef yð einga vita minn saðr aldr...ykkarr frásagnarverðr ætla ek draugr."
He reached into his right shoe and pulled a necklace out. He promptly placed on his neck and hid it under his suit.
"What were you saying kid?" spoke up Mark who decided it was useless to continue to argue.
"Oh nothing..." Myrkr smiled under his mask knowing that they couldn't understand him.
Thank God for that. They probably would ask him what he meant and that wouldn't be a good thing.
"Won't you take your mask off? Its kind of creeping me out that I can't see your face..." Roy asked.
"I don't want to..." the man said stiffly.
"You know...they are going to run DNA tests on you and find out what you really look like..." spoke up the woman who grimaced, "They did that to me."
"They won't find anything on me...I have changed my name several times over the ce—I mean years," Myrkr smirked under his mask.
But he also quivered. He had been to close to exposing his secret.
"What are you? A fugitive on the run?" Mark chuckled nervously.
"I guess you can say that..." Myrkr sighed.
"From who? Police? Rich man? Army?" said Nimbus.
"No...from death," Myrkr responded jokingly.
This led to silence among the prisoners.
"Ha, ha, ha...nice try trying to scare us Mr. Tall, Dark, and Scary," Mark said after several uncomfortable minutes, "What's the real reason you're here?"
"To avenge my family..." Myrkr said quietly, "But you wouldn't understand that...being murders and all."
Mark's teasing expression faded and he looked away—ashamed—from the younger prisoner.
"Oh...I'm uh sorry..." Roy said stiffly as if he didn't want those words coming out of his mouth.
The woman shot him a dirty look and then threw a pitying look at the masked man.
"Don't bother if you don't mean it..." Myrkr grumbled.
He got to his feet and ran his hand gently along the glass entrance to his cell.
"To thick to break if I kick it..." he muttered under his breath.
"Kid if you are thinking about busting out of here...think again," Mark said with a wry smile, "No one's going to get out of here."
"Except for me..." Myrkr said with a smirk.
He pulled a small canister out from his right shoe.
"How did you sneak that...past the metal detector?" Roy asked baffled.
"My shoe is lined with a material that repels the rays from the machine...that way it doesn't detect any metal I have hidden in my shoe..." Myrkr said pulling a match out from his shoe.
He yanked the end off the small canister causing a green gas to spill out hissing. Once it obscured him from view he prepared to strike the match on the bottom of his shoe.
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"You never cease to amaze me Mr. Allen...on your ability to be late," Captain Singh grumbled as Barry ducked under the crime tape.
"Sorry sir..." Barry muttered.
He hated being late. But it was necessary. Before Barry had received his powers he was always late for things. If he started showing up on time for everything people would get suspicious. And he didn't need that.
"Witness reported two gunshots," Eddie said walking up, "But no sign of an suspect."
Barry bit his tongue and caught Joe's eye. Joe nodded understanding the message not to say anything. Satisfied that his adoptive father was going to keep quiet Barry bent down to assess the crime scene. What he found surprised him.
"Well...what is it Mr. Allen?" Captain Singh asked.
"Um...the victim...committed suicide," he answered.
But why?
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Cisco never expected to be blown out of his seat; literally. A massive explosion rocked the entire cortex making all the glass windows in the room blow out.
"What the hell was that!?" he asked.
An alarm went off telling him and Catlin that the entrance to the Particle Accelerator had been blown open.
"Oh that's not good..." he moaned.
He raced around the table and started to the Accelerator.
"What are you doing?" Catlin asked panicked; stopping him.
"Call Barry...I'll try to stop him..." he said.
He ran out of the room before Catlin could stop him again. As he neared his target he started wishing he had super speed at that moment. Upon entering the room he found that the door had been blown open. Myrkr's cell had been blown to bits; but fortunately none of the other Metahuman cells had been damaged. All the prisoners were either moaning on the ground of the cell or cleaning their ears out. No doubt the blast was very loud.
"Oh Barry is going to kill me..." Cisco gulped, "No...first Dr. Wells and then Barry."
He looked around and waved away the greenish smoke that still floated around. Above him Myrkr had flattened himself against the ceiling trying desperately not fall off.
"Go away now..." he muttered through gritted teeth, "And don't look up, don't look up."
Unfortunately for him Cisco chose to look up. Having no other choice Myrkr jumped down and threw a punch at him. Cisco dodged and threw a punch for the man's stomach. He collided making the man fall on his back wheezing.
"You're going back in your cell..." Cisco said pinning him to the ground.
"What...cell?" the man wheezed.
Cisco paused for a moment suddenly remembering that the cell was gone. Myrkr seeing his hesitation struck. He head butted making Cisco roll off him and start trying to retch. Myrkr held something in his hand and used it to hit the back of Cisco's head; knocking him out instantly.
"Didn't expect the old metal leg...did you?" Myrkr smirked strapping whatever he was holding back on the end of his left leg.
He shoved his shoe which was lying off to the side on; so it appeared he had two normal feet. Glancing down at Cisco's unconscious form he sighed,
"I'm sorry kid...but I need to stop Drago from hurting anyone else. Especially people like you."
He picked up a piece of metal pipe (which had been blown off by the explosion) and ran towards the cortex in which Catlin had just hung up the phone. Pulling a dart from his shoe Myrkr loaded it into the pipe and blew it toward Catlin. The dart hit its mark and Catlin slumped to the ground; out cold.
"I'm so sorry I had to do this..." Myrkr said mournfully.
He quickly picked up his belongings which were lying on the table and looked up panicked when he heard a boom off in the distance. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what made that sound.
"Damn it...I need three more seconds..." he moaned.
Glancing around he spotted a vent close to ground. Having no other choice he pried it open and squeezed his body in. It was a tight fit.
"I really wish I was smaller right now," he grunted quietly.
He quickly placed the vent frame back on seconds before Barry entered the room in civilian clothing (which were smoking from the friction). Catlin who was lying on the ground started to stir.
"Catlin..." Barry cried.
He bent down and helped her to her feet.
"Ugh..." she groaned, "Why does everything feel numb?"
Barry spied the dart on the ground and carefully picked it up.
"Its because he hit you with an extremely potent tranquilizer," he said grimily, "And fast acting to."
Cisco came staggering through the door just then holding his hand over a large welt on his head.
"What happened to you?" Catlin asked, "I'm thinking I got the better end of the deal."
"Guy hit me with something made of metal," Cisco grumbled rubbing the welt, "What I can't figure out is how he hid one of those gas canisters without the metal detector...um detecting it."
Myrkr was trying to keep from breathing heavily and to keep the vent grate from moving as he was holding onto it. He really didn't like the odds of him escaping; the highest chance was ten percent. Shifting his head slightly he noticed that the vent continued to go in a certain direction. Having no other choice he started to crawl silently in the direction he believed was out.
"Its rather odd how he was able to get out of here so quick," Dr. Wells said driving up in his wheelchair.
Barry expression changed as something dawned on him. He hadn't seen the man exiting the building when he came so that meant only one thing.
"Unless he is still in the building..." Barry said.
No doubt the man had heard him break the sound barrier on the way here. That sound was pretty loud.
"Where would he be hiding?" Cisco said gesturing around the room, " There is not a single place he could hide..."
Barry glanced at the vent near the exit. He rushed over there and pried it open; actually it literally fell off when he barely grasped it.
"He was just in here...look how easily this came off," he said, "He didn't even get a chance to bolt it shut. He was holding it shut from the inside."
Barry threw the vent down disgusted. Myrkr was long gone.
"Now where is he?" Catlin asked.
An eerie call echoed from the vent and filled the room. Everyone in the room stiffened; recognizing the noise.
"Outside calling his friend apparently," Dr. Wells said.
Barry quickly rushed outside after pausing to put his suit on. He spotted Myrkr standing near the fence his wounded leg held at a crooked angle.
"Give up...you can't run anywhere with a badly wounded leg," Barry said.
Myrkr looked at him slightly panicked, "Don't come near me...I'm serious this time."
Ignoring him Barry rushed at him. But then something large slammed into him and pinned him to the ground. His eyesight went all fuzzy. What ever had him pinned snarled. Barry froze when his eyesight cleared. It was the creature...or whatever it was; the one that was watching him from the alleyway and the one who broke the sound barrier. The animal glared at him with florescent green eyes before opening its mouth. It was pitch black; black as night. At the back of its throat something glowed. Barry braced himself for whatever was coming.
"Toothless!"
The creature shut its mouth with a snap, swallowed whatever it was about to spit, and turned to Myrkr who was watching them steely. Barry gulped but was thankful for whatever Myrkr was going to do. He relaxed slightly and tried to vibrate his arms to get whatever was pinning him down off of him. But it was holding him to tight; it was painful to vibrate his molecules. So Barry had to stop and hope for the best.
"Let him go boy..." Myrkr warned.
The creature growled and didn't budge. Its teeth defiantly showed it was not toothless. Its dull claws dug deeper into Barry's throat making him gasp for air. A long tail with fins on both ends swayed back and forth like an agitated cat. For some bizarre reason one of the fins was red.
"Barry?" came Catlin's voice.
"A...little...busy...right...now," he gasped.
The creature sniffed his mask curiously but its pupils remained slits; like a cat.
"Stubborn reptile..." Myrkr muttered before he said a little louder, "You really want me to do it don't you?"
The animal glanced back at him and snarled but non-threateningly. Its grasp relaxed slightly but Barry still couldn't move. It felt as if a miniature car was resting on his chest. When he moved the animal only held onto him tighter; but only for a moment. Barry got the message; 'don't move'.
"You asked for it..." Myrkr said.
He grimaced as if he was regretting what he was going to do next.
"Tǫnnsízt...la ham gå gœðalauss reptil," he said.
The animal rumbled but its grip relaxed even more. But it still wouldn't budge. What language was the man speaking?
"Koma her nú," Myrkr said this time with more edge to his voice.
The creature growled but got off Barry and lumbered over to Myrkr. It curled its tail protectively around him and snarled. Barry got the message; 'come near him and you die'.
"Nice attack dog..." he muttered getting to his feet and rubbing his shoulder.
The animal hissed at him and pinned something that looked like ears flat against its head. Its hiss sounded like a panther's only scarier.
"Not an attack dog...something else..." Myrkr corrected.
Something dawned on Barry at that moment. He recalled what Myrkr had said in the cell about someone else murdering Calder.
"Hang on...he killed..."
"Calder?" Myrkr sighed deeply, "Yeah...he did. He was trying to protect me. Calder shot a round at me from his gun. Unfortunately for him I was unable to stop...Toothless from...well you know. You almost had the same thing happen to you. That was why I warned you to stay away from me. Your lucky he listens to me."
The creature bared its teeth to make the statement stand.
"Nice to know..." Barry commented.
He made a mental note not to touch Myrkr when his 'pet' was near.
"So now what? I cant exactly fly away from here because you'll no doubt follow me..." Myrkr sighed.
He had to be mind reader.
"That man you were confronting...Brad..." Barry paused as Myrkr inclined his head.
""What about that creep?" there was venom in Myrkr's voice when he stated this.
"He's dead..." Barry swallowed hard.
He couldn't say by suicide. That would be giving his secret identity away; practically.
"I know," Myrkr said and he looked away from a moment eyeing his pet which was glaring at Barry venomously, "He committed suicide when I confronted him. He had a list of people that are very close to Drago. I was really hoping that I would at least get some information out of one of them."
He held up the slip of paper that Barry had seen him tuck into his pocket earlier. There was some writing on it; but in a weird language.
"Who is this guy exactly?" Barry asked, "You really don't seem to like him much."
Myrkr's pet snarled. Myrkr glanced back at it and raised his hand toward the creature. It went quiet instantly but the spines on its back remained raised.
"And your friend there doesn't seem to like him much either..." Barry added.
He really didn't know who or what the animal was. But seeing how smart it was he really didn't want to call it a it. He didn't want to have the same fate as Calder if he got on the animal's bad side..
"Neither of us do..." Myrkr admitted stuffing the paper back into the pocket.
"But why?"
Myrkr looked at him square in the face. Now that Barry was able to get a good look at him he noticed that the man's eyes were ancient looking; just like the animal at his side. They looked weary and battle torn.
"He should be dead," Myrkr said flatly, "As should I."
The animal made a low noise that sounded like a croon. It nudged its rider gently before casting a cautious glare at Barry. It clearly didn't like him.
"What do you mean?" Barry asked trying to avoid the creature's glare, "You know if he is dangerous I can help you track him down."
"You don't know what you are going up against," the man warned resting his hand gently on the creature's head, "But I accept your offer."
The animal snorted and its withdrew it tail from its protective position around Myrkr. But it still stayed by his side in a protective stance.
"So are you going to explain your whole story?" Barry asked.
The man stiffened. Barry decided it must have been a touchy subject as the man was quiet for several minutes.
"I guess so...as long as you promise not to lock me up," Myrkr said eventually but reluctantly.
Barry didn't say anything at first but then said, "Come on...your...err...friend there can stay out here."
The animal snarled at him. Its predator-like green eyes radiated hate.
"No...he comes or I won't come," Myrkr said raising himself up to his full height.
Barry was torn between two decisions. Either he would not get the whole story or Cisco was going to go crazy. He decided to go with the second choice. At least he could control Cisco's excitement for these things; somewhat.
"Fine...but aren't you worried he won't..." Barry started.
The animal was huge. There was no way he would fit into the cortex. Then came the manner of Catlin freaking out...and Cisco naming a bunch of movies and shows off.
"He can stay right outside the entrance to the cortex...he is calm unless you make a threatening move toward me or toward him," Myrkr grumbled, "Just make sure your geek friend doesn't touch him. I don't want him to missing a hand. Also...don't touch me or come near me. Until you earn his trust as well as with me...it will be like a ticking time bomb."
Barry nodded and started walking toward the building. He really didn't want to run; still afraid that the animal would pounce onto him and tear into him with its teeth. It was frightening that it had caught while he was moving at full speed. What was this thing? When he reached the entrance to S.T.A.R Labs he turned around; half expecting that Myrkr had left. But he hadn't. The man was slowly walking towards him; his creature in tow.
Ugh...you have no idea how hard and how long it took me to write this damn chapter. Really hard not to give you guys too much information :) Yeah I'm cruel but the next chapter Hiccup will be explaining everything :)
But there was some info in here. Try to find it :D
Translations from Old Norse:
Ef yð einga vita minn saðr aldr...ykkarr frásagnarverðr ætla ek draugr:If you only knew my true age...you would think I was unnatural (*more or less this is the meaning; Old Norse is hard to translate)
Tǫnnsízt...la ham gå gœðalauss reptil:Toothless let him up you useless reptile.
Koma her nú: Come here now.
Anyways R&R!