Hi guys, sorry for the late update. (I needed to read Frankenstein for summer reading before school starts on Thursday.) I've also been plotting (no evil schemes though, I promise) and thinking about the directions of my fanfics. I've come up with quite a few ideas for future fanfics (both WestAllen and Snowbarry ones), and I've also been working on The Boy With Three First Names (sorry, I haven't updated that yet).
I have good news and bad news:
The good news is that I have updated.
The bad news is that I probably won't be updating as frequently with school starting. Teachers love giving busy work.
I'm also super pumped about the new reviews and followers, thank you: IlMara (Guest), KyannaLashae (Guest) for the reviews and Capitan Canada, Don'tForgetToBeAwesome for following my story!
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"He kidnapped Iris." Barry finally said after a lengthy silence. He moved his head to his hands. "And it's all my fault."
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Iris West was stuck. She had struggled against her bindings for the better part of five hours. No matter how hard she had pulled and wiggled, the ropes around her wrists and ankles that bound her to the cold metal chair refused to budge. She had since moved onto glaring at the man in the yellow suit.
Like The Flash, he was dressed in some sort of form-fitting leather suit, and was fast. That was where the similarity ended. This speedster was evil to the core, the polar opposite of Barry's warm heart.
She hated the man.
He had beaten Barry to the point when Barry couldn't even stand. Iris still couldn't get the image of Barry's broken body at her captor's feet out of her head.
And when Barry has accused him of killing his mother, he hadn't denied it. The cold words he had said were spinning around in her head, stuck on endless repeat. "Because I hate you."
This could only mean one thing.
She was at the mercy of the man who had killed her best friend's mother.
She tried not to whimper as the killer stepped closer, approaching her in slow, deliberate steps. In his right hand he held a syringe filled with a strange clear liquid. In a clean move, he jabbed the needle into her arm, and emptied the mysterious contents into her bloodstream.
In the moments before she blacked out, her last thoughts were of Barry
Where was Barry? Was he okay? Could he save her?
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Cisco Ramon normally loved all the super hero stuff. A friend who could run at super human speed? Sweeeeet! Meta-humans with super powers? Sure, some of them were evil, but it was still pretty dope.
This was one of those rare moments when he did not love the super-powered excitement.
He had gotten a panicked call from Caitlin a little after one in the morning, telling him that Barry was badly hurt, and she needed help getting him to STAR Labs. He had figured Barry had broken a couple bones and was a little bruised up.
He was so wrong. When he first saw Barry, he had thought Barry had been volunteering as a zombie (or vampire) movie prop, and barfed a little bit in his mouth (but nobody needed to know about that). Barry was unconscious, his skin was unnaturally pale and covered blood and sweat.
According to Caitlin, Barry had broken his left ankle, along with five ribs. His shoulder was dislocated and he'd sprained his wrist. She didn't know what had happened.
Cisco had a moment of panic.
Was this his fault? Would this never have happened if he hadn't asked Barry to check on Dante? It couldn't be. That was impossible, right?
What ever had happened, something had happened, and he needed to get off his butt and help.
With lots of grunting and a startling amount of Klingon swearing, the two STAR Labs scientists maneuvered the surprisingly heavy hero - than again, they both knew how much Barry needed to eat - into Caitlin's car. They got to STAR Labs in record time - Cisco may (or may not have) hacked the Central City Traffic Control and changed all the lights to green. Somehow, Caitlin and Cisco managed to get Barry out of the car and up to the STAR Labs Cortex (they did give the janitor quite the scare...) without further injuring him.
Despite Cisco dropping him a few times, the wounded hero was still out, something both scientists were thankful for. They both knew that Caitlin would have to re-break and set each of Barry's broken bones and if Barry had been awake, he would have felt everything because Caitlin still hadn't managed to create an anesthetic that Barry's crazy metabolism didn't burn through in seconds.
When Barry had finally woken up about four and a half hours later, he was... different. There was this look in his eye that reminded Cisco of the time where Captain Cold had kidnapped Caitlin, only this was way worse. Barry didn't just look worried or panicked, he looked broken. Seeing Barry so defeated terrified Cisco.
And that was before Cisco understood why.
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Caitlin was worried. For Barry, for Iris. But she needed to be the logical one here, for all her friends' sakes.
"Who, Barry? Who took Iris?" Caitlin prompted.
"The man who killed my mother," Barry said, almost to quiet for Caitlin and Cisco to hear, "The Reverse Flash."
The only sound in the STAR Labs Cortex was the sound of the three scientist's breathing.
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Joe was worried. He couldn't reach Barry or Iris.
Iris, he could understand - that girl could sleep through the apocalypse, but Barry had always been a light sleeper.
Barry... Joe knew Barry would have heard his phone ringing, and Barry always picked up before the third ring, especially after getting super-speed.
In a last attempt to contact Barry, he called Cisco.
What Cisco told him sent him running to his car and speeding to STAR Labs.
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Barry felt terrible. What was Iris going through as he wasted time talking? He should be out there, searching every nook and cranny for her. He should at least be doing something.
Barry knew he wasn't wasting time. While he was almost healed, he still needed to stay off his feet for at least another twenty minutes, and in that time they were going through all the CCTV footage since Barry figured Iris had been taken. They were looking for any possible clue, no matter how small.
Barry and Cisco was still going through the footage when Wells rolled in, with Joe hot on his wheels.
"Where is she? Where's my daughter?"
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What do you guys think? What's Wells gonna do? How should Joe react? Should Barry call Felicity and Oliver over from Starling to help?
Also, when I write, I like having WestAllen videos going on in the background. Do you guys know any good ones? Post your favorite WestAllen video, and I'll check it out.
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