It'd been several days since Caitlin had revealed to me that the corpses of the first two powered people I fought had disappeared. Where they went was a mystery. No video recording showed anyone. There was no evidence of a break-in, and since we were the only two that knew about them, it was impossible to know who could've known.

After some time thinking about it, I ended up quitting track and field. I just didn't think that it was fair to me nor my opponents. Even with my inhibitor, I felt as though I still had an advantage since the inhibitor didn't affect my perception at all.

But right now I don't want to worry about powers or Powereds at all. Right now is only about Barry Allen and friends.

"So what movie do you guys want to watch?"- Cisco turned to us motioning at the list of movie names- "Or listen. There's also that," He added looking at Miranda.

"Thanks Cisco," Miranda looked grateful at his inclusion of her, disabilities.

"I was thinking maybe… The Man in the Iron Mask, it looks interesting," I commented.

Several posters on the wall near us were demonstrating each of the movies in the list. They were all good, but the one that caught my eye was the Iron Mask one. The image had someone on the floor, his face covered by shadows, and someone in an iron mask towering over him.

"A slasher movie? Seriously?" Cisco asked.

"Well it is halloween," Miranda defended me, "What are you? Chicken?" she clucked laughing.

"Easy for you to say. You don't have to suffer jump scares."

"I love slasher films. I used to watch them with my dad every Friday," Mauricio jumped in.

"Looks like we got you beat Cisco," I smiled.

"Fine! Let's watch the king of cli…"

I stumbled as I felt the world spin under me. I leaned on the wall to prevent myself from falling to the floor. My friends looked at me worried. Cisco grabbed me and steadied me.

"Whoa there, are you okay?" he asked worried.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," my vision was still swimming but I was starting to feel fine again, "Must've been a dizzy spell."

"What's going on," Miranda tugged Mauricio's shirt.

"Aghh!" I dropped to a crouch as my head and stomach began to hurt.

I squirmed in pain as Cisco tried to carry me up. It felt as though someone smacked my head with a bat and kicked me in the groin. I had never felt anything so intense before. I grimaced as I tried to pick myself up to no avail.

"Barry what's wrong?" Miranda asked worried.

I guess she heard my painful wheezing cause she was kneeling beside me trying to help Cisco stand me up. Sweat was dripping down my forehead which was strange. I stopped sweating the moment I woke up from the coma so this was something new and scary.

They managed to bring me back up to my feet but I doubled down again and fell to the floor, this time vomiting.

"Whoa dude, you're not okay. I'm gonna call an ambulance," Mauricio took out his phone and began to dial.

"No.. Don't.. Call Cait…" I wheezed before returning to vomiting more.

"The science girl?"

"Just calll, her."

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"So how long have you been experiencing this Barry!?" Caitlin chided.

I was back in our secret room, which I dubbed the Speed Lab, hooked up to several IV bags.

"I guess I was thirsty," I laughed.

Her glare was enough to tell me to shut up. In the corner of the room there were dozens of empty IV bags, all drained and discarded. It baffled me.

"Uh what happened?" I asked.

"Your friends came and dropped you off yesterday. You weren't responding to anything. So I took some tests and along with the symptoms you displayed figured out what was happening to you."

"And?"

"And, you were starving to death," her face was grim.

I was dumbfounded. I noticed that my hands were a bit shaky when I reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear. She sniffed as she shied away from my touch.

"Aw I didn't know that you cared," I chuckled.

"I do care about you, stupid," she punched my shoulder lightly. "How long?"

"How long what?"

"How long have you been experiencing this?"

"A few weeks. It started with light dizzy spells, it escalated into migraines and now this happened. But how was I starving to death? I eat enough to keep myself going."

"Your glucose levels were dangerously low. It's just as if you were to have diabetes. Your metabolism is too strong for you to only eat regular food. It burns through it at unpredictable rates. But I found a way to stave of those effects," she gave me a granola bar.

I looked at it confused. I didn't know what it was supposed to do. If what she told me was true then one measly granola wouldn't do a thing to help me. So I just stared at her expecting some sort of explanation.

"Those aren't regular granolas despite what you see. That would be deadly to the average person, thanks to the high amounts of calories that I made it with. To you it'll be the equivalent of calories that a person would consume in few months, all packed into one granola."

"Oh, okay." I said stupidly.

As I was about to leave I remembered what she told me, "So I was out for a day?"

"Yeah actually…"

I stopped her in a blur as I kissed her. She didn't struggle or anything, instead she actually deepened the kiss, which I wasn't expecting.

"That was unsolicited and disrespectful, Bartholomew," She began when we finally broke apart. Her face was red with embarrassment with what I assumed was anger mixed in.

"But you didn't complain, Happy Halloween," I winked at her as I ran out.

-030-

"No I'm okay, Miranda. Please stop worrying… I know I wasn't at school yesterday, I was just resting. It was what the doctor recomended for me...Yeah, bye."

Clothes and materials were on my desk in a heap. Caitlin was able to get me some of the material that she used to make my suit, and I was using it to make my own friction proof clothes. I've been getting tired of having my clothes go up in flames whenever I tried to use my powers with them. The library had some great books on seamstress and designing. With a little superspeed I was able to learn all about making clothes. And in order to avoid suspicion I had to also become better at making logos and graphic designs on them, by hand obviously.

Joe wasn't home when I arrived. It was late afternoon on a Tuesday so he'd be at the precinct. People were walking by outside. A cloudy, chilly october day wouldn't stop any trick or treaters today or any other year. I remember going out during these days with Iris and Jace dressed up as our favorite characters.

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"This is too tight daddy," Iris complained to Joe.

She was in a fairy dress which was fighted too tight on her. Plastic wings reflected light as they fluttered on her back. Jace was helping fix the crown on her head. She herself had a black robe on. The sleeves were long enough to fall past her wrists, but right now they were well balanced on the middle of her arms.

"I'm sorry hun, but it's too late to go out and buy you a new costume. Unless you want to go out trick or treating late. Jace, when is Hal supposed to swing by?"

"Uh, he should be here any moment," she answered.

DING!

"That must be him," Jace left to answer the door.

Since Jace was older than us and age 14, she and her boyfriend were to take care of us tonight while Joe patrolled the cities.

"I will make all my enemies bow before me!" I exclaimed raising my plastic sword.

"Sorry Barry, but that'll have to wait till after we collect candy," Iris ordered.

"Yes, your highness," I smiled at her.

"We're ready Mister West!" Hal announced. "Hey little bud," he ruffled my hair a bit once we were in front of him. "Are you ready to chop up some ninja with that sword?"

"Yes!"

"Not until after we get the candy Barry," Iris scolded me.

"Fine," I pouted.

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-We got a 211, Keystone National Bank. I repeat we got a 211, Keystone National Bank- My radio chirped.

I had bought a regular radio that anyone would be able to get, but I was able to mess around with it a bit and get it to receive police radio signals. But the majority of the codes were just petty crime, which I tried my best to help with, but none of it was serious enough to require my attention. But right now I had to do something to clear my head. I suited up and blurred out in the direction of Keystone, our twin sister city.

Something slammed hard into me, knocking me out of my superspeed, halfway there. I crashed into a wall, pain shot all over my body. I was sure that I broke something.

I looked up in pain, wheezing, and saw a terrifying figure looming over me. It had a monstrous mask that opened up at the mouth revealing jagged, sharp teeth. A dark blue covered the entire body as black lightning crackled through the air around it. And eyes that glowed red seemed to radiate anger, and hatred.

"HELLO SPEEDSTER. THE NAME IS PSYIONIC AND THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE."

November 14, 2017