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Iris stooped down as far as her body would allow, narrowly missing the fist aimed for her face. She quickly stepped forward, her own fist heading straight for Floe's face. The light haired blonde merely dodged by craning her neck, her bare hands wrapped around Iris's bare arm, instantly solidifying the limb into clear, crystal stone, before twisting around and bringing her leg up, kicking the frozen limb and breaking it into pieces.
Iris quickly stumbled back, wide eyes on the the pieces of stone which had once been her arm, now clear pieces on the ground. A scream of pain lodged in her throat. The long, sharp nails on her remaining hand dug into her palm and drew blood. She glanced up, at Professor Becker, who was watching their spar. She could feel his displeasure.
She swallowed an instinctual whimper and grunted instead as the empty area below her shoulder began bubble up rapidly with pale flesh, as her arm grew back, pale before darkening to her normal skin tone. Her elongated canines sunk into her bottom lip as she got use to the new limb. She curled her new fingers and claws and flexed her new arm.
Professor Becker wouldn't accept another failure.
Floe smirked at her smugly. "Come on Iris, we've been at this for months and you still haven't hit me." A scoff left her. "Aren't you ashamed, you little pathetic doggy? All you can do is grow an arm. You're still weak. A girl who was turned into a mutt, Iris." She spat out the name. Iris flinched.
Iris could feel Becker's gaze on her. She could already feel bones in her legs being shattered and her fingers being ripped off already. She could feel his new serum running through her veins, changing her again, hurting her. She couldn't fail anymore. Her mind couldn't take it.
And Floe was wrong. She wasn't weak.
She moved first, heading directly for the blonde, her fist raised. Floe scoffed and dodged her fist, but completely missed the leg which came and smashed into her stomach with so much force, the blonde was sent flying back into the walls, denting the metal.
She crumbled to the ground. Her arms twitched at her sides, broken.
Iris quickly advanced on, and pressed her foot on the slightly older woman's neck, and pressed down. Floe's eyes bulged and she sputtered. Iris glared down at the woman who had been making her already hellish life even more hell with her petty jealousy and spite.
Iris never had a sister before, but she guessed Floe was what one would describe as a jealous older sister who hated her guts for no reason. It wasn't Iris's fault Becker liked her better. In her opinion Becker didn't exactly like her better, but rather, he was very proud of what he had accomplished. She was simply his new toy. She understood Floe though, she suspected the woman had gone through the exact type of torture she had. Professor Becker's torture was designed to make the one who he was torturing to view him as all and everything, protector, father, provider, best-friend, the person who loved them most... He wanted her to believe he was the only one in the world who could love her and care for her. Floe felt as if she was losing all of that because of Iris. If Iris wasn't quick to check herself, she found herself often times seeking out Becker's approval, his smiles, his nods, his words, anything but his anger.
Iris cracked her stiff neck, right, then left, a tiny grunting growl escaping her. She didn't even notice how the action resembled the man slowly walking towards her and the downed Floe.
"That's enough, Iris, very nicely done."
Iris removed her booted foot from Floe's neck and stepped back.
"Up, now, Floe." Becker ordered.
Floe looked up at the man with wide frightened eyes, pleading eyes, but she stood, slowly. Her broken arms hung uselessly at her sides, the tips of her fingers crystallizing before flickering to normal before crystallizing once again then returning to normal. She squinted at the man, her lips parted.
The slap rang out in the metal spar room. Iris looked away as the man slapped Floe again. "You got cocky, how many more times am I going to have to tell you that will be your down fall?"
"I'm sorry, Master. I'm really, rea-" She grunted out in pain as the man landed a harsh blow to her abdomen.
"I'm sick of hearing your apologies, Floe." He said dully. "Now wait for me in my office for your punishment. Iris, follow me." He began towards the door. Iris followed, she followed the man to the dinning room. Her reward for winning the fight, a table full of food, a waited her instead of a bland protein bar.
Iris's stomach gurgled at the sight of the food. Becker took a seat at the head of the table in front of a plate of steak and mash potato, he sipped his wine. Iris lingered in the dining room's doorway as she eyed the seat she was suppose to take.
Her thumb ran over each of her fingers periodically, as her eyes turned glassy with the memory of the last times she had been in the room Her stomach churned. A real meal usually meant torture. Anger suddenly ignited in her chest, but her face remained blank. What was the point? If failure resulted in punishment and success resulted in torture. What in the hell was the point.
Her left hand wrapped around her right wrist and moved down her hand, making sure it was still attached to her.
Her eyes took in the floor beneath the chair. It was its normal dark wood, no signs that her blood had drenched the area was present, but Iris could smell the stench of blood in the air
"Have a seat, Iris."
Not have a choice, the young woman took a seat and wordlessly began to eat. She would be lying if she said despite her nerves that the food wasn't good. She was finished in seconds and desired more. She eyed the plate full of steaks and bowl of mashed potatoes in the center of the table, her fingers clenching around her fork.
"Go ahead, Iris."
She didn't even look up at her so-called master as she grabbed more food and piled it onto her plate. She was half-way finished with her second steak when Becker suddenly stood. Iris instantly froze, eyes darting to the man.
She slowly set her fork down, her hands going to her lap as he walked to someplace out of view. She didn't turn around. She ran her fingers over one another and swallowed hard. She stared out in front of her.
A minute later a pure white mask shaped like the face of a dingo was sat in front her, beside her plate. Her eyes fell on it.
"You and Floe start working as soon as she's recovered from her punishment."
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The once pure white finger-less gloves were soaked with blood, and she stared at her red tainted claws. She could taste it on her lips, the blood, their blood. She wasn't disgusted by its taste, which frightened her. Her heart thudded against her ribs and her blood rushed with excitement. The thing that had grown out of her lower back and had been removed gave a twitch. Her breathing came out in short quick pants. She had enjoyed it. And that made her sick. It made her hate herself a little bit more. She was horrified.
"Get it together, Hound." A voice sneered to her left.
Iris twisted her white, cloaked body around to look at Floe who stood to her left in the blood tainted room, in a plain round, white mask, surrounded by crystallized she was nonchalantly pushing over. Another one hit the floor with a shattering thud, breaking to clear and red pieces. The ball room was a mess of blood, broken glass, body crystals, tilted tables, and torn bodies.
Iris flinched, eyes briefly sweeping around what she had done. The blood, the limbs, the blood...
"These people were all into organ stealing and shady experiments, you did some unfortunate simpleton a favor. Think of yourself as a hero..." The blonde's lips, which were the only visible part of her face twitched into a smirk. "Sort of like the Flash."
Iris growled before she could stop herself. "Shut up," she narrowed her eyes at the woman. "Nothing we did here was heroic and just because Master says these people were like that doesn't mean they were. You have to much faith in him!"
Floe shrugged, pushing over another crystallized person. "So, you rather believe you tore apart a whole room of innocent people? So be it, Hound." She tugged her own white hood up over her head. "But you certainly didn't seem concerned for these people when you were tearing them to shreds and ripping their throats out with your teeth and... eating them." Floe laughed. "That was disgusting."
Iris shuddered. She had been hungry, so hungry. She hadn't eaten in weeks. The smell of their blood her driven her insane and... and... Becker had done something to her before she came here, something that made her think all of this was alright.
She bit her lip hard. Those were excuses. She had done something horrible, she had and she would have to live with it. She closed her eyes briefly and tried to gather her wits and fight back nausea.
"Its time to go, Hound. We've made our debut and that nice camera over there," the blonde motioned towards the camera sitting in the corner of the ball far room's wall. She waved at it. "We're going to be famous!" Iris glanced at the camera from underneath her white hood. The whole world would see her...eating people. Numbness settled over the woman. "I'm sure we'll even catch the attention of a couple heroes. I'm hoping to meet the arrow myself..." The blonde headed for the door. Iris had no choice but to follow. "What about you, Hound? Could it be the..."
"Can you give it a rest, Stone?" Iris growled angrily as she pushed past the woman making sure to bump into her shoulder with enough force to push her sideways. "Don't test me... I'm still sort of hungry." She pushed open the doors. She cracked her neck, left then right, another growl pushing by her lips.
Floe laughed happily and clapped. "I would like to see you try it, mutt."
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"Sick..."
Cisco's words echoed Caitlin's face perfectly as the video clip ended.
"It ate that woman's -"
"From the looks of things," Caitlin quickly interrupted her partner, "they both seem to be female." She said face twisted into morbid fascination.
"You think?" Cisco laughed. "The one with the blonde hair had huge..."
"Don't even finish that sentence." Caitlin once again interrupted him as she turned away from the monitor to look at Barry. "What do you think, Barry?"
He blinked at her seeming to come out of his own disgusted daze. "I think... we have to stop them. They're too dangerous to be left alone."
"The one with the claws," Harrison spoke up for the first time in the video, "she behaved like an animal. I am guessing she is some type of animal hybrid." He looked interested as he rolled back the video, much to others objections.
"That's new," Cisco commented sounding sick.
Barry stared at the video as it once again began to play from when the two masked woman clothed in white cloaks entered into the fundraiser. He watched as the one in the dingo mask jumped on a man and ripped his neck out before leaping to another and slashing his stomach open with just her hands. She was quick and precise, like a predator.
As if she had been reading his mind, Caitlin spoke as she stared at him, "seems dangerous... one can turn you to stone with just a touch and the other can tare you apart with her fingers..."
Barry smiled at her after taking his eyes off the screen. His smiles lacked something now a days, they were strained and tight ever since Iris went missing. It made her feel bad for him. "Its always dangerous, Caitlin." He told her. "But they still have to be stopped... no matter what."
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