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Iris had come in to see Joe at his office at the CCPD. She was worried about him ever since Barry's accident; he seemed jumpy and on edge. Especially since on the front page of her office's newspaper was a picture of Barry the Flash running with $400,000 on his back from the robbed Central City Bank. She believed her eyes deceived her and that there had to be some mistake because that couldn't be Barry. It just couldn't.

"Captain," she knocked on his door and he looked up hurriedly. His desk was a tornado of papers and evidence photos, "have you seen my dad around?"

"No, Iris, if I had a detail on every cop, then I would be out of a job," he said tartly, "you're gonna have to keep looking on your own, and by the way, if you see him around let him know that the Captain's been asking for him."

"Sorry," she said a little taken aback, but she couldn't blame him of his attitude. With the CCB robbery and the Flash turning evil, who wouldn't have a full plate like his?

There was a familiar rush of wind, a crackle of orange lightning, and a glimpse of a red suit. Barry? What's he doing here?!

Iris looked on with wide shocked eyes as she saw her adopted brother come to a halt at the top of the railing on the second floor. It reminded her of the photos she saw in the papers where Zoom held Barry like a rag doll while invading the precinct.

"Hello, officers," Barry had a devious smile on his face.

What is he doing? He knows that there is rumors of a Bad Flash going around, he's going to get shot!

"Barry," she whispered under her breath and desperately willed his eyes to meet hers. She shook her head as a sign. They quickly caught sight of the movement and his green hazel irises stared directly into her own. They were callous and cold, mischievous and sharp. This wasn't the Barry she knew, this was someone new entirely but she wasn't mistaken. The man under the mask was her very own Barry Allen.

"Good evening!" he raised his arms up and smiled. Every officer available was staring at him warily, "a beautiful night here in Central City!"

He was overconfident, talking like a bully would to a smaller kid. His powers gave him the advantage over these officers and Iris was caught right in the middle of it once again.

"Everyone" Singh yelled over his hesitant officers, "guns trained on the Flash!"

"Oh," the speedster clapped happily but his eyes were radiant with mischief and destruction, "how precious. You really didn't need to go out of your way any of you, thank you for this I'm truly honored."

Some officers exchanged a few glances with one another but nonetheless had their guns trained on the Scarlet Speedster.

"Did everyone like my little act yesterday?" Barry said blatantly, "down at Central City Bank? That was me, you do know that, right? $400,000 in unmarked bills, sheesh, that's got to hurt-I mean really sting."

"There's a confession," Captain Singh said under his breath, "damn it, is anyone recording this?"

Iris, although hesitant, pulled out her recorder she used to get statements from people for the paper. The minute she clicked it on, it set off a little beep. Her heart clenched as Barry's head whipped her way; he heard it as well. There was a flash in his eyes as a rough wind filled the room. Down the stairs the speedster came and snatched the recorder from her hand. When she opened her eyes again, the Flash was back at the top of the stairwell, the device in his gloved grip. Even worse, there was an officer up there too, his gun emptied and dismantled.

"Now," he snarled dangerously, "that wasn't very nice of you, Iris."

She gulped and stared straight at him. His eyes looked oddly red, but this wasn't her Barry she could feel it deep down within her. No matter how alike they looked or seemed, her brother would never do such a thing like this to her or any of these officers.

"Where was I?" he made a show of scratching his head with the butt of the gun, the barrels of every officer's weapons were pointed directly at his chest. Her heartbeat escalated, "Oh, yes! I have a little favor to ask of you all, would anyone care to help me?"

No one moved a muscle.

"No?" he asked once more.

Still no response.

"Well, I believe in a little motivation," he smiled evilly and sprinted over to the cop's side, the one who was trapped up there under Barry's supervision. He was suddenly dangling over the side of the railing. People screamed as his face turned red and he clambered to hold onto anything for dear life. The only thing supporting him was the Flash who was holding on to the metal chain where his ID tag hung around his neck.

"Have I got your attention now?" he called, his arm easily carrying the adult man's weight, "because one false move and Jerry here is hanging like no tomorrow."

"Help!" Jerry the Dangling Police Officer yelled, trying to grasp the Flash's arm for more of a grip.

The Flash snarled at the group of poised cops, "If none of you choose to cooperate then Jerry's neck tag will be smashing down against his carotid artery."

It was horrible. Iris could see that the neck tag supporting the weight of the scared cop was placed just behind his ears and the back of his jaw. If Barry twitched his wrist a little bit, the neck tag would choke him like a noose and a hangman.

"Aim your weapons!" The Captain ordered.

"No!" Iris yelled, "He'll kill him!"

"I said aim!" repeated Singh. A few of the hesitant cops listened to their orders and their fingers were twitching against the triggers.

"Wrong move," Barry narrowed his eyes and he let his arm dip. There was a horrible gurgling sound as Jerry's neck tag suddenly clamped around his neck and tightened. He choked and swung on the railing, his face turning a shadowy purple.

"Everyone!" Singh screamed desperately, "Disarm! Put your weapons down!"

Barry waited a tantalizing moment as the all the cops raised their hands, the barrels of the guns pointed to the ground instead of at Barry.

"Very good," he raised a smug eyebrow and hauled Jerry back over the railing. He was half unconscious and his face a deep burgundy red. His lungs gasped for air and he coughed up blood.

"Now, ask me what I want!" Barry yelled with such ferocity that the crowd stepped back.

"What do you want?" spat Captain Singh, his eyes held a raging fire but he stayed calm like the rest of the officers in fear of any more endangered lives.

"I need three armored cars for my friend," Barry said, his eyes scanning the crowd one by one, "I need five officers who are willing to drive without straying from their jobs. If you don't do as I say or get any of those three armored cars to my desired location, all of you will die. That's six of us, so there will be two in each car, now, who would like to volunteer?"

There was a shuffling and quiet murmur as everyone looked around to see if one would volunteer.

This was Iris's chance, she would see what had gotten into Barry. What made him act this way, what was his motives. She knew he would never hurt her, so if she went it would be a perfect opportunity to get information and tell her colleagues back at STAR Labs.

"I'll do it," she raised her hand. There was a collective gasp of shock from the horde of officers.

"West, no!" Singh shouted.

Barry's evil gaze stared straight into her own. She felt like he could see everything through her, all of her love, her lies, her secrets, and her feelings.

"No," he said definitively, "not you."

"But you said we could volunteer," she argued.

"Not you, you can't volunteer," he growled.

"Why not?"

Everyone was looking at her like she was some idiot. In their eyes, she was questioning a psychotic meta human who had the ability to kill any of them at the moment.

"Because I said so," he turned to sprint away and Iris caught his arm."
"Barry-" she whispered.

Bad move.

With a growl he flung her backwards. Iris felt the wind carry her body through the air and her flying hair tickled her cheeks. Her eyes were open as she saw the fluorescent lights of the precinct shine above her. One second she was gliding across the room, falling to the floor, and the next powerful arms grabbed her and her muscles hurt from the rough contact.

She gasped as she looked up wildly to see the Flash setting her to the ground roughly, his face emotionless and annoyed. Her breaths came fast and panicked as she realized Barry was actually okay with hurting her. She came close to breaking a few bones or a pretty nasty concussion if there wasn't some suppressed part of him deep, deep down that was telling him to fight back and to save his friends. That was the Barry she needed to channel, but she had no idea what was wrong with her Barry right now. Was this some alter ego? Multiple personality Disorder?

No, that didn't seem correct, this was something powerful and commanding. Like Barry was being forced to act this way. It needed to be another meta human. But when? How? He swore up and down there was no meta the night of his accident and now here she was a split second later on the floor with a menacing looking Scarlet Speedster above her.

"That's a warning," she heard him whisper harshly, "next time I won't be there to catch you when you fall."

Her rushed forward and seized a woman officer by her collar. Her face turned bright red and her eyes popped as he stood right before her. Fear took hold of her, her hands were shaking and feet barely swiped across the ground.

"Where are the CCPD armored cars?" he snarled in her face.

She stuttered, not forming a quick enough answer. Barry shook her like a rag doll and threw her across the floor. She skidded to a stop and a few of the others went to help her up.

"I want you, you, you, you, and you," Barry pointed separately to five individual cops. These were going to be the five cops he would kill flamboyantly after the deed for the Stranger was done. It was his wish and it would be so, "All of you will come with me. Two of us per car, should be good."

An officer reached for his gun resting next to his foot on the floor. Barry whipped his head around and roared as he charged the cop and flung him to the ground.

There was a gunshot that rang throughout the entire lobby. The Flash yelled as a bullet flew and struck him straight in the right shoulder blade. He was stiff as a statue and for a moment, no one moved a muscle. Captain Singh held his gun in his hand.

Iris yelled, "NO!"

It took everything in her power not to run over to him. She started to sprint forward, she couldn't sit there as Barry gasped and stooped to one knee.

"No, stop! Let me go!" she struggled as two cops held her back with force.

"Iris, look at him!" Singh yelled in her face, all of the officers now carrying guns trained at the Flash, "he's a criminal and a metahuman, he deserves to be locked up!"

White hot pain ripped through Barry's shoulder and body but he shakily stood to his feet as he heard every gun in the building cock and point directly at him.

You can't give up! He wants the armored cars, you need to get them to him!

With a roar, Barry sprinted like never before, tearing through the compound at high speed. He disarmed every officer in the building as they stood in slow motion for his taking. The speedster grabbed each weapon and carried them in his hands, depositing them on the upper level where he had stood before.

He needed to get out and take those cars fast, no more stalling. As everyone looked around confused at their empty hands and realization seeping in, this was Barry's opportunity. He sprinted down the stairs at high speed and grabbed each officer he had pointed out in his arms, taking them outside and securing them to the front seat with a tight cord before going back and grabbing the next body. They were all secure in three armored cars in less than 4 seconds.

Barry felt his shoulder ache and he groaned slightly. This bullet wasn't like the normal ones, he'd heal already. This had to be the newly issued meta-bullets that Cisco developed for every CCPD officer to fend off the attack of metahumans. Even with Barry's fast metabolism, this was going to sting him for a while.

The officer he sat next to in the very last car looked at him with terror-stricken eyes. He was like a gazelle in the hands of a hungry lion.

"Drive," Barry smiled coldly and smacked the dashboard with his hand once.

The terrified cop floored it. He pushed the gas pedal to the floor and the car went zooming. Barry already ripped out the trackers on each truck since he knew these were CCPD issued. They were bullet proof, thick, heavy duty, and could withstand virtually anything up to a small range missile. No worry, he wouldn't allow that to happen.

The other drivers must've sensed what was going on but Barry already made sure they would be cooperative before they thought to do something stupid. He had live video feeds of their wives, husbands, or kids playing on the screens of the trucks for each cop and a message that said:

"DRIVE OR THEY DIE."

They would choose the right choice or else Barry was going to make it a little more than 5 kills today.

He had the master control in his hands and would type directions on the screens as well so that his trusty drivers knew where to go. After a 13 minute drive, the three armored cars jostled through the streets. It would've taken the Captain up to 9 minutes to take roll call of the staff and figure that 5 of his officers were missing and 3 armored cars. By that time, he'd go outside to find three torn out jumbo truck tracers and an empty lot. When they scoured the streets through heavy 6 o'clock traffic, they wouldn't be able to catch up with the Flash and his treasures.

It was a perfect full proof plan, and he was trying to figure out in what way to kill the officers to satisfy the Man in Black, the Stranger. He was sure the man would want some flashy or flamboyant way to dispose of them.

"Can I ask you a question?" he looked at the terrified, bound officer in the driver's seat next to him, "if you could kill someone how would you?"

He heard the man sob and Barry laughed menacingly. This was like a panther playing with a few bunnies. It was so easy. Why hadn't he ever done this before? Why had his righteous morale constantly get in the way? His blood was pumping and a fervor took hold of his mind.

An image of Iris popped into his mind as he threw her across the room. He wasn't going to catch her at first, he was going to let her fall and hear the sound of her bones break, but at the last semi-second her felt a powerful urge burst through him to go and save her. To protect her. It was some hidden instinct that was surely suppressed in his inner mind. As he ran over a powerful and earth-rattling migraine conquered his mind and his eyes burned like acid had been poured into them.

Whatever, it won't happen again, he told himself definitively. There was no room to have any more lapses in his judgement once more.

"Dr. Wells!" Iris's voice echoed through the hallway loudly, "Cisco! Caitlin!"

"Iris?" Harry heard the urgency in her voice and started to run over to the cortex entrance.

"Hey, what's going on?" Caitlin sensed it too and she followed with Cisco behind.

"We need to hurry, something's wrong with Barry!" she came in and pulled Harrison out by the arm into the hallway she just sprinted in from.

"Whoa, whoa!" Dr. Wells made it a point to get her grip off his arm, he wasn't a fan of being touched, "Iris, slow down, what happened?"

"Barry," she was panting, "I don't know, he's gone dark, he's gone evil."

"Barry's gone rogue?" Cisco's eyes widened, "this is like a twisted version of Robocop," he swiped his hands through his long hair.

"Never mind that, Ramon," Harry rolled his eyes, "what do you mean he's evil, Iris?"
"Joe told me about the accusations you guys were putting against Barry so I thought I'd go down by the station to check on him," she said in between breaths, "but the Flash showed up! Caitlin, Cisco, Dr. Wells, I'm telling you as his sister that that wasn't Barry out there," her voice shook, "he was mean, and cruel, and deceptive, and horrible. He almost killed a cop…"

"What?" Caitlin's voice was full of shock, "he almost killed a cop?"

Iris nodded grimly.

"That's impossible," Cisco shook his head, "this is Barry, our Barry we're talking about!"

"No, Ramon, this is very possible," Harry took off his black and white lenses, "we already had suspicions about him, it seems we were right."

"This doesn't make sense," Caitlin said sadly, "Barry was here the whole time, if he's invaded the precinct then we aren't 100% positive he stole the money from the bank."

"Well, if he's invaded the CCPD station, then we need to go now," Cisco grabbed the company van's keys from the desk and motioned for Harry to follow him.

"We need some precautions," the scientist announced, "Ramon, get 500 milligrams of horse tranquilizer ready in one of the rifles in case, I'm bringing the gun."

"Please don't bring the big gun," Cisco whined blatantly, "it honestly makes you look like Agent H from Men in Black, dude."
"I'm bringing the big gun," Harry's answer was definitive, "get moving. Snow, stay here, we'll be back and get something ready to hold Barry in."

"O-Okay," she called after them unsurely. She needed to call Jay, he would help her.

"Iris, come on, you need to tell us where he went and call your dad," Harry looked at the detective's daughter, "fill us in on every detail in the car."

They hurried out the door with their equipment and rushed to the vehicle.

"Explain everything," Harry was driving at dangerous speeds in the large van but his tone and demeanor was the picture of calm and composure, "in vivid detail."

Cisco leaned forward in the back as Iris took a deep breath to tell the two about the scene at the station, "Well, I got in there to look for my dad and I feel this rush of wind. I know it's Barry so I turn around thinking why he was there when rumors were going around of the Flash turning bad. He got everyone's attention in the building and when the officers pointed guns at him, he grabbed a cop and dangled him over the railing while only holding his neck tag," she paused as she saw the looks on their faces, "yeah, I know," Iris continued, "but he made a demand. He said a friend wanted him to take three armored cars from the CCPD lot and 5 cops to drive them."

"Strange demand," Dr. Wells narrowed his eyes, "why armored cars?"

"Is he transporting anything?" Iris inquired.

"Maybe the $400,000 he stole," Cisco inputed.

"No, we don't know if he even took the money," Iris defended her brother, "plus, why would he need armored trucks to transport three duffle bags?"

"Maybe they were heavy?"

Iris rolled her eyes, "No, that's not it, he was carrying them over his back like it was his school bag," she narrowed her eyes, "he's gotten stronger," she rubbed her shoulder, remembering where Barry pushed her as she flew across the lobby of the station. She chose not to mention that detail.

"How could he get stronger?" Cisco asked Harry, "he has super speed not super strength."

"I don't know," the scientist pursed his lips, "and I hate not knowing."

"Maybe it's this 'friend' he was talking about?" Iris thought.

"But Barry said he didn't meet any meta-humans the night of the accident," Cisco shook his head.

"That he could remember," Harry said quietly.

Iris' blood turned cold, "You don't think he lied to us, do you?"

"I think Mr. Allen is going through something," Dr. Wells didn't take his eyes off the road, "but it's very possible it's the work of a new meta-human."

"So, Barry is taking orders from this guy? I mean, guys, come on, Barry wouldn't just rob the CCB and steal armored trucks from the precinct just because a guy asked him to," Cisco spoke up from the back, "it has to be some trick."

"He came in complaining of a severe headache and burning eyes," a chord struck in Harrison's mind.

"But those were signs of his concussion," Iris reminded him, "and all of the injuries he suffered the night he got hit."

"Barry said he experienced them before the crash."

"I hate to say it," Cisco raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "but I can't trust Barry's word right now, for all we know he could be lying again."

"Cisco's right," Iris nodded.

"Maybe," Harry's lips were a flat line, "but these pains could be after effects of meta-human power.

"What kind of power?" Cisco's tone was a little wary.

"Telekinetic?" Harrison brainstormed, "I mean how else do you explain these actions?"

"Are we sure he robbed the bank?" Cisco asked a little forcefully, "like 1000%, dude?"

"Harry checked the cameras with his own eyes," Iris reassured him, "Barry was asleep in bed."

"However," the scientist raised a finger, "that night there was a mild stinging in my eyes and I had a small headache. I took some medicine and the next morning they were gone."

"But..isn't that what Barry felt when…" Cisco's sentence died out before he could finish it.

"Yes, it is," Harry's jaw was locked and sharp.

"Drive faster," Iris demanded.

Dr. Wells pressed his foot against the pedal and the company van began to speed down the streets.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Iris said with a little angry tone after a long pause.

"I didn't expect it to be important," he replied without emotion.

"Everything you do is important, Dr. Wells!" she argued, "You're an Earth-2 phenomenon, if you have a bad reaction to the sushi on 34th street, then we should know!

"Iris," Cisco chuckled nervously, "maybe you should calm down just a little-"

"No," Dr. Wells' jaw was still tight but he admitted that Iris was right, "she has a point, I was being careless."

"Is that word even existent in your vocabulary?" Cisco said with shock.

"Cisco, you are Vibe, you can see through the dimensions of the universe," Iris said urgently, "it would be better if you looked at the cameras because if anything suspicious appears, it won't fool you."

"Dr. Wells, do you think that'd work?" Cisco asked excitedly.

"I can't find anything wrong with it," he nodded, "good idea, West, but right now we need to find Barry. Did he say anything about this 'friend' of his."

"Not specifically," Iris shook her head, "but why don't we find where Barry stopped yesterday. If he's visiting this 'friend' again then it's possible they will meet at the same location."

"Problem is," Cisco sighed, "he went too fast that the cops couldn't even locate his whereabouts. We know he stopped by the cameras on 17th street, but after that there is a 12 block radius of where he could've gone."

"Use the Flash suit tracker," Iris pitched in.

"We can't," Harry shook his head, "it mysteriously went offline the day of Barry's accident, but the more I think of it the less I regard it as an 'accident'."

"Guys!" Cisco exclaimed, "I fixed the tracker in the suit! I gave it up to 5 hours of backup power if anyone tampered with the controls! We can find Barry!" "Ramon, give me the coordinates," Harry maneuvered the wheel like a pro, "we're going now."

Chapter 5 will be released soon!