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Fourteen

Sylvia White lived in a kind of old Victorian Brownstone in the suburbs of Central City, the street which she lived in was a few blocks away from the street which I grew up in. Funny to know that Amber and I were only a few blocks away growing up. The whole trip there Sylvia babbled about how much of a good girl her daughter was and telling me stories of her childhood. I felt for her, I really, really did feel for the woman but there was only two ways that this could end.

When she drove into her driveway, I climbed out of the car to see Amber staring out her bedroom window. She saw me and the look on her face changed to one of anger before she disappeared away from the glass.

Sylvia cleared her throat and walked inside, clutching her bag. She let me inside as Amber came down the stairs. "Amber-honey-this is Charlotte Allen-do you remember her? You worked with her when you were seventeen."

Amber scowled. "Were you followed?" she demanded to know. "I told you! I told you not to bring anyone here!" she yelled.

Sylvia dropped her bag. "No! Amber! She's going to help you!"

"Like dad was going to help me!" Amber shouted, a glittering mist starting to form around her. "Like he said he would help me by strapping me down and experimenting on me?"

I raised an eyebrow. "What's she talking about?"

Amber laughed. "Oh-you're here to help me are you?" she laughed. "You don't even know how this happened in the first place! YOU CAN'T HELP ME!" The mist started to roll off Amber in waves.

I flung my hands up, pulling all the water out of the fish tank, turning it into ice, I hit Amber straight in the chest with it, sending her flying up the stairs. "You know I'd be just like you if I didn't have friends-if you let me help you, Amber, you could be-"

"What?" she laughed, picking herself up, "like you?! Fuck off! I like doing this! I like doing what I do!"

"Wrong answer," I told her. I pulled the ice back, forming a protective barrier over my entire body with it, not completely sure if it would work in stopping Amber's fear inducing pheromones. "You should run, Mrs White. Call Detective West. He knows what to do."

She nodded and ran out the front door.

Amber went to follow her, just getting to the bottom of the stairs before I grabbed her arm, twisting it behind her back. "Stop it!" she grunted in pain, the mist rolling off her skin.

As I touched her, nothing was happening to me, safe and sound in my own little shell. This gave me an idea. Changeling some of my concentration into creating a small ball, the size of a billiard ball, I took a sample of the gas for Wells and Caitlin to do their thing with it.

"Let me go!" Amber shrieked. "Let me go now!"

"Let me help you," I urged her. Was I stupid to think that all meta-humans could be helped? Could she be helped even if she let me?

"I'm gonna kill you!" Amber sneered. "Just like I killed those stupid guards!"

I twisted her arm behind her back and struck her in the back of the neck instantly knocking the girl out. A red flash rushed past me and suddenly Barry stood by my side wearing his suit. "Save the lecture for later," I told him, holding the ball up in my hand. "Take this to Wells, it's a sample of her mist thing she uses."

"Charlotte…" he started. "Just come to STAR Labs and we can talk, okay?" he frowned. He took the ball of be and knelt down to pick Amber up before he flashed away, leaving me standing there alone.

I let the ice shield fall off me and walked out the door. Sylvia was sitting on the steps so I sat down beside her. "They'll take care of her," I assured her, "at least I hope they will."

"So you're her?" Sylvia breathed. "Starling City's Pisces? A superhero?" She shook her head. "I never would have thought this would be your path, Charlotte. Not many kids that come across my desk clean themselves up…as it stands you're the first to become a superhero. How?"

I shrugged. "Same thing that happened to Amber except that when the particle accelerator hit me, I was in the middle of drowning. I could have very well become Amber if I didn't have my friends."

"You mean the Arrow and Shade and the rest of them?" she inquired. "You know who they are?"

I nodded. "Yes. I do."

"It takes a brave person to protect those they love," Sylvia whispered, "but to go out of their way to protect the city at risk to their own life? That takes an extraordinary person. You, the Batman, Superman, the Arrow, Wonder Woman, Shade, Cypher…you're all extraordinary. How can you do what you do?"

"We've all led lives that are full of pain," I told her. "But seeing what I can do…what others can do now…magic and super-powers are no longer a thing of comics. We have real life Captain America's and Iron Men roaming the world now. It's a new form of life. It's my brother was right and our father didn't kill our mother. There was another person in our house that night."

"Honey," Sylvia whispered, "what is going on now because of the particle accelerator doesn't mean someone else killed your mother. I'd hate to see you get your hopes up just to see them dashed. You deserve so much more than that."

"You won't-" I started to ask, "-won't tell anyone will you?"

She chuckled and shook her head. "No, Charlotte. As long as you promise that if things get too out of control that you will come and speak to me. Every hero needs someone to vent to that they don't work with. You're a good girl, Charlotte Allen," Sylvia smiled as Joe pulled up out the front. The two off us stood up and she hugged me tightly. "Remember that."

I smiled and walked down to Joe.

He looked at me all concerned as I got into the car. "Did Barry find you?" he asked me.

"I don't need Barry to find me," I assured him, "I took care of Amber on my own. Barry took her and a sample of her mist thing to STAR Labs. Trust me, Joe. I can take care of myself."

Joe shifted a little as he drove. "You dove off a bridge?" he finally asked me. "A freaking bridge?"

For the rest of the drive, Joe lectured me on jumping off a bridge even with super-powers. It was somewhat refreshing yet totally weird cause I never expected to be yelled at about super-powers before.

Wells and Caitlin were working away in the lab on the sample of gas I'd gotten from Amber and Barry was working on something with Cisco. Joe left, promising that we'd talk later, as for Dick and Suki, I had an idea as to where they were but right now all I wanted to do was talk to Amber in a less hostile environment.

The Pipeline.

Barry had told me that that was where they kept the meta-human's as they tried to work on a cure for them. So far there was two, a bald man and Amber.

Amber looked at me from inside her cell in the pipeline. "What do you want?" she sneered.

"I need you to put me under again," I told her honestly. "Amber you and I were friends once. "You taught me about boys and how to put on makeup. I need your help. The night my mother died something happened. I saw it happen again the other day and I need to see it again. I think whatever you can do can help me."

"What about me?" she snapped. "Let me out."

I shook my head. "No, I can't. You killed people. One of them had a baby on the way. He took an extra shift so his wife didn't have to work. I can't just let you go free. You're a murderer."

Amber snorted. "Then you get no help from me." She turned her back on me and sat down.

I sighed in frustration, not knowing how I would find what I needed now. Amber was my last chance…what now?