Together We Stand

by erynion

Becoming a hero has its risks. In the past year, there had been many situations that had made them feel concerned, but it wasn't until that night when they had felt totally scared. Series of oneshots happening after episode 2x06, "Enter Zoom".

5. Epilogue

Hi guys! This really short epilogue ends Together We Stand. Thank you so much to those of you who have been reading since the very first chapter, and to everyone following/favoriting. A special thanks to the reviewers: Sirnonenath, Guest, charizardatemymathteacher, Sarah, silverwolvesarecool, ForgottenDreamer98 and Idril of the Mountains - your encouraging words have been all the inspiration I've needed to keep writing.

Disclaimer: I don't own them.

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Epilogue

After getting out of S.T.A.R. Labs and running as fast as he could, his legs finally gave up on him before getting to the nearest breach and he let out a scream of frustration.

He had been close.

He remembered everything, from the hero's initial arrogance to the fear in his swollen eyes after he had broken him in every possible way. Only one hit left, and he wouldn't have had to worry about the Scarlet Speedster ever again.

But that had been his mistake.

As he was holding The Flash in the air with one single hand, in front of his friends (in front of Wells), he had been too busy watching the light fading from his eyes. He was enjoying it so much that he didn't notice the movement around him; he always checked his surroundings to have the upper hand and get advantage over his adversaries, but that time he had let his guard down.

Despite his legs didn't seem to work, he managed to get inside an abandoned warehouse before finally falling to the floor. He squeezed his fist, not even flinching when the pointy object he had inside punctured his suit and his hand.

He had been so close.

But then, as he was about to rip The Flash's heart with his hand, he had been surprised when he felt a pinch on his neck. Releasing his grip on the speedster, he had fallen to the floor next to his unconscious body but he still managed to get on his feet, although clumsily.

Lying on the floor of the warehouse, with one hand, he took of his mask and threw it away, out of rage.

He had been too close.

But despite everything The Flash had managed to escape alive, although barely. No doubt he had underestimated him. He had thought he was like The Flash from his Earth, a lone wolf, so he hadn't even bothered to prevent other people from helping him.

Not anymore.

Besides, he had been the winner that night, not The Flash. And he would make sure he didn't make the same mistake twice.