35

The Weeper


Cisco groaned quietly. "Hitman? I mean, don't you think that's a little too on the nose?" He gulped when Hitman turned the rifle toward his chest, without turning his head away from Oliver. "Then again, it's not like I know everything about nicknaming people."

"Cisco, if there's one time in your life where you're quiet, now would be that time," Oliver said quietly. He continued to eye Hitman. All until there was a moment where it seemed that the tension eased between them.

Hitman slowly lowered his rifle. The corner of his mouth turned up. "I'd listen to the Green Arrow if I were you." He sucked in a deep breath through his nose. "Though, that doesn't do much for what I could be collecting right now." His gaze flickered over Oliver's face. "Let's just say if there was a battle between me and the Green Arrow, me and Oliver Queen, I have a better chance of taking on Oliver Queen right now." He hefted his rifle over his shoulder, ignoring Barry as he swayed to and fro. "There's only so much mommy's and daddy's money can buy."

There was a brief moment of silence until Cisco gasped loudly.

"You're the one that's been following us," Cisco realized. He lowered his hands from the air, pointing directly at Tommy. "The one that attacked Cade…ahhh…" he squeezed his eyes shut, realizing his faux pas. Especially when Oliver's steely gaze turned his way at the same time Wally glared at him. Ralph snored loudly. "Attacked Flare and Shadowhunter. You're the one behind the bounties over our heads."

Hitman let out a quiet breath. "I'm simply a man who is working to make some financial gain…to make the city a better place." He shrugged. "Why should it matter if there are a few less metahumans in the world while I do it?"

"Who's sent you?" Diggle demanded. "Who are you working for?"

"Why does everyone assume there are always puppet masters pulling strings behind the scenes? Why can't a good man want to have a good life all for his own benefit?" Hitman ran a hand through his hair. "Is that really so hard to determine? That there are those out there who want metas gone? Just because they don't like metas?"

"Why wouldn't people like metas?" Barry asked, voice in a quiet whisper. His eyes grew wide when Cisco, Ralph, Oliver, and Diggle all shushed him at the same time. Tears, of which the guys weren't sure were from being shushed or due to his imminent death, sprang to Barry's eyes as a wounded puppy expression came to his face. His lower lip stuck out.

Suddenly, there was the sound of sirens coming closer. Oliver sucked in a deep breath through his nose and turned towards the bartender, who stood behind the desk, eyeing the group. The bartender looked back at Oliver, shaking his head.

"We're going to jail now, aren't we?" Diggle asked, after a second, letting out a long breath. The sirens increased in volume as the seconds passed. Oliver turned back toward Tommy, blinking when he found him gone.

"Yyep." Oliver's lips pressed together firmly.

"Well, don't worry," Ralph said as brightly as he could. "If I know where we're going, then we'll be out of there in no time."

"Why doesn't that sound good?" Wally asked in a low groan.


Killer Frost pressed her lips together, seeing the club that stood before her. The throbbing beat of the EDM coming from the club already started a migraine. Killer Frost leaned into the nearest dirt smudged window pushed her hair back out of her face, frowning at the smudge of blood that marred the collar of her jacket. Great, first she couldn't kill anyone and then she got someone else's blood on her.

Well, it goes with the look. Shrugging, Killer Frost turned and walked toward the club. She pushed her way past the crowd waiting outside and plunged herself into the throng of sweaty, moving bodies. They partying crowd moved around her, making space as she walked through the club. It must've helped, her body temperature making the air around her turn cold the second she came close.

Nevertheless, Killer Frost kept her attention forward to the lone, bald bodyguard at the back of the club. Exactly where she knew Amunet would be. The bald bodyguard watched as Killer Frost approached, but didn't budge from his place.

The ice meta's eyes narrowed before leveling at the guard. "I'd let me pass," she said slowly, calculatedly. "Unless you want to know what it feels like when the liquid in your eyeballs crystalize," she hissed. The bodyguard's eyes widened a fraction.

Killer Frost smirked.

But a voice behind the bodyguard made him immediately move aside. Killer Frost turned her gaze toward Amunet Black, tilting her head when the woman said, "Darling, you're here," in a slow drawl.

With pursed lips, Killer Frost folded her arms. "Amunet, next time you want to talk, come yourself." She flicked her chin toward Norvok, who stood behind Amunet as if he were a little child who ran to his mom. Norvok's upper lip curled. "Instead of your eyehole."

At that, Amunet's head whipped around to glare at her henchman. "Did you start a fight?" She rolled her eyes. "Norvok, really? What do I always say?"

"Never start a fight you can't finish," Killer Frost said. She continued to stare down Norvok, who lowered his chin beneath the gazes of both the ice metahuman and his boss. Amunet watched him a moment longer, her gaze dipping over him then going back to Killer Frost.

"And this, my dear, is why you're my favorite." Amunet reached out and framed her hand around Killer Frost's face. She tapped her fingers against the metahumans's skin, the rings on her fingers cool to the touch. "You listen."

"Apparently you don't." Killer Frost tried to jerk her head away, but Amunet's grasp was too strong. Her eyes started to shine. "I'm out, Amunet."

'Out?" Amunet blinked rapidly. She dropped her hands from Killer Frosts's face. Blinked even harder. Tilted her head to the side. Then she smiled what appeared to be a frozen smile that perched on her face. "Out of what? Out of options? Out of your mind? Out of the closet?" She waved her hands int eh air. "There's just so many 'outs' for you." Amunet blinked rapidly when there was a sudden rush of light and smoke that appeared in her vision.

The sound of a cry from the party goes in the club showed they saw the event happen as well. Cadence folded her arms as she took in Killer Frost and Amunet, not fazed by the eyes that turned her way then focused on the party once more. As if they were too busy to care there were any metahumans in their presence.

"Oh, that'd be very interesting for me," Cadence remarked. She slightly rolled her eyes when Amunet looked at her, smile turning gleeful.

"You, too?" Amunet clasped her hands together, lacing her fingers. "Well, this is interesting." Her eyebrows twitched upwards suggestively. "I can handle the both of you." She wiggled her finger, indicating for them to follow her. "So, come along. I've got something to show you." She walked further into the club and down a flight of stairs that led to the basement, with Killer Frost and Cadence following behind her.

"You think you can kill me here and get away with it?" Killer Frost asked as they followed Amunet further down.

"If I were going to kill you, I would've done it already," Cadence replied as they went. "Besides, you seem to be forgetting that I need my bridesmaid there for my wedding. There'd be too many questions asked if Caitlin wasn't there."

"So you're besties again?"

Cadence didn't respond. Instead, she followed Killer Frost's gaze as they stepped into the basement and found a young man chained in the middle of the room by his arms. He knelt on the floor, the chains giving him enough slack. He sucked in sharp breaths, bruises all over his chest and stomach. He sniffed loudly as the seconds passed. Once he saw Amunet, he leaned out of the way, struggling against the chains that rattled and quaked beneath his tremors.

"You got a pet," Killer Frost muttered. "Congratulations."

"Isn't he precious?" Amunet walked over and grasped the young man's chin. She ran her fingers along his chin and caressed his face. He swallowed hard, working to get away from her. Bowed his head, knowing he wasn't going to get away. "I call him The Weeper. He became a metahuman and I acquired my new favorite product to sell in the network. Check this out." With a mighty yell, Amunet kicked The Weeper in the chest. He howled in pain, slumping to the side. very light, almost crystalized substance formed in the corner of his eye before it dripped down his cheek. It glowed neon blue in the darkness of the basement.

Amunet smeared it off his cheek, catching the droplet on her fingertip. She put her finger beneath her nose and breathed in, the tear drop turning into a put it towards her nose and breathed it in. For a moment, her face turning neon, the color moving through her veins before it dissipated and Amunet let out a breathy sigh.

"His tears are a drug?" Cadence remarked.

Killer Frost's eyebrows rose. She'd come to that conclusion, too. Or maybe it had been Caitlin who had done that, who had figured it out. A tiny voice in the back of her head had asked the question as the same time that Cadence had realized it. But the voice wasn't her own. It was one of wonder, not malice.

"His tears are a gold mine," Amunet said. "One taste and everyone will be hooked."

"Then why do you need me?" Killer Frost asked.

Amunet rolled her eyes, standing up straight. "Really? If I'm going to be selling something quite valuable, I'm going to need protection." Then she grinned, showing nearly all her teeth. She held up her hands, her fingers making the shape of a heart that stuck Killer Frost and Cadence's inside the shape. "From the both of you."

"That's what this dude is for," Cadence remarked, motioning toward Norvok. "Or have you realized that his snake eye thing isn't only good for playing dice."

"Don't worry, princess, I'm sure your wedding will still go on without a hitch." Killer Frost folded her arms. "There's more than enough that your mommy will pay for for the big day." Her eyes went back and forth between Cadence and Amunet. "Even if that means you have to cut the losses of a few things. Like…your personal freedom."

"A deal like this requires a ladies touch," Amunet agreed. She reached out to touch Cadence's cheek, quickly taking her fingers back as a sizzling sound filled the air. A light trail of smoke wafted up from Amunet's fingers. Amunter waved off her hand, smile tightening. "And I'll cut you in fourteen percent….okay, fifteen percent and I won't kill you."

"As much fun as it is to play 'I'm the bigger badass'," Killer Frost interrupted. "I'm bored. And like I said, I'm done."

"Everyone's mistake in business…" Amunet's voice turning menacing. Her eyes turned flinty, smile immediately dropping into a almost snarl. Her fingers curled at her sides. The bucket that lay by her feet, that Killer Frost hadn't noticed until that moment, started to rattle and shake. The sound growing as the seconds passed. "Not knowing who has the power in the room."

Cadence's eyebrwos rose. "Funny, I was just thinking the same thing."

Amunet's gaze turned her way. "You may be off the market, Future Mrs. Speedster, but I don't think—"

The room suddenly went black, all music stopped. A loud roar started to blow through the club. The sound of a screaming, discontent. The party was over. Before Killer Frost could make her exist, she felt a rush of heat around her and before she knew it, she was back outside in the cold air. The sweet, cold air. Closing her eyes, Killer Frost took in a deep breath, allowing it to fill her lungs. Ice vapors appeared at her fingertips.

"So, what are Amunet's plans for the Weeper?"

You couldn't wait even a minute for that? Killer Frost opened her eyes to find Cadence staring directly at her. The corner of Killer Frost's lips turned up into a smirk. "Not my problem."

"The Weeper was put on that bus, we turned him into a meta." Cadence spread her hands, her fingernails starting to glow a dull orange. Smoke trailed from her fingertips. "It is our problem."

Killer Frost pretended to think, going as far as to tap her cheek with her fingertip, making Cadence roll her eyes. "Mm, I don't think so." She turned on her heel and started to walk away, toward the entrance to the alley they stood in. "Right now, I need to get to another Earth…"

"Where you'll just keep running," Cadence commented.

The words made Killer Frost halt in her tracks. She turned, blonde hair brushing over her shoulder and smiled at the fire metahuman. "Don't be cute, Cadey. I mean, you are cute, but you don't need to push it any further." She started away once more.

Cadence raised her hands, slapped them to her sides. "Well, it's better than running scared."

Once again, Killer Frost was stopped with those words. But instead of the lighthearted tone to her words, they turned steely. Ice cold. "Scared? You think I'm scared?" She laughed, shaking her head. "You think you know me? I mean, you think you know me, but you know Caity."

"You're right." Cadence started toward Killer Frost. "I know Caitlin. And I know when she's scared. And that's the same look you're giving me now."

Killer Frost smiled.

"You think I'm going to kill you," Cadence realized after a second.

"What's stopping you?"

"You being afraid of Caitlin as Caitlin is of being you." Cadence reached out and gently patted Killer Frost's cheek, giving her a peaceful smile. Killer Frost turned her head, hissing when she felt the sudden warmth that seared across her cheek. The bitch had burned her.

Killer Frost turned back and glared at Cadence. "If you still want a hand for Barry to put a ring on, I suggest you move it." Suddenly, there was a sharp crackle that emanated through Killer Frost's ear. A jolting that shot through her head, seemed to sear through her brain, coursing through her body before she pitched over onto the ground.

Cadence knelt down Killer Frost's side, pulling a tiny back Comm. Link from Killer Frost's ear-that she had slipped in when carressing Killer Frost's cheek-and juggled it in her palm. "Good job, Barb."

"Well," Barbara's voice came over the comms that lay in Cadence's ear. "Breaking into the power grid for the club was child's play. Going into STAR Labs equipment was the highlight of my career. But…they don't call me Oracle for nothing."


A/N: It's been over a year and a shorter chapter to come back to, but I'm back! I have a lot of things that I had to re-read and look over to remember what I was doing (and I'm sure I've still forgotten some things or gotten things wrong) but that means I have a lot of different and new and better ideas for what's coming up. I hope you're still around for this, if not I'm still going to enjoy writing towards what's currently going on in the show (I have a lot of ideas for Deathstrom). And, depending on how the show ends, I've already go an idea of how this fic series will end its entirety and I know already it'll be fun and something you won't see coming.

I'm still always open for PMs to talk everything Flash, Cadence, and Brady so feel free! I'm glad to be back!

Cheers,

-Riles