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Post by Admin on May 9, 2006 18:37:36 GMT -5
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2006 18:41:00 GMT -5
The Flash
Issue 7: "Time Flies, Conclusion! Part One: Everyone, Run Fast!"
Written by House Of Mystery
Cover by Borize
Edited by Brandon Herren |
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2006 21:41:19 GMT -5
Chapter One: “Downfall.”
We jump straight into the action.
It started suddenly, events conjoining and intertwining with a purpose that would spell doom for everyone in the world. Thefts, kidnapping, murder, assault… A grand plan set up by one man and one man alone… His identity? Yet to be revealed. His comrades in arms, united as they are, stand tall. Over the past year they have revealed themselves to be the fiercest group of villains on Earth, The Rogues, villains of Central and Keystone, the Twin Cities.
“Wally… I’m so sorry you’re here… I… I failed you…” Barry sits next to the hospital bed. “I’d give anything for you not to be here… But I… Damn it! I don’t have that kind of power…” He clenches his fist and looks over at the red haired boy, who has a machine pumping life into his veins. The explosion had done something to his mind; he had just left himself, a vegetable. Iris is outside, talking with the boy’s parents, and Barry can hear Mary West crying on her husbands shoulder. “I’ll find the son of a bitch who did this, I promise.” He runs for the hospital wall and vibrates through it, and then, clad in the red and yellow of his Flash uniform, he runs down the wall to the street level, with nothing but vengeance on his mind.
“This won’t work you know…” Barry turns suddenly, and stumbles at the site of a man running beside him, down the building. Jay Garrick smiles slightly, and grabs hold of the younger speedster, and the two run to the seclusion of Infantino Park, and discuss what has happened. “You can’t blame yourself for what happened to Wally… It was The Tricksters fault. Both of them, blowing up the shopping malls… You saved all the victim’s lives, and you saved Wally too.” Barry shakes his head, and looks to the man who inspired him. “You’ve faced more threats in a single month or so than I’ve had to in a year. Yet you’ve defeated them all, again and again, and you know what that shows?”
“That I’m a trouble magnet?”
Jay smiles slightly. “No. That you are a great hero, and these dirty creeps know that you’re unbeatable, so they’re each vying for a chance to prove the truth wrong. The villains make the hero, Barry. And you’re one hell of a hero.”
Barry nods slowly. “I… I don’t understand…”
Jay laughs. “I’m always around, son. If you ever need help, just run, ok?”
Barry nods. “Thanks, sir, that means a lot… But I have some things to do… Some things I’m not going to be very proud of doing…”
“Remember. You are better than the dirt you battle, do not EVER sink to their level… Who knows what would happen if you did?” Barry stands up and stretches his legs, then sprints away, leaving the Golden Age hero sitting quietly. “Who knows…”
“I do.” Jay spins around and is hit full on with something that feels like a massive metal girder, and then trapped to the ground by something heavier. He strains his head up, and sees someone in a blue parka, who smiles broadly. “I know what Barry does…” He fires his weapon again, knocking out the hero. Captain Cold looks to a mirror he has attached to his wrist, and taps it three times, vanishing into the reflection with his prisoner.
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2006 21:41:43 GMT -5
Chapter Two: “Mirror, Mirror…”
Sam Scudder, back from a heist, looks down at his beer, and smiles to himself. The mirror devices are working like a charm, and he just robbed fifteen banks simultaneously across the eastern seaboard. And all he had to do was look at the mirror he holds in his hand. Fantastic. He’s in the right place, waiting for what has to come, and he enjoys the feeling he’s getting. Adrenaline rushes through his body, his orange and green jump suit hidden beneath his brown trench coat. His mask is off, pulled to the back of his neck, and he takes another sip from his drink, relaxing as best he can.
“SCUDDER!” He spins around and pulls out his pistol, but it is swatted away by the red uniformed Flash. “You’re coming with me!”
“The hell I ain’t!” He presses a button on his palm and dozens of duplicates fill the quickly emptying bar. They all open their mouths at the same time, and utter the same words. “The hell we ain’t!”
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2006 21:42:18 GMT -5
Iris West sits next to her nephew’s hospital bed, and weeps silently. She hears the door open but does not take her head out of her hands, and she feels a soft hand on her shoulder. “Don’t cry, Iris.”
She turns slightly, and a shadow falls across her face. “Do I know you?”
“We’ve met a few times.” He smiles a smile that strikes her as so familiar… Who is this?
“I’m sorry, I just can’t… What’s your name?”
He laughs. “I’m not surprised you don’t remember me. It’s been a long time… For me, anyway…” He smiles and takes a long stick out of his pocket… But it’s not a stick… It’s a long yellow piece of wire, a small bauble at the end of it that seems to hum with power. “This is something that you might like.”
“What… I don’t… What?”
“I’m Mark Mardon. Your husband put me away. We met at the KCPD picnic four years ago, and I thought we hit it off, I was obviously wrong.” He laughs.
“Husband? I’m not married…”
He stiffens slightly. “Iris Allen, right?”
“Iris West…”
“Sheee ooot. My sources must have been wrong then…”
Iris inches towards the call button to the nurse station at the end of the hall, but Mark notices and smiles. “Nuh uh.” He brings the point of the wand to his lips and smiles widely. “Hurricane.” Winds rush out of nowhere, engulfing Iris West and sucking the air from her lungs. She collapses back in her chair and Mardon smiles, and then turns to the doorway. A man stands there, his fists clenched. Mardon’s smile widens. “Fred you sonofabitch, how the devil you been?” Frank Chyre draws his weapon, but Mardon is too fast for him, pointing his wand and whispering. “Thunder.” Chyre is struck by a bolt of light that streaks from the wand, and he drops the gun instantly, his body shaking and his fingernails melting. “See… I wanna thank you and the good Mr Allen for the past four years. I was your friend and your damn colleague! You screwed me over and got me put away!”
Chyre looks up, his body shaking. “Y-You killed you brother, his heart ex… exploded in his chest and all the evidence pointed to you and that device you hold in your damn hand!” Mardon’s smile fades and a frown creeps across his brow.
“Heart attack you bastard! My brother dies and I get put away for it and become a damn human toilet!” He clenches his fist and kicks the fallen cop. “THUNDER, THUNDER, THUNDER!” bolt after bolt of lightning hits the officer and he falls silent after his screams echo throughout the hospital floor. Nurses and doctors rush around the corner, but Mardon is ready, pointing his wand at the corridor. “HAIL!” The crowd of hospital staff are flung back into the wall and knocked out by fist-sized chunks of hail, and Mardon smiles. “Oh you are so dead now, Freddy m’boy. Thanks for being my partner and all… Tell Barry me and his wife are gonna have some fuuun…” He smiles and places his wand back in his pocket and takes a small device out of his pocket, something resembling a mirror. “Take us home, Scud.” The mirror flashes with light and Iris West and Mark Mardon vanish into the reflection.
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2006 21:43:07 GMT -5
Rogue Profile (Interlude 1): Mark Mardon AKA The Weather Wizard Profiler: Travis Clevenger Before the first recorded The Flash (II) appearances in either Central or Keystone cities, Mark Mardon was a respected member of the Keystone City Police Department, partnered with Fred Chyre (see Trickster I and II files for more on the Detective), who’s brother (Clyde Mardon) was a renowned scientist for his experiments that predicted weather and other anomalies. Clyde’s most renowned invention was that of the “Weather Wand”, a device that could predict and harness weather through a small metallic rod that was easy to use and easy to carry, and it became legend among the meteorological community, yet Clyde released it to the scientific community on fear that it would be stolen (there have been reported cases of Paranoid Schizophrenia in the Mardon family, but Mark has so far not been affected by the disorder). It also seemed that Mardon’s squeaky clean reputation was something of a front for some lesser known dirty activities, which is a rare occurrence as Keystone and Central have the lowest percentage of police corruption in America. Barry Allen (CSU for KCPD) was the first to discover the evidence of the officer in question’s criminal activities, and went to Fred Chyre with the information, and the two officers took the evidence to the Commissioner of the KCPD, James Fox, and he then went to the DA with what they had shown him… *Continued Overleaf* |
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2006 21:43:49 GMT -5
“Show you’re FACE!” The Flash sprints around the room, go so fast he’s not even a blur, until he punches the only real Mirror Master out of the bar and sprawling onto the streets, rain pouring down from the sky and covering the roads. Sam looks up, gives a thumbs up, and presses a button on the edge of his mirror, and then vanishes into the floor, falling into the reflection given by the puddle of water beneath him. Barry skids onto the street and looks around. “You’re a COWARD, Mirror Master!” He looks around and lifts his foot up, only to look down and see a pair of hands impeding his movement.
“An’ you’re an idiot!”
He’s yanked down into the water and is suddenly submerged in water, liquid filling his lungs. He starts pumping his legs, trying not to panic, and shoots up, faster and faster, water gushing around him, the surface never in sight, until he can feel himself start to electrify, his legs start moving faster than ever, his muscles snap and heal at the same time, until, in a flash, he hits the surface, and tries to figure out where the hell he is… He picks up the pace as he treads water, and shoots on top of the water, and he keeps up the pace to walk atop it. He sprints across the water until he reaches land, and is surprised to see an elderly fisherman look up at him in confusion. “You mus’ be tha’ Flash yankie, eh?”
“Are you… English?” Barry scratches his head and looks down at the man.
“Sure as hell I am. You lost, ‘cause if my geography skills are up’t scratch… America is thataway…” He points to his left, and The Flash nods slowly.
“Thanks, sir.” The Flash nods to him and smiles, then sprints forward, the winds whipping around him as he goes. Mirror Master was powerful, he knew that, and he doesn’t want to wake up at the bottom of the ocean because of his crazy powers. How the hell did he get a mirror to the bottom of the ocean anyway? He puts the thought to the back of his mind and finally hits water again, sprinting over the ocean and back to Keystone and Central. Barry was complacent and he needs to kick everything up a notch.
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2006 21:44:16 GMT -5
Rogue Profile (Interlude 2): Samuel Scudder AKA Mirror Master
Profiler: Travis Clevenger An ex-Intergang technician, this guy has connections to the underworld all over the place, and the only reason he came into contact with The Flash in the first place was because the hero needed some information regarding Leonard Snart (AKA Captain Cold, see attached file), and there was some weird loyalty disease going around the underworld back then. Snart used an untested device to send The Flash into his own reflection, and then fight his way out, but before he could fully escape his prison, Scudder had vanished and gone underground without a trace. Knowing that his technology that he was developing was more powerful than he had believed, he took all he could and made a uniform that incorporated it all. This guy can travel through reflections, regardless of what is reflecting, be it water, glass, ice or an actual mirror. *Continued Overleaf* |
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2006 21:44:35 GMT -5
Barry skids to a stop outside the bar where he had punched Scudder, and looks up, the sun filling up the sky. Strange weather his city was suffering, eh? He vibrates his arm as he walks towards the bar and the puddles evaporate, the friction of his arm so immense. Sam is back at his bar stool, and still drinking his beer.
“Got back a’ite I see, Mizzer Flash?” He smiles and motions for the speedster to sit down, a beer next to him in the empty seat. “Join me?”
“I don’t have time for your games Scudder… I’m taking you and your kind down, not sitting around drinking beers with you.” The Flash motions to grab Mirror Master but he vanishes in a flash of light, leaving Barry alone once again. “Why do you always have to do this, Sam? You never face me head on, mano el mano. You’re some kind of coward, aren’t you?” He clenches his fist, getting ready, and sits down on the barstool. “Well I’m ready when you are…” He looks down at his beer and stammers, the reflection in his drink not his own.
“COWARD THIS!” A fist emerges from the glass and Barry grabs it, smiling.
“Obvious. Gullible. Move.” He drags him out from the reflection and removes the devices from the Mirror Master costume, knocking him out with a straight punch to the jaw. “You’re going to the Heights.”
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2006 21:45:03 GMT -5
Rogue Profile (Interlude 3): Iron Heights: Rehabilitation or Provocation?
Profiler: Travis Clevenger Located about three miles north of Keystone City, Iron Heights is known for its vicious treatment of its prisoners, and that is an understatement. Under the ruthless authority of the current warden Daniel Stirk, Iron Heights has become a living "hellhole" to those in the prison. Having a particualr taste for causing pain and suffering in his prisoners, immediately activated a lockdown system in the building, guards were ordered to shoot any prisoner on sight if they were trying to escape or caught outside the prison, and the prisoners were beaten on a daily basis to ensure their malleablielty to Stirk’s rules. I don’t approve of the place personally. I understand a need to keep these men and women in line, but the extremes of this place make Blackgate in Gotham look like a fairy palace compared to this. Anyway, the metahuman and supervillain prisoners are jailed in an area known as the Pipeline. I’ve seen the Pipeline, and it isn’t at all pretty. It is the dark, dank basement of Iron Heights where the prisoners are treated under awful living conditions with little food or water, to put them off putting up a fight. This place must be breaking several dozen human right rules and guidelines. After the boom in metahuman crime, the costumed prisoners are kept in their colourful uniforms so the guards can identify and shoot them if they try to escape. With these rules in place, breakouts have dropped to zero, and no prisoner has even been heard considering breaking out… Daniel Stirk is doing something right, and that’s keeping the evil members of society locked away, but is this place somehow responcible for what the released prisoners become twisted when they get back on the outside? No matter what, I know this. I may not like this place, I may not APPROVE of the place, but if Iron Heights wasn’t there, we’d be in a heap of trouble… *End Comment* |
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2006 21:45:29 GMT -5
Barry sprints Mirror Master to Iron Heights and leaves him to the prison guards, and informs them to hold him whilst he officially organises his arrest. After two months of active heroing, the Mayor’s office and the KCPD/CCPD gave him powers to arrest any villain he apprehended, but he always liked to do it officially, no matter what mood he was in.
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2006 21:45:56 GMT -5
Chapter Three: “Like a Kick in the Teeth.”
“All goooooes weelll!” Zoom stands in front of his assembled comrades, smiling.
“Wee’re chaaanging the fuuuuuturrre!”
“We may be changing the future but I want a piece of that pig cop who killed my sister!” Axel Wilson steps forward, playing with his yo-yo whilst he angrily talks.
“Heh, too late there, squirt. Chyre’s dead. His heart didn’t take too well to my wand’s magic.” Mardon smiles and stretches out, and Wilson grimaces.
“You killed him? You killed the only reason I’m here?” He throws the yo-yo at Mardon’s face, and it detonates in front of him, smoke going everywhere. Axel smiles sinisterly and looks over to Zoom, but he’s gone, vanished from where he stood moments ago. He looks back over to Mardon, and Zoom stands there, fluctuating, the smoke slowly moving off his chest. “Shoot.”
“Iffffff wweeeee cannnooottttt gettttt on…” He punches Axel backwards, and sends him flying into a table behind him, the wooden legs splitting from the force of the landing. “…thheeeennnn we aaareeee lesssss thaaaan annnnimmmmalllls.” He smiles beneath his mask. “And Mark, why’d you try and kill the police officer?” He shakes his head. “Weeee haaaaaaaaave ruuuullleessss asssss Rooooggguuuuesss!”
“Dude, talk normally, alright? It kinda pisses me off. And what do you mean, try?”
“Youuuuuuuu shoooockkkked hiiim in a hossssssspital!” He shakes his head again.
“Idiot.”
“Shit… You mean… DAMN!”
“Heeee lliiiiveeees to die another day. Help Aaaaaaxellll to his rooooom.”
“Fine, fine…” Mark flicks his wand into his pocket and smiles. “It’s all coming together, isn’t it?”
“Yesssssss ittttt is, ssssson.”
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2006 21:47:49 GMT -5
The Flash looks for Fred Chrye, the one man who knows of his secret identity, oh wait… Jay Garrick knows to. Let’s try that again then… The Flash looks for Fred Chyre, one of two men who know of his secret identity, but is met by Jared Morillo, who grabs him as he wanders by. “Flash!”
“What is it, Detective?”
Morillo looks up and then down, trying to figure out how to word his sentence.
“Chyre has been attacked at the hospital… The West woman, she’s been kidnapped… We have security footage, we know who did it… But I think you need to see this…” Barry doesn’t know what to see. Everything slows down for him, images of Iris, dead, flashing through his mind. Morillo passes a tape to the scarlet speedster, and then pats him on the shoulder, walking off when he’s done. Barry stands there, not knowing what to do. He runs home, and puts the tape into the player.
There’s a flash of yellow light, and a loud whine, then static, the tape over and done. “#” Barry’s eyes widen, and then rewinds the cassette, playing it again but slowing his perceptions as it starts to play. He sees someone in a yellow version of his costume.
Like his dream all those nights ago.
He can’t see his face, the mask covering everything, but he can see Iris in the background, surrounded by the Rogues. “Only you can see what you’re seeing.” The voice is distorted, but spoken at a steady pace. “I’m here to end you, Allen.” Barry’s eyes open wider.
He knows my name.
“We have Iris, but we have much more than that…”
Iris!
“We have the keys to the cities. Central and Keystone, both at our tender mercies.”
Good Lord!
“You’ll find out what we have planned soon enough.” The screen blinks off, static slowly forming across the television, and Barry feels his perceptions snap back to normal.
“I’m going to kill that man.”
He remembers the dream, and everything starts to fuzz in his head. The lines of reality and unreality slowly unravelling… Barry’s eyes snap open, and he finally realises the secret super power he never knew he had.
He had predicted the future. A ‘flash forward’ in his subconscious that predicted something that only he could know… He remembers the prediction like it was only yesterday…
The Rogues had attacked as a unit
His leg had been broken, he was surrounded… Surrounded by them all…
Captain Cold, ice gun aimed… Ever present as the leader…
Captain Boomerang, razor edged weapons in each hand…
The Folding man, moving his hands quickly, nervous…
Weather Wizard, an electrical storm raging at the end of a wand…
Murmur, his masked face belying a murderous mind… Knives in hand, tipped in poison…
Heat Wave, flames licking at the end of his flame thrower…
Mirror Master, some high tech gun pointed at my head… I can see my reflection…
The Trickster… Grenades drawn, a smile plastered across his face…
Frozen, burnt, cut, battered and beaten, they kept the pressure on, not allowing his super accelerated metabolism to keep up, and now, they bought out the big guns, the big man, the mastermind…
And they were prepared to kill him…
Then that voice, that evil, voice… “Geeeet awaaay!” loud, not like any human sound… Shaky, vibrating, like a distorted radio transmission. Barry watched as the blur snaps the neck of Murmur…
The Folding Man vanishes in an instant, running away like normal, but then reappears a beaten wreck, thrown to the ground with a wet snap as whatever bones left untouched shatter…
He sees him lure Mirror Master's fire at his yellow blur, but instead the glassy beam connects with the Trickster, the energy beam turning him into a reflection, and then into an explosion of glass…
He’s killing the Rogues… And Barry can’t do anything about it…
Mirror Master hit by two razor sharp boomerangs, blood everywhere…
A misplaced Trick bomb-hitting Boomerang in the chest, causing his upper torso to explode… He’s everywhere at once… Luring power and energy, and throwing it on his enemies…
The two that are left… Heat Wave and Cold… The man stops for a moment, between them… Yellow flashes in and out of reality, his uniform is the exact opposite of The Flash’s, his face covered, the same sleek material…
Who is this?
The two rogues, the last of them, fire their weapons, but the man is gone… And the two men are engulfed by their opposites… Cold screams as his skin liquifies and blisters, Heat Wave is silent… But the cracks along his face grow, splinter off, until he collapses on the floor in a pile of frozen flesh.
I’m frozen on the spot, my leg healed, my cuts and bruises gone… But I’m in shock… This man… This… This super speed guy… He’s killed all of them… No one could escape his grasp… And now, I see him flicker into reality, the yellow of his suit catching the sunlight, blinding me… He takes of the mask and screams:
“The eeeeeennnnnddddddd issssss neeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaarrrrrr…”
That face… Familiar…
“Sooooooo waaaaaaaaaakkkeeeeee upppppppppp.”
Barry’s eyes flicker open, and then he looks up, nodding to himself. He had had another flash forward, this time completely different, of a future where nothing is right in the world… But he doesn’t dwell on it, and so runs, looking for his fiancée, and his enemies who have her.
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2006 21:48:32 GMT -5
Chapter Four: “Old Friends”
Wally West lies in a coma, machines pumping life in him, the metal shards of shrapnel removed from his back but still… His spine was damaged… Maybe even beyond repair. His mother weeps in the toilets down the corridor, and his father is no where to be seen, drowning his sorrows at some bar on a street near by. Fred Chyre is in the intensive care unit, his heart being kept beating by a machine too, his burns tended to, his own police assignment guarding him.
“I’m sorry kid.” A man stands next to the fallen youth’s hospital bed, his trench coat hiding a red jersey with a massive yellow lightning bolt striking up. His trousers are blue, lightning shooting up the sides, and his red boots are worn, ran in. “I should have come here earlier, but time isn’t on my side. It’s not on anybodies side right now, is it?” He laughs and takes off his metal hat, and places it on the chair next to him.
“Alwaaaaays sentttimeeeentalll, whereeeen’t yooooou, boooooy?” Zoom flickers behind the mysterious man, and places a yellow hand on his shoulder.
“Not as much as I thought you were, boss…” He smiles slightly, and scratches his stubbled chin. “…What brings you to the hospital?”
“I was thinking of seeing a dear friend of a friend…” He looks down on the unconscious boy, and smiles slightly. “…But then I saw you. You always were obvious when leaving a speed signature.”
“How come your voice is always changing nowadays?” The mysterious stranger turns, and removes the yellow clad villain’s hand from his shoulder.
“Mmyyyy boooody is in a conssssttaaaant staaaaaate of flllluxxxx. The Speed Force does that to you…” The man nods and approaches Wally.
“Don’t touch a hair on the boy’s head, else I’ll remove yours.” The mysterious man clenches his fists and readies himself.
“You couldn’t stop me if you tried. Don’t worry… The time line will be in a hectic state already… No need to screewwwww you ooooover too, Walter.”
The red headed mysterious man turns at his name, and grimaces. “You changed. I saw it… I wanted to deny the truth, but you screwed over the team, and I have to take you down.”
“Walter, Walter, Wallllter… It was your idea to come back here in the first place!”
Walter West, or Wally to his friends, dives at the yellow clad villain, but falls to the floor with a large bang, his enemy vanishing in a flicker of light, and leaving only his voice in the air. “You won’t be able to stop meeeee”
Wally West stirs in his coma, and Walter looks around, quickly. Everything was changing, but as long as he remained in this timeline, he wouldn’t feel the changes… He hopes.
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2006 21:48:47 GMT -5
Barry runs to Iron Heights, hoping to enlist the help of one of the many Rogue psychologists stationed there to find the villains who are eluding him so. He runs to the office of Clevenger, a portly tall man, but doesn’t locate him, and so he enters the office of Warden Stirk, who waits patiently.
“I’m looking for the psychologist staff, Mister Warden…”
“To help you track down the prisoners who are not yet?” Stirk smiles, salivating every word he utters.
“It’s of the utmost importance… One of them… Has kidnapped a reporter…”
“They’re all here, Flash.” Stirk nods slowly.
“The psychologists?”
Stirk laughs loudly. “No.” He leans in close to the hero, his breath dirty and rank.
“The Rogues…”
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2006 21:49:30 GMT -5
The Flash is thrown back into the office wall by a powerful blow, his ribs cracking at the force. He crashes through the plaster, and then lands against a stone floor, sliding into a metal door with a thud. He looks up through hazed eyes, and is punched in the face, his nose breaking and blood pouring down his face. He can’t get his bearings, a strange humming noise in his head that makes it hard to think… He’s thrown back again, this time by a pillar of ice that crunches against his sternum, and cracking another rib… There’s a fizz and a pop as the floor erupts in flame, burning his yellow boots and scorching his legs, and then a terrible snap as a man folds a piece of paper and the bones in Barry’s legs break in half. The Flash screams a blood curdling scream, and then is thrown against the wet floor with a splash, pinned to it by his reflection that erupts from the nothingness of the mirrored water and by razor sharp boomerangs that dig into his shoulders and the stone floor. “End him, Cold!” Sam Scudder’s voice, and then another…
“Endddd you.”
It happens. The dream manifests… Rogues die, limbs are torn off and blood is everywhere… Barry is torn from his bloody holdings, and then thrown forward, till he hits a glass wall with a squelch. He is immediately grabbed by a pair of hands that check his vitals at super speed. Jay Garrick, his own face puffed and purple from a vicious beating… “Flash, are you ok?”
“Bones… Fixing too fast… Need to…” Jay grimaces and looks down at his legacy’s legs, and snaps them with a wet noise back into place, Barry screaming as he does so.
“I… Feelll… Whoa. Light… Headed…”
“Your blood is regenerating as we speak, rest… I don’t know who this guy is, but we’re in some kind of speed proof dome… I’ve tried getting out… But it’s impossible…” Jay cringes as the bones begin to heal again, and he snaps the leg once more, fixing the leg back into place. Barry doesn’t look good, he looks wasted, his body healing but without fuel to stimulate the process.
“You’reeeeee prooooobably wwwwondering wwwwwhy I trappppped you here today…” Zoom appears outside the glass and nods to himself, smiling beneath his mask. “It’s simple realllly… You sollld us allll out Barry!” Barry cringes at the mention of his name. “Betrayed usssss!” Zoom tenses his fists and nods to himself once more, pacing around the dome, his body coherent and full whilst he concentrates his anger.
“Who the hell are you?” Jay Garrick spits his words, a look of anger across his face unlike anything Barry’s witnessed from the man before.
“Who the hell am I?” Zoom mimics Jay, and then slowly peels of his yellow mask, always smiling.
“I’m Jay Garrick.”
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2006 21:50:02 GMT -5
To be concluded!
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Post by mockingbird on Jul 31, 2011 12:24:38 GMT -5
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