Post by neonpheonix on Nov 22, 2013 15:30:50 GMT -5
I left this one as a cliffhanger on purpose...
I'll be here all week.
Central City, National Bank, Present Day
“Give up the cash moron!”
Captain Cold yelled mercilessly.
He had been waiting for the Decelerator device to be weaponized for days now with no results, with nothing to do.
So Captain Cold went on a heist. He held up his gun to the head of the hostage he had taken as soon as things went south.
“I’ll kill this b**** if anyone moves!”
Of course he wasn’t going to kill her, but the security guard had forced his hand, so Cold froze the guard’s feet to the floor.
Captain Cold grabbed the overflowing sack of money and ran out, money overflowing leaving a tail of sorts. Captain Cold fled the scene via his black unsuspecting sedan with the money in the rear seats, about 30,000 dollars, not as much as the 50,000 Cold had been expecting but still nothing to sneeze at.
Cold didn’t even need the money, he was a Millionaire! He would probably just donate the money to charity, or to that physicist Dillon in order to keep his trap shut. At least until Cold’s resources could hack into Dillon’s email. Just then a S.W.A.T sniper shot Cold’s tires, his car spinning and fishtailing into a side-road, less buildings means less places I have to worry about Cold thought.
2 Hours Earlier, Snart Enterprises
Roscoe Dillon was doing nothing. He had that privilege now. Roscoe could do anything now that he had dirt on the boss.
Roscoe spun his green top round and round, until Leonard Snart himself walked in,
“What are you doing?!?!?”
Snart growled, while Roscoe replied,
“Playing with my tops sir!”
The statement was remarkably sarcastic. Leonard growled to himself,
“Just wait till I crack that code, top-boy!”
Roscoe thought about the mechanics of his top, the forces and what not. It kept perfect balance, and it still spun.
Roscoe laughed, Leonard or Captain Cold whatever he would be known as would never bark orders to him again.
85:00 A.M. Barry’s Apartment
Barry woke in a cold sweat. His heart pounded, perspiration pouring off his neck and back, soaking the sheets below his form. Barry got up and poured himself a glass of water from the tap.
The tap seemed especially slow today. Barry, not being patient in the first place stamped his foot, everything that his mom had taught him to keep himself entertained. He thought about Iris, that date had gone pretty well actually.
OMG!!! What was wrong with the sink??? Barry looked at the faucet spout.
The sight chilled him to his very bone. The water of the faucet was no longer moving! He fell, knocking the glass out of his hands. But the stopped moving midair wants it left his hands.
OH MY GOD!!! Barry ran out of his small ‘house’ and slammed the door behind him, which to his absolute terror did not make a sound.
Horrified Barry ran, ran faster than he thought he could, EVER! He ran, past his best friend’s house, his high school, and the National Bank, he kept running, faster and faster, he heard an explosion behind him, but he kept running. Faster, faster and he started seeing red streaks. The streaks started to encompass his whole being. Barry closed his eyes, now running impossibly fast.
His eyes opened, he no longer saw any of the landmarks of the plane he previously occupied. In place of his world, his city, was a barren red landscape, with golden bolts of lightning on the space that was recognized as the ground in this strange place. Barry yelled, then started talking to himself,
“What did you do this time Barry?”
He thought of everything, his life. Everything gone. His mother had once told him something,
“This life is only worth living when you remember those who make it worth existing.”
Barry thought of his life, he had no living relatives, he had no one. Barry started crying, he balled like the puddle that he had become.
Highway 89, Central City
“Damn Cops!!!”
Cold yelled out the window as he angled his gun arm out the window. It didn’t have to come to this, they could have just allowed him to leave the bank with the money.
But no! That guard had to be the hero, then Cold shot him and took a hostage, getting away only to have the car get shot. Placing Leonard Snart in his current pickle.
Cold blasted the street with his Ice-Gun, causing the asphalt to become slick and cold. Several Police cars collided on the slippery terrain while Cold laughed. This was why he did what he did, for the THRILLS.
Captain Cold stopped momentarily and left the woman he had been temporarily using as a shield lying next to the road. Cold sped off to his secret base of operations.
Unknown Location
Barry sat there. Crying. Balling his eyes out. What was the meaning of his poor mother’s words,
“This life is only worth living when you remember those who make it worth existing.”
He didn’t have anyone. He had one sole person that he knew, James Forrest. James was just a friend, nothing more.
What was he to do? Maybe he would die in this strange place…
No, he wouldn’t die, he couldn’t die, he thought about the people who had left their mark in his life. James certainly had, but that wasn’t what his mother had meant.
His parents had left deep lines scars in Barry’s life. His mother was murdered while his dad was convicted of the crime. Barry was nine years old. He thought of his mother, and how he knew his dad would never hurt her.
“MY DAD WOULD NEVER HURT ANYBODY!”
Barry cried out to the swirling red all around him. Barry concentrated on his mother, and her tombstone. That case was closed, nobody was going to try to prove his father innocent, that was his burden.
Barry concentrated on his mother’s grave. He closed his eyes, still concentrating, and when he opened them he was at the cemetery.
Barry started to pray. He strode out of the cemetery to get back onto a main road and flag a ride down.
Barry waited, and waited and waited. He waited about an hour. Barry finally saw a small black sedan. Barry waved his arms in every direction.
As the car went by the driver flipped Barry off and swerved into the puddle next to the poor guy, splashing him with a tidal wave of filth. Barry was mad now.
He chased after the car at an astounding rate, only to realize that there were Police cars following suit. He was moving at about 80mph, he had caught up with the car, and was keeping pace with it.
Inside the Sedan
Captain Cold spotted the man running next to his car just then,
“Holy s***!”
Then Cold spotted the man’s odd getup, well not really odd compared to mine.
Maybe he just wanted a share. Yeah. Yeah Right, Cold swerved into him, in an attempt to scare him off, not in the mood for a steroided up track star. The scarlet speedster then jumped onto the roof of the sedan and balanced precariously on the moving vehicle for a moment before regaining his balance.
With the cops in pursuit Captain Cold swerved side to side, still trying to no avail to get the man off of his car.
On the Roof of the Sedan
Barry Allen suddenly realized that he was wearing a red uniform of some kind, some kind of spandex/rubber material that also seemed sturdy and flexible at the same time. His red gloved hands shook in anger as he failed to get inside the car to stop the bank robber. Suddenly, like when he first entered the red dimension, he started shaking.
Barry shook faster and faster, vibrations coursing through his whole body. Barry’s vision became oppressed by scarlet light, and he suddenly felt…
Smaller.
He felt more in tune with his own body. He felt every single movement from the breakneck speeds emanating from his entire being. Immediately Barry closed his eyes to try to control himself. To ground out the shaking.
He stopped abruptly. The shaking stopped and he opened his eyes.
Cold screamed,
“S***!!!”
Snart Enterprises
Roscoe Dillon had finally created the machine that would end his constant abuse.
Throughout his entire life Roscoe Dillon’s genius was overlooked and he was taunted for his love of tops.
My father, Manuel Lago, Barry Allen, Leonard Snart, they would all regret their disrespect toward MY GENIUS.
He remembered all of it. Roscoe was always bullied, the only person he could turn to was his best friend, his own mother. Mostly because he and Leonard Snart had become enemies fast when Roscoe or Rossie as his mother had called him, moved from Keystone City to it’s more financially stable counterpart, Central City.
It all started during the first day of Fifth Grade, I had just got there and Manuel Lago was poking my neck. He occupied these pokes with verbal jabs. Snart saw this and told him to stop, I was completely grateful of course. We were best friends for about a week, then he asked me what Manuel was making fun of me about.
Snart would never, ever make fun of him again. Nor would anyone. Roscoe pulled out his tops, his green one, his blue one, and his red one. Roscoe had designed each one for a very specific purpose.
He knew that ‘Captain Cold’ would figure it out, but he had plans for him.
For the Top this was personal.
Cold’s Sedan
Somehow that guy had gotten into his car! How??? Well, looks like I’ve got myself a hostage, Cold grinned, this could be fun.
I'll be here all week.
Central City, National Bank, Present Day
“Give up the cash moron!”
Captain Cold yelled mercilessly.
He had been waiting for the Decelerator device to be weaponized for days now with no results, with nothing to do.
So Captain Cold went on a heist. He held up his gun to the head of the hostage he had taken as soon as things went south.
“I’ll kill this b**** if anyone moves!”
Of course he wasn’t going to kill her, but the security guard had forced his hand, so Cold froze the guard’s feet to the floor.
Captain Cold grabbed the overflowing sack of money and ran out, money overflowing leaving a tail of sorts. Captain Cold fled the scene via his black unsuspecting sedan with the money in the rear seats, about 30,000 dollars, not as much as the 50,000 Cold had been expecting but still nothing to sneeze at.
Cold didn’t even need the money, he was a Millionaire! He would probably just donate the money to charity, or to that physicist Dillon in order to keep his trap shut. At least until Cold’s resources could hack into Dillon’s email. Just then a S.W.A.T sniper shot Cold’s tires, his car spinning and fishtailing into a side-road, less buildings means less places I have to worry about Cold thought.
2 Hours Earlier, Snart Enterprises
Roscoe Dillon was doing nothing. He had that privilege now. Roscoe could do anything now that he had dirt on the boss.
Roscoe spun his green top round and round, until Leonard Snart himself walked in,
“What are you doing?!?!?”
Snart growled, while Roscoe replied,
“Playing with my tops sir!”
The statement was remarkably sarcastic. Leonard growled to himself,
“Just wait till I crack that code, top-boy!”
Roscoe thought about the mechanics of his top, the forces and what not. It kept perfect balance, and it still spun.
Roscoe laughed, Leonard or Captain Cold whatever he would be known as would never bark orders to him again.
85:00 A.M. Barry’s Apartment
Barry woke in a cold sweat. His heart pounded, perspiration pouring off his neck and back, soaking the sheets below his form. Barry got up and poured himself a glass of water from the tap.
The tap seemed especially slow today. Barry, not being patient in the first place stamped his foot, everything that his mom had taught him to keep himself entertained. He thought about Iris, that date had gone pretty well actually.
OMG!!! What was wrong with the sink??? Barry looked at the faucet spout.
The sight chilled him to his very bone. The water of the faucet was no longer moving! He fell, knocking the glass out of his hands. But the stopped moving midair wants it left his hands.
OH MY GOD!!! Barry ran out of his small ‘house’ and slammed the door behind him, which to his absolute terror did not make a sound.
Horrified Barry ran, ran faster than he thought he could, EVER! He ran, past his best friend’s house, his high school, and the National Bank, he kept running, faster and faster, he heard an explosion behind him, but he kept running. Faster, faster and he started seeing red streaks. The streaks started to encompass his whole being. Barry closed his eyes, now running impossibly fast.
His eyes opened, he no longer saw any of the landmarks of the plane he previously occupied. In place of his world, his city, was a barren red landscape, with golden bolts of lightning on the space that was recognized as the ground in this strange place. Barry yelled, then started talking to himself,
“What did you do this time Barry?”
He thought of everything, his life. Everything gone. His mother had once told him something,
“This life is only worth living when you remember those who make it worth existing.”
Barry thought of his life, he had no living relatives, he had no one. Barry started crying, he balled like the puddle that he had become.
Highway 89, Central City
“Damn Cops!!!”
Cold yelled out the window as he angled his gun arm out the window. It didn’t have to come to this, they could have just allowed him to leave the bank with the money.
But no! That guard had to be the hero, then Cold shot him and took a hostage, getting away only to have the car get shot. Placing Leonard Snart in his current pickle.
Cold blasted the street with his Ice-Gun, causing the asphalt to become slick and cold. Several Police cars collided on the slippery terrain while Cold laughed. This was why he did what he did, for the THRILLS.
Captain Cold stopped momentarily and left the woman he had been temporarily using as a shield lying next to the road. Cold sped off to his secret base of operations.
Unknown Location
Barry sat there. Crying. Balling his eyes out. What was the meaning of his poor mother’s words,
“This life is only worth living when you remember those who make it worth existing.”
He didn’t have anyone. He had one sole person that he knew, James Forrest. James was just a friend, nothing more.
What was he to do? Maybe he would die in this strange place…
No, he wouldn’t die, he couldn’t die, he thought about the people who had left their mark in his life. James certainly had, but that wasn’t what his mother had meant.
His parents had left deep lines scars in Barry’s life. His mother was murdered while his dad was convicted of the crime. Barry was nine years old. He thought of his mother, and how he knew his dad would never hurt her.
“MY DAD WOULD NEVER HURT ANYBODY!”
Barry cried out to the swirling red all around him. Barry concentrated on his mother, and her tombstone. That case was closed, nobody was going to try to prove his father innocent, that was his burden.
Barry concentrated on his mother’s grave. He closed his eyes, still concentrating, and when he opened them he was at the cemetery.
Barry started to pray. He strode out of the cemetery to get back onto a main road and flag a ride down.
Barry waited, and waited and waited. He waited about an hour. Barry finally saw a small black sedan. Barry waved his arms in every direction.
As the car went by the driver flipped Barry off and swerved into the puddle next to the poor guy, splashing him with a tidal wave of filth. Barry was mad now.
He chased after the car at an astounding rate, only to realize that there were Police cars following suit. He was moving at about 80mph, he had caught up with the car, and was keeping pace with it.
Inside the Sedan
Captain Cold spotted the man running next to his car just then,
“Holy s***!”
Then Cold spotted the man’s odd getup, well not really odd compared to mine.
Maybe he just wanted a share. Yeah. Yeah Right, Cold swerved into him, in an attempt to scare him off, not in the mood for a steroided up track star. The scarlet speedster then jumped onto the roof of the sedan and balanced precariously on the moving vehicle for a moment before regaining his balance.
With the cops in pursuit Captain Cold swerved side to side, still trying to no avail to get the man off of his car.
On the Roof of the Sedan
Barry Allen suddenly realized that he was wearing a red uniform of some kind, some kind of spandex/rubber material that also seemed sturdy and flexible at the same time. His red gloved hands shook in anger as he failed to get inside the car to stop the bank robber. Suddenly, like when he first entered the red dimension, he started shaking.
Barry shook faster and faster, vibrations coursing through his whole body. Barry’s vision became oppressed by scarlet light, and he suddenly felt…
Smaller.
He felt more in tune with his own body. He felt every single movement from the breakneck speeds emanating from his entire being. Immediately Barry closed his eyes to try to control himself. To ground out the shaking.
He stopped abruptly. The shaking stopped and he opened his eyes.
Cold screamed,
“S***!!!”
Snart Enterprises
Roscoe Dillon had finally created the machine that would end his constant abuse.
Throughout his entire life Roscoe Dillon’s genius was overlooked and he was taunted for his love of tops.
My father, Manuel Lago, Barry Allen, Leonard Snart, they would all regret their disrespect toward MY GENIUS.
He remembered all of it. Roscoe was always bullied, the only person he could turn to was his best friend, his own mother. Mostly because he and Leonard Snart had become enemies fast when Roscoe or Rossie as his mother had called him, moved from Keystone City to it’s more financially stable counterpart, Central City.
It all started during the first day of Fifth Grade, I had just got there and Manuel Lago was poking my neck. He occupied these pokes with verbal jabs. Snart saw this and told him to stop, I was completely grateful of course. We were best friends for about a week, then he asked me what Manuel was making fun of me about.
Snart would never, ever make fun of him again. Nor would anyone. Roscoe pulled out his tops, his green one, his blue one, and his red one. Roscoe had designed each one for a very specific purpose.
He knew that ‘Captain Cold’ would figure it out, but he had plans for him.
For the Top this was personal.
Cold’s Sedan
Somehow that guy had gotten into his car! How??? Well, looks like I’ve got myself a hostage, Cold grinned, this could be fun.