Post by neonpheonix on Dec 28, 2013 8:35:26 GMT -5
The Flash the Beginning Part. 3
Roscoe Dillon’s Home
Captain Cold would pay for the indignity that Roscoe had been forced to suffer. So would, Manuel Lago. Roscoe wanted Snart to know that he was coming, he wanted him to sweat. So Roscoe would kill Lago first, then he would kill Cold.
Through his genius, Roscoe would kill Manuel for ever ridiculing the Top!
Cold’s Sedan
Thought it was bullet riddled, Captain Cold’s car was built to last. Cold had even replaced the tire when he lost the cops. Leonard Snart didn’t like people beneath him thinking they were anything more than an ant beneath his boots. So he shot the man in red.
Not lethally, of course. Cold had plans for him. So, Leonard had frozen the speedster’s limbs to the backseat of his car, it probably hurt, Cold reasoned, but sacrifices had to be made.
“We going for a ride!”
Captain Cold spoke to the scarlet clad man with the voice of a five year-old.
The speedster groaned.
Manuel Lago’s Home
Roscoe Dillon, according to himself would forever be known as, The Top.
Wearing a tight green uniform that covered both Roscoe’s thin chest and his legs. Hidden within the yellow stripes of Roscoe’s uniform wear tiny turbines, which when activated caused the Top to spin at very high speeds. This would usually cause vertigo, but with Roscoe’s visor he would not feel the effects of spinning and he would be able to see straight while spinning. Roscoe had blueprints for other weapons, however he did not have the proper funding for such projects.
As Roscoe entered Manuel’s silent and dark home, Roscoe stopped. What is that sound? Roscoe thought, when suddenly he realized, as the fierce looking canine rushed at him with a ferocity known only to those with loyalty, defending their friends.
He kicked the huge Rottweiler, to no affect and the dog jumped onto Roscoe. As Roscoe struggled with the animal, he thought, I am the Top, no lowly dog can best me!
With his right arm he pushed at the dog’s throat keeping the biting jaws away from Top’s face, while with his left arm, Top pushed the button on his belt.
Roscoe Dillon would have shied away from such fearsome animals, but Roscoe wasn’t there. The only man there was the Top. And the Top never backed down.
The Top did what he would always do from then on when he was met with opposition, he spun. In the micro-second it took for the belt buckle to send the signal that Top needed to spin, the circuitry in his suit did it’s work and Top spun.
No one tops the Top! Nobody! Not some dog! Not Captain Cold! Never again will anyone try to sidestep my GENIUS!
Top had grabbed the dog off of him and held him in both hands. He could have easily killed the pooch, but the dog had p***** him off, and that was not a good idea.
So with his arms outstretched and the dog in his hands, Top spun at speeds that were almost reaching the point of ripping dog and man apart.
The Top than threw the limp animal that had passed out a while ago. This toss contained about the speed of sound through momentum, forcing the dog to shatter the glass screen door and break into the house.
The Top rubbed invisible dust off of his hands and walked into the house through the broken door and stepped over the glass debris that covered the floor all the way to the stairs leading to Manuel’s room. The Top knew that Manuel would wake up from the commotion even though it was nearly 10:00 in the evening.
Manuel looked basically the same as he had in 2nd grade, except he currently had a blonde goatee, and was a bit taller. Manuel came down from the stairs holding a very underwhelming baseball bat, preparing for conflict. Manuel looked at the body of his dog, and said,
“Oh Charlie! What happened?”
Manuel walked into his living room, a mistake he would not live long enough to regret.
Captain Cold’s Secret Base
Leonard Snart had promised himself that when he took on the super villain persona of Captain Cold that he would never release his secret identity to the public. So as Captain Cold he slapped the “Red Racer” as he began to call him,
“Get up!”
The Red Racer woke up,
“Whaaa?”
Cold wasn’t pleased and growled at him,
“I said get up! Look around, can you guess where we are?”
The Red Racer did look around, with fear plastered onto his masked face, with his voice trembling he spoke,
“Where…”
Cold jumped to the punch line as quickly as he could,
“Well, Mister… ahhhh. Alright we’ll have to skip that bit for a while. First the greetings, my name is Captain Cold. What’s your name?”
“My name, is…”
Suddenly the Red Racer seemed even more ill at ease.
Central City News
“Well, folks it’s my first day on the job and crikey it’s sure been a blast!”
George Harkness said into the microphone of the news room. This was his first job since he moved from Australia and he was having a blast.
It was close to the end of the broadcasting day when the Assignment Editor rushed right in front of the camera.
“Breaking news! There has been a brutal murder, it is thought to be a robbery gone wrong when the presumed killer broke into police morgue and defaced the body, writing ‘Your next Snart!’”
Harkness grew scarlet with rage, this was his job, his time to shine! And this bozo was trying to take that away from him. During his time with the Australian Federal Police he had been part of a secret experiment by the Australian government which involved a ‘super steroid’ this made him twice as intelligent, agile, and strong, but it also created a type of split-personality. While normally Mr. Harkness would be mild-mannered and calm, but this other man, who called himself Captain Boomerang was easily enraged. Unbeknownst to anyone in the room or watching the screen, Captain Boomerang was a reference to the experiment done by the government which then used Boomerang like a missile, shooting him at bad guys who he easily killed with archaic weapons like his trademark boomerangs.
And this poor sucker let Boomerang out.
Captain Boomerang leapt from his seated position and knocked the editor out from his chair and latched his huge hands onto his throat.
“This is my gig smart guy, and no one interrupts me!”
Boomerang pounded his face, over and over again until two of the terrified camera men tackled him, only to be killed with a piece of wood that looked oddly like a, a boomerang.
Boomerang dove onto his previous prey, and drove the boomerang deep into his chest. The man died fast enough.
Suddenly George Harkness gained control of his body,
“S***! Not again!”
George jumped straight through the window of the news station and into the street, two stories below. He grabbed onto a flag sticking out of the side of the building and swung himself onto a bush, George got a few scratches but was otherwise fine.
Captain Cold’s Secret Base
Without warning steel door that guarded the door smashed into the wall opposite to it. A man in green strode in,
“Hey everybody what did I miss?”
Captain Cold ran towards Barry and whispered to him,
“If you get me out of this, I promise to let you out!”
Barry nodded, and Cold typed out a sequence of keys on the laptop computer next to Barry’s holding cell.
Barry plowed right into the green suited man, knocking him down.
Barry strode over to Cold’s desk who’s mouth was gaping open in awe of the speedster’s feat. Barry grabbed a pair of custom hand-cuffs lying on the desk and walked over to the man lying on the ground, flipped him over and cuffed him.
Barry started to make his way over to Captain Cold saying,
“Now it’s your turn, unless you want to get beat too!”
From behind him the man in green got up, growling at the man in red,
“No one tops the Top!”
He used his belt to stabilize his vision and used it’s other unique feature, and spun faster than the speed of sound. From behind all Barry could hear was the sound of a turbine spinning, but he could see Cold pointing behind him and Barry instinctively jumped out of the way of the psychopathic whirlwind.
The Top wasn’t done yet, he plowed into Cold’s empty desk which had been quickly evacuated when the Barry had fled. Papers, money and several regular pistols flung into the air as the spinning man used his gadgetry to perfection.
Cold grabbed his signature pistols as he lye next to Barry and grabbed his jacket,
“Listen to me, you distract him while I shoot him, k?”
Barry frowned but Cold answered his silent question,
“No not to kill him, just freeze and contain him until the police arrive.”
Somehow Barry doubted that that was the full extent of Cold’s plan.
Central City Police Department
“Barry has been missing for close to 24 hours now Patty, we need to find some evidence!”
James yelled at his best friend’s secretary who was proving less than useless to James’ cause.
“I’m going to go talk to Dolan!”
James stomped into the Police Commissioner’s office, his employer was busy talking to someone,
“No, I still don’t know who did it sir. I’ve got my best men on it.”
James grimaced as the Commissioner nodded at the police man, Captain Darryl Frye. Frye was notorious for being dirty, he would put two in your back for twenty bucks. He was allegedly next in line to be Commissioner, knowing the possibility of that pompous ass becoming even more full of himself nearly made James gag.
Frye left the room, making James relax a little. The Commissioner seemed to notice James for the first time since he had entered the room,
“What is it Forrest? I’m kinda busy, with Captain Cold on the loose, a serial killer running around, and that one crazy newscaster my hands can’t get much fuller.”
James was abnormally serious, and it was odd to see him serious at all,
“Sir, I think you should think about Barry.”
Commissioner Dolan started laughing,
“Barry, Barry? He’s probably just turned his phone off and is sitting in a lawn chair while we pick up his slack.”
The phone rang suddenly, and Dolan shooed James out of his room. James looked at the old cop, his face had become unhealthily pale.
James left and shut the door behind him, and flipped the Commissioner the bird from behind the door.
Dolan’s Office
If James had stayed a second longer he could have heard the Commissioner accept the terms of a kidnapper who had taken his wife hostage for a ransom of 500,000 dollars and Dolan to retire.
Not having the manpower for a full investigation he had followed the captor’s conditions to a t.
Dolan had been a cop far too long to be optimistic. The kidnappers would probably take the money from him, than kill him and his wife. Not necessarily in that order. Dolan thought to himself, as soon as Allen gets back, I’m gonna retire. Then, I’m gonna give the bastards all the hell I can.
Captain Cold’s Base
“Alright, go get him!”
Captain Cold yelled at the speedster.
This could be interesting, thought Cold, who was sitting back and watching the combatants have at it.
The Red Racer can dodge every blow from Roscoe but when The Top lands a blow, me and the Racer are screwed.
Roscoe finally got a lucky blow in and pounded the Racer. Fist after fist tenderized the Racer’s chest until Roscoe gave him a malicious uppercut. Cold finally decided to shoot him when the Top was about to deliver the final blow with a vibrating hand through the speedster’s brain.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The shots echoed through the cave like structure as the Top’s feet were frozen into place, Roscoe laughed,
“Ha! You are such an idiot you didn’t realize I can still spin as long as I have my belt!”
The Red Racer hit the Top like a pickup truck and knocked him to the ground, taking his precious belt, Top screamed,
“NOOOOO! You cannot deny me my vengeance! Kill me now! Do it and you won’t have to suffer my fury!”
The Red Racer shrugged,
“I’ll worry about that later.”
The Top was even more angry now,
“I will find you! You will beg for mercy at the hands of the Top!”
The speedster punched him in the face, knocking him out.
The Red Racer turned toward Captain Cold only to be hit with the butt of a rifle, knocking him out cold as well.
Cold knelt over his unconscious body and did one last thing…
Captain Cold’s Lair
Captain Frye was doing his first super villain cleanup and it sure wasn’t going to be his last.
To him, there were two baddies that he caught today, a guy in red and from the note written on his forehead, the Top a.k.a. murderer of Manuel Lago.
There had been a note written in red ink on the forehead of Top, and it was signed,
Sincerely, Captain Cold
Captain Cold was still at large, but this red guy was new. Captain Frye would have to take him in for questioning, this is guaranteed to put my straight into the Commissioner’s office. Super villains always look good on résumés.
Roscoe Dillon’s Home
Captain Cold would pay for the indignity that Roscoe had been forced to suffer. So would, Manuel Lago. Roscoe wanted Snart to know that he was coming, he wanted him to sweat. So Roscoe would kill Lago first, then he would kill Cold.
Through his genius, Roscoe would kill Manuel for ever ridiculing the Top!
Cold’s Sedan
Thought it was bullet riddled, Captain Cold’s car was built to last. Cold had even replaced the tire when he lost the cops. Leonard Snart didn’t like people beneath him thinking they were anything more than an ant beneath his boots. So he shot the man in red.
Not lethally, of course. Cold had plans for him. So, Leonard had frozen the speedster’s limbs to the backseat of his car, it probably hurt, Cold reasoned, but sacrifices had to be made.
“We going for a ride!”
Captain Cold spoke to the scarlet clad man with the voice of a five year-old.
The speedster groaned.
Manuel Lago’s Home
Roscoe Dillon, according to himself would forever be known as, The Top.
Wearing a tight green uniform that covered both Roscoe’s thin chest and his legs. Hidden within the yellow stripes of Roscoe’s uniform wear tiny turbines, which when activated caused the Top to spin at very high speeds. This would usually cause vertigo, but with Roscoe’s visor he would not feel the effects of spinning and he would be able to see straight while spinning. Roscoe had blueprints for other weapons, however he did not have the proper funding for such projects.
As Roscoe entered Manuel’s silent and dark home, Roscoe stopped. What is that sound? Roscoe thought, when suddenly he realized, as the fierce looking canine rushed at him with a ferocity known only to those with loyalty, defending their friends.
He kicked the huge Rottweiler, to no affect and the dog jumped onto Roscoe. As Roscoe struggled with the animal, he thought, I am the Top, no lowly dog can best me!
With his right arm he pushed at the dog’s throat keeping the biting jaws away from Top’s face, while with his left arm, Top pushed the button on his belt.
Roscoe Dillon would have shied away from such fearsome animals, but Roscoe wasn’t there. The only man there was the Top. And the Top never backed down.
The Top did what he would always do from then on when he was met with opposition, he spun. In the micro-second it took for the belt buckle to send the signal that Top needed to spin, the circuitry in his suit did it’s work and Top spun.
No one tops the Top! Nobody! Not some dog! Not Captain Cold! Never again will anyone try to sidestep my GENIUS!
Top had grabbed the dog off of him and held him in both hands. He could have easily killed the pooch, but the dog had p***** him off, and that was not a good idea.
So with his arms outstretched and the dog in his hands, Top spun at speeds that were almost reaching the point of ripping dog and man apart.
The Top than threw the limp animal that had passed out a while ago. This toss contained about the speed of sound through momentum, forcing the dog to shatter the glass screen door and break into the house.
The Top rubbed invisible dust off of his hands and walked into the house through the broken door and stepped over the glass debris that covered the floor all the way to the stairs leading to Manuel’s room. The Top knew that Manuel would wake up from the commotion even though it was nearly 10:00 in the evening.
Manuel looked basically the same as he had in 2nd grade, except he currently had a blonde goatee, and was a bit taller. Manuel came down from the stairs holding a very underwhelming baseball bat, preparing for conflict. Manuel looked at the body of his dog, and said,
“Oh Charlie! What happened?”
Manuel walked into his living room, a mistake he would not live long enough to regret.
Captain Cold’s Secret Base
Leonard Snart had promised himself that when he took on the super villain persona of Captain Cold that he would never release his secret identity to the public. So as Captain Cold he slapped the “Red Racer” as he began to call him,
“Get up!”
The Red Racer woke up,
“Whaaa?”
Cold wasn’t pleased and growled at him,
“I said get up! Look around, can you guess where we are?”
The Red Racer did look around, with fear plastered onto his masked face, with his voice trembling he spoke,
“Where…”
Cold jumped to the punch line as quickly as he could,
“Well, Mister… ahhhh. Alright we’ll have to skip that bit for a while. First the greetings, my name is Captain Cold. What’s your name?”
“My name, is…”
Suddenly the Red Racer seemed even more ill at ease.
Central City News
“Well, folks it’s my first day on the job and crikey it’s sure been a blast!”
George Harkness said into the microphone of the news room. This was his first job since he moved from Australia and he was having a blast.
It was close to the end of the broadcasting day when the Assignment Editor rushed right in front of the camera.
“Breaking news! There has been a brutal murder, it is thought to be a robbery gone wrong when the presumed killer broke into police morgue and defaced the body, writing ‘Your next Snart!’”
Harkness grew scarlet with rage, this was his job, his time to shine! And this bozo was trying to take that away from him. During his time with the Australian Federal Police he had been part of a secret experiment by the Australian government which involved a ‘super steroid’ this made him twice as intelligent, agile, and strong, but it also created a type of split-personality. While normally Mr. Harkness would be mild-mannered and calm, but this other man, who called himself Captain Boomerang was easily enraged. Unbeknownst to anyone in the room or watching the screen, Captain Boomerang was a reference to the experiment done by the government which then used Boomerang like a missile, shooting him at bad guys who he easily killed with archaic weapons like his trademark boomerangs.
And this poor sucker let Boomerang out.
Captain Boomerang leapt from his seated position and knocked the editor out from his chair and latched his huge hands onto his throat.
“This is my gig smart guy, and no one interrupts me!”
Boomerang pounded his face, over and over again until two of the terrified camera men tackled him, only to be killed with a piece of wood that looked oddly like a, a boomerang.
Boomerang dove onto his previous prey, and drove the boomerang deep into his chest. The man died fast enough.
Suddenly George Harkness gained control of his body,
“S***! Not again!”
George jumped straight through the window of the news station and into the street, two stories below. He grabbed onto a flag sticking out of the side of the building and swung himself onto a bush, George got a few scratches but was otherwise fine.
Captain Cold’s Secret Base
Without warning steel door that guarded the door smashed into the wall opposite to it. A man in green strode in,
“Hey everybody what did I miss?”
Captain Cold ran towards Barry and whispered to him,
“If you get me out of this, I promise to let you out!”
Barry nodded, and Cold typed out a sequence of keys on the laptop computer next to Barry’s holding cell.
Barry plowed right into the green suited man, knocking him down.
Barry strode over to Cold’s desk who’s mouth was gaping open in awe of the speedster’s feat. Barry grabbed a pair of custom hand-cuffs lying on the desk and walked over to the man lying on the ground, flipped him over and cuffed him.
Barry started to make his way over to Captain Cold saying,
“Now it’s your turn, unless you want to get beat too!”
From behind him the man in green got up, growling at the man in red,
“No one tops the Top!”
He used his belt to stabilize his vision and used it’s other unique feature, and spun faster than the speed of sound. From behind all Barry could hear was the sound of a turbine spinning, but he could see Cold pointing behind him and Barry instinctively jumped out of the way of the psychopathic whirlwind.
The Top wasn’t done yet, he plowed into Cold’s empty desk which had been quickly evacuated when the Barry had fled. Papers, money and several regular pistols flung into the air as the spinning man used his gadgetry to perfection.
Cold grabbed his signature pistols as he lye next to Barry and grabbed his jacket,
“Listen to me, you distract him while I shoot him, k?”
Barry frowned but Cold answered his silent question,
“No not to kill him, just freeze and contain him until the police arrive.”
Somehow Barry doubted that that was the full extent of Cold’s plan.
Central City Police Department
“Barry has been missing for close to 24 hours now Patty, we need to find some evidence!”
James yelled at his best friend’s secretary who was proving less than useless to James’ cause.
“I’m going to go talk to Dolan!”
James stomped into the Police Commissioner’s office, his employer was busy talking to someone,
“No, I still don’t know who did it sir. I’ve got my best men on it.”
James grimaced as the Commissioner nodded at the police man, Captain Darryl Frye. Frye was notorious for being dirty, he would put two in your back for twenty bucks. He was allegedly next in line to be Commissioner, knowing the possibility of that pompous ass becoming even more full of himself nearly made James gag.
Frye left the room, making James relax a little. The Commissioner seemed to notice James for the first time since he had entered the room,
“What is it Forrest? I’m kinda busy, with Captain Cold on the loose, a serial killer running around, and that one crazy newscaster my hands can’t get much fuller.”
James was abnormally serious, and it was odd to see him serious at all,
“Sir, I think you should think about Barry.”
Commissioner Dolan started laughing,
“Barry, Barry? He’s probably just turned his phone off and is sitting in a lawn chair while we pick up his slack.”
The phone rang suddenly, and Dolan shooed James out of his room. James looked at the old cop, his face had become unhealthily pale.
James left and shut the door behind him, and flipped the Commissioner the bird from behind the door.
Dolan’s Office
If James had stayed a second longer he could have heard the Commissioner accept the terms of a kidnapper who had taken his wife hostage for a ransom of 500,000 dollars and Dolan to retire.
Not having the manpower for a full investigation he had followed the captor’s conditions to a t.
Dolan had been a cop far too long to be optimistic. The kidnappers would probably take the money from him, than kill him and his wife. Not necessarily in that order. Dolan thought to himself, as soon as Allen gets back, I’m gonna retire. Then, I’m gonna give the bastards all the hell I can.
Captain Cold’s Base
“Alright, go get him!”
Captain Cold yelled at the speedster.
This could be interesting, thought Cold, who was sitting back and watching the combatants have at it.
The Red Racer can dodge every blow from Roscoe but when The Top lands a blow, me and the Racer are screwed.
Roscoe finally got a lucky blow in and pounded the Racer. Fist after fist tenderized the Racer’s chest until Roscoe gave him a malicious uppercut. Cold finally decided to shoot him when the Top was about to deliver the final blow with a vibrating hand through the speedster’s brain.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The shots echoed through the cave like structure as the Top’s feet were frozen into place, Roscoe laughed,
“Ha! You are such an idiot you didn’t realize I can still spin as long as I have my belt!”
The Red Racer hit the Top like a pickup truck and knocked him to the ground, taking his precious belt, Top screamed,
“NOOOOO! You cannot deny me my vengeance! Kill me now! Do it and you won’t have to suffer my fury!”
The Red Racer shrugged,
“I’ll worry about that later.”
The Top was even more angry now,
“I will find you! You will beg for mercy at the hands of the Top!”
The speedster punched him in the face, knocking him out.
The Red Racer turned toward Captain Cold only to be hit with the butt of a rifle, knocking him out cold as well.
Cold knelt over his unconscious body and did one last thing…
Captain Cold’s Lair
Captain Frye was doing his first super villain cleanup and it sure wasn’t going to be his last.
To him, there were two baddies that he caught today, a guy in red and from the note written on his forehead, the Top a.k.a. murderer of Manuel Lago.
There had been a note written in red ink on the forehead of Top, and it was signed,
Sincerely, Captain Cold
Captain Cold was still at large, but this red guy was new. Captain Frye would have to take him in for questioning, this is guaranteed to put my straight into the Commissioner’s office. Super villains always look good on résumés.