In A Flash

Chapter 60

Megan's POV

It's been three days since Mason left. Three freaking days. Because of him, I don't trust anyone anymore. He's not coming back. Barry's not going to save me. He's not coming.

Because of Mason, I'm no longer myself. I hate everyone. I hate him most of all.

"I'm glad you had has the brains to join us," Blade brings me into her office and sits down on an old, grey sofa.

"Whatever. I have a few conditions, though," I bring out a crumbled sheet of paper from my pocket.

"Shoot."

"No more burnings or anything that has to do with torturing me and I'm not killing anyone."

"Okay. That's it?"

"No. I have one more. I'm only working with you if no harm comes to my fiancé." Just because Barry hasn't come and saved me, doesn't mean I don't love him. I'm glad he hasn't come. He doesn't need to be involved.

"Deal." Blade pulls something from beneath a cushion of the couch, and unfolds it. She smooths it out against the seat and motions me to come forward. "I need you to do something for me."

The large paper spread out before the couch was a map of the bank in Central City. It showed every object in each room, and the location of the safe was circled in green sharpie.

"I need you to take around half a million dollars from the bank's vault," she points to the circled object.

"What's the money for?"

"To pay for the explosives we're building for our plan to drown Central City. We're going to blow up the area near the coast so your tsunami will be more effective on the city."

"Ah," I nod my head. "When do you want me to go?"

"Around three in the morning."

It's currently eleven at night, so I'm not happy about this. "So I have to stay up until then? Do you not know how lack of sleep effects me?"

"Frankly, I do not care. Get the job done."

"Um, I don't know my way to Central City from here. You gave me knock out gas, remember?"

"I'll drive you there. We'll park a block or so away from the building and you need to be quick about it."

"So what am I supposed to where to this 'special occasion?'"

"You'll be wearing white," Blade stands up and walks to her desk. She opens a drawer and throws pure white clothes towards me.

"Um, do you have warpaint?" It's a weird question to ask, but hey, I want to dress the way I want to.

"No, but I have makeup."

"Give me a tube of black lipstick and eyeliner."

Blade groans in annoyance. "You're lucky I have extra."

"Oh! I also need black chalk and olive oil."
She sends me a questioning look in response, which prompts me to say, "I'll explain later."
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I quickly dress in the clothes Blade provided me. Which just happened to be pure white skinny jeans and a tight, strapless tank top. The strange thing is, the clothing was extremely comfy to wear. And really soft, too.

I smear Blade's pitch black lipstick on my thin lips. I also switch the lip piercing with a metal lip ring.

I ground the chalk into a powder and use my fingers to mix it with olive oil. Using a glass shard to see my reflection, I smudge the mixture onto my face, neck and arms. The black around my eye made my blue iris more noticeable. I almost used as much warpaint as CC from BVB uses.