What is strength of will without the pain of perservance?
Barry Allen wasn't ready to die that faithful night he confronted the monster known as Zoom in front of his entire team and the rest of the Central City, but that didn't mean he wasn't willi...
"C'mon, Cisco, pick up," Iris thought, her right hand's grip momentarily leaving her silver sedan's leather-covered steering wheel in order to let another responseless message drop into the scientist's already overloaded inbox, a limit that would surely have been reached by now had there been one.
Her fingers seemed to tremble intensely under even the simple task of driving or texting on her phone, but that didn't in the slightest make the woman stammer as she instead opted to push past the nerve-racking fear which was threatening to force its way up her spine in favor of getting to her desired destination quicker. Well, at least for as long as one could considering the dire circumstances which had occurred only an hour prior, that is.
She didn't know which sight had been a worse one to see; The slick, black-suited, demonic-clawed monster known as Zoom or the immense lines of ruby red blood streaming down both of her best friend's cheeks as the creature held what looked like his motionless body up for everyone at Picture News to see. Even thinking about the scene brought another eerily cold wave of anxiety rushing down the back of her neck at just the mere thought of the terrifying speedster's ominous speech;
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"Look at your hero. This man is no God. He. Is. Nothing."
No, the woman's first thoughts of confusion weren't true in the slightest. Iris did know what had scared her the most in that very moment;
Seeing Barry in pain.
Zoom was holding him right there in front of me and I couldn't even do anything to help, to save him. And now, he could be really hurt or worse...and, and I didn't even get to tell him how much he means to me. No, I can't think like that because he's going to be fine. He has to be.
As Iris' absentminded attention shakily snapped back onto the concrete road which lay in front of her, she quickly noticed that the bustling streets of midnight Central City had been left behind in the wake of the large-casted shadow known as Team Flash's resident headquarters, S.T.A.R. Labs. Even in the pitch black darkness that covered the sky, the circular-framed structures' two pronged towers still stood just as tall as if the sun were at its peak brightness, its light reflected off of every glass panel that made up the entirety of the building's walls. The Lab's metal, disk-like base was partially shrouded by a small forest of leafy green trees (ones which Iris had only ever once seen anyone trimming up in the form of a bet Cisco lost with who they thought was Doctor Harrison Wells at the time), creating the perfect illusion that it was indeed an abandoned reminder of the city's worst disaster. Only, the reporter knew much better than to be deceived by such a notion.
