All The Time in the World [1] // the flash

Prologue

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A man sat in a chair in the middle of a musty basement room. Knives, hammers, drills, and other sharp and dangerous instruments sat on a tray in front of him. The man in the chair was named Mr. Levi and the tools on the tray were covered in his blood.

Mr. Levi sat in a plastic chair, his arms bound behind his back. His hung from exhaustion and his eyes were closed. Blood stained his button down shirt and had many slashes and holes from the sharp instruments used to torture him.

The metal door opened behind him and a dark figure walked in. The door closed with a click and the sound of shoes patting on the concrete floor echoed throughout the room.

The figure walked in front of a bloody and exhausted Mr. Levi and smirked. "Are you ready to answer my questions? Because I really need to be somewhere in about an hour."

When no response came from Mr. Levi the figure bent down and snapped in his face, "Hey, mr. mob man. Answer me."

Slowly, Mr. Levi lifted his head and glared at the figure, pure hate and terror filled his eyes. The figure smirked, "There are those black orbs." Mr. Levi sneered through the gag as the figure let out a chuckle.

"You can growl and glare at me all you want. The only thing that will help you if you give me the names of the men who robbed and destroyed the Della Monica Mansion." The figure picked up a scalpel from the tray and bent down so they were eye level with him.

Mr. Levi furiously shook his head and the figure sighed, "Have it your way." Mr. Levi's left sleeve was rolled up and his screams echoed through the room as the scalpel cut his skin again.
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The corpse of Mr. Levi sat limp in the metal chair. His torturer finally got the info they needed.

Gasoline covered the dead body and floor. The figure placed the half empty gas carton next to the corpse and took a few steps back. A small smile tugged at her lips as she examined her handy work. "And it only took me 15 hours. New record."

She pulled a small packet of matches out of the back pocket of her ripped and faded jeans and opened it. She took a match out and closed the packet. She went to light it, but stopped.

She looked back at the corpse sitting in the puddle of gasoline and noticed the gold ring that sat on his finger. "A wedding ring. The bastard was married," She muttered, "who would of thought..."

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the fact that she could of been in that chair. Mr. Levi had people he cared about, loved. She didn't. He died protecting his family. She vaguely remembered in between the begging and screaming he pleaded for her not to hurt the ones he loves. Ahe thought back to the ones she loved. The ones she left behind, tried to erase from her memory even. She could never see them again, for this reason exactly. It was best if she stayed with only her screaming victims and own mind to keep her company.

The small smile returned on her lips and she swiped the match, lighting it. She flicked it on the ground and watched as the flames rose high. They licked the floor and the corpse. She turned around and walked away, not looking back.

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Hi guys! So I thought I would try writing a The Flash fanfiction. Hopefully this won't be as bad as I predict it to be.