*** #TwistFateChallenge FINALIST***
Based on The CW's "The Flash."
Eddie loves Iris so much that he would do anything.
Anything.
Even exchange his goodness...for evilness.
I gingerly trace the delicate, bronze-coloured designs on the rough, black metallic gun which stretched out from the end to the tip of the hole.
This gun makes me who I am now.
This gun gives me hope, hope to find her.
Iris.
The night she disappeared, it broke my heart.
I came home after visiting a crime scene out in the heart of Central City. I was expecting Iris to be home before me since she got off from work as a journalist earlier than I did.
"Hey, Iris," I piped in, clamouring into my house with a grin on my face. I land my eyes on the empty living room, where she would usually be in. "Iris?"
I sauntered deeper into the room with uncertainty rising in me. She was not in the living room, she was not in the kitchen. I furrowed my eyebrows with trepidation rushing inside me. "Iris..?!"
I hastily searched my whole house from down in the basement to even up high in the attic. I then called her work, but no one answered, since the building was closed.
"Oh man, now what...?" I mutter to myself, pacing back and forth in the living room. Then another option came into mind: "Barry," I breathed out. I then gazed back down at my phone and dialled up Iris's step-brother's number.
Once Barry arrived in his Flash suit, I urged him to go looking for her throughout all of Central City.
He zoomed out from my house in a flash, leaving a trail of bright yellow lighting behind.
A few moments later of tense anxiety, he skidded back into my house.
"Did you find her?" I gasped with wide eyes.
"No--" Barry shook his head with pursed lips. "I couldn't find her."
"Again," I told him gruffly. "Try again."
Without saying a word, Barry adjusted his red mask and streaked out of my house.
I stared longingly at the opened doorway, my vision lost in the dark neighbourhood. Find Iris, find her, please find her...
Barry then appeared back into my house, gasping and breathing hard for air.
"I can't--" He forces out, leaning over to place his hands on his knees. "I couldn't find her anywhere..."
"How?" I felt a tangled feeling of anxiety and ire rising in me as I glue my eyes on him. "How could you not? She couldn't disappear like that--!"
