The Huntresses

Trajectory

(A span of time after the events of her episode)

Trajectory and Eliza Harmon glared at each other. For the first time since Trajectory's creation, Eliza was truly angry.

"This is all your fault!" Eliza snapped, her eyes narrowed, "You took it too far!"

Trajectory could see her now. Before, they had shared a body, Yin and Yang, two voices fighting for control. 

But that body had burned away, and they were all that was left. 

"You've been saying that since I was created," Trajectory said, smirking. Bringing her hands up to her face, she hissed, showing her teeth. She liked how Eliza flinched away from her; as if she were some wild beast. 

Eliza took a step back, wrapping her arms around herself. "I can't do this," she whimpered, "You shouldn't be here anymore. Not after The Flash."

Trajectory's smile stretched. "That would only be true if you didn't want me here. That's how it works, isn't it? I'd disappear if you truly wanted me gone. But you like having me around, don't you?"

Eliza blinked, but she didn't look at Trajectory.

Trajectory grinned, knowing she was right. Eliza wanted her around. She knew what she could do. Trajectory was the fun side, the speedster side, the strong side. 

Before, when Eliza had been the only voice in the body, she had been hurt constantly. Teasing, snide looks, bad press for her Laboratory... 

Not since Trajectory had happened. 

Now they could could tear through the city like a hurricane, sending things flying, breaking windows and popping tires. Anyone that looked down on them. Anyone who had ever treated Eliza like less than she was. They would make those people pay, and no one could ever catch them.

"You like being fast. You like revenge." 

"I do," Eliza finally managed to say, nodding, "I do want you around."

"That's what I thought," Trajectory said, "Finally you admit it. You're nothing without me." 

"We're still nothing," Eliza snapped. "Our body is gone." It had fallen away to nothing but atoms, burning in a burst of lighting... "That was the Velocity 9," she said, "That was you."

The Velocity 9 was the serum that had created Trajectory. It was an elixir that could make one fast, as fast as lighting. Eliza had been asked to help formulate it, but hadn't been told what it did. Eliza just hadn't expected Trajectory's creation. Two personalities, one body, and so much speed.

"And then the Flash happened," Trajectory snarled bitterly, "I did nothing." 

"This is his fault," Eliza agreed.

"It was the Flash, trying to play the hero. He chased us!" 

"He was following us. We had no choice," Eliza replied.

"He didn't have to chase us," Trajectory replied, smirking, "Of course we defended ourselves."

"Except he didn't stop," Eliza snapped. "The Flash deemed us a threat, just for knocking down a few buildings!"

"He schemed against us like we were criminals," Trajectory snarled. "He had the nerve to ask to help us. He wanted to help you get rid of me."

"You're all the help I'll ever need," Eliza gave her other half a fierce smile. She had said as much to the Flash before they had disintegrated. 

"If only our body had survived," she sighed.

As Eliza had run, the body that she and Trajectory had shared had been burned away by the Velocity 9 serum.

Her body had disintegrated.

But she hadn't died.

They had both ended up... somewhere. Somewhere bright that crackled with lightning. Trajectory called it the Speedforce, where their strength had come from in the first place.

Lightning, electricity, and a whole lot of nothing typically made up the Speedforce. So of course Trajectory was extremely shocked when she found the letter.