Clarke was eventually persuaded to follow Cyanide, seeing as she was the only one who seemed to know what the hell was happening. She led the group into a large room; muttering just above incomprehensibility for the entire time.
'God knows... What monsters.'
'How many more.'
'I loved her.'
'Where did she go?'
'I miss her.'
Clarke put her hand on Cyanide's shoulder - and began to talk to her in low, calm tones.
'Sorry about earlier - I can really screw up someone's brain'
'Yup. I'm aware of that.' Cyanide hissed, shirking away from the friendly touch with a scowl and throwing a sai through what looked like some kind of generator.
The power in the Hydra base instantly gave up the ghost and died helpfully. Cell doors sliding open were audible all around, and the scuttle of feet swirled around them in the white mist.
'Go! Get weapons! Anything that you can find. We're taking this place down!' Yelled Cyanide to the rest of her group of escapees.
Cisco, Maddy and Clarke all moved off into the fog to find something to kill people with, while Cyanide surveyed them doing so like some sort of purple-haired hawk. She began to realise that she wasn't actually doing anything helpful when a flash of blood red attacked her from the smoke.
Kicking and writhing, she was dragged into the whiteout by an animalistic force. She managed to get a glimpse of her attacker. A ghoulish creature with purple and red slime slithering and morphing all over its body and oversized teeth glistening in anticipation of a still-breathing meal. In this split-second of distraction, Cyanide managed to reach for a sai blade on her belt and plunge it into the monster's face, jamming it up in between its lower jaw and tonsils. A spray of blackish blood flew out from the now-dying monster; and the slime retracted from the beast's flesh revealing a deceased human being.
Cyanide panted defensively as she sat over the body, blades barely wavering in her bloodied hands.
'I am the Shrike!' Declared a preposterous-looking villain stood in front of Clarke, Maddy and Cisco. Shrike wielded a medieval-looking helmet and a feathered cloak. He had a single long blade slicing forward from each wrist. Clarke took one look at her teammates and then closed her eyes and felt the air rush around her body. They hit up against her skin at unnatural speeds, and a tiny blade clicked in her fingers.
Shrike's last words had been his own stupid moniker; seeing as he didn't have time to say anything else since there was now a switchblade lodged in his ribs.
Cisco felt a rush of pure awe upon witnessing such an incredible force of nature. And then a bullet went through his skull.
