"Wait!" He called out out, "Who are you?"
"You don't remember this symbol, Red?" I asked as I pointed at the symbol on my arm. I smirked as I thought of my fitting name, "My name is Shadoe. And I've been here longer than you have, Flash, so don't yo...
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"Who is that guy and what is he so proud of? So he caught a mugger." Complained Iris. She was acting as if she was pissed off but I know her better. She was totally checking him out!
"He's a transfer from Keystone. Started a few weeks ago. Eddie Thawne." replied Barry, as he stuck yet another tissue upon his bleeding nose. Thawne... that name's annoyingly familiar...
"Oooh, that's Detective 'Pretty Boy'," muttered Iris, with recognition. Okay not that kind of familiar.
"Pretty Boy?!?!" I echoed, while Barry raised a brow, asking a silent question. Iris realised what she said,
"Uh, that's what my dad calls him. Says he actually keeps a score when it comes to arrests," she rolled her eyes. Thinking that no one was looking, she looked over at Thawne again,
"He is pretty, though," I noticed Barry lowering his head to look at his hands in defeat. I thought to tease Iris about her new crush but realised it would too mean in front of Barry.
Suddenly, Iris asked me the question I was waiting for,
"Hey. Where'd you learn those sweet moves, Avery? It's almost as if you're a professional. Waiiiit, are you?"
I scoffed,
"I wish," I didn't exactly lie now, did I? Barry gave me a glance. I knew what he was thinking.
"But seriously though, where'd you get them?"
"Oh, you know, I learnt some things in my travels." No lie.
~
After the police let us go, seeing as it was too late to go back to STAR Labs, Barry went back to his own lab. I decided to get him some hot cocoa from Jitters, after seeing how down he was, what with missing the launch and his 'girl-problem' and all.
After seeing the brutal weather outside, I decided to get it from the machine at CCPD.
Barry's lab floor was flooded as I walked in,
"Here you go. Your favourite hot cocoa just warm with marshmallows," I said as I squelched in. Barry was looking at a board of some sort. It seemed that I took him by surprise, because as I walked in he hurriedly attempted to cover all the old newspaper clippings and writing. Just before he covered it, I caught a glimpse of Nora and Henry Allen; Barry's parents. And also Christopher and Leah Marie Davis; my parents.
That's what he was doing. What he's been doing for the past fourteen years; looking for our parents' real killer. You see, fourteen years ago, our parents were murdered by something out of the ordinary. They were murdered by a man in a ball of lightning, and his dad was framed for it his mom's murder. Of course, no one believed the eleven year old at the time. They said it was just his imagination and him trying to comprehend what had happened to his mom, and a preteen trying to comprehend both her mom's and dad's death. That was my sister, she had witnessed everything too.
I believed them, I did, but it wasn't until after what happened to me, it really hit that what happened to them was serious.
I set the carbon cup carrier down and sighed. This guy never gave up. Unfortunately, Barry took the sigh the wrong way,
"You don't believe me, do you?" He asked.
"Of course I believe you, Al. I've always believed you. It's just that I didn't know you're still looking for him. Any luck?" I asked sympathetically. It was his turn to sigh. He ran a hand through his hair,
"No," through that one word, I could tell how he was feeling; he was desperate. He missed his dad. He would do anything to bail him out.
"We are now being told to evacuate Star Labs," the reporter on the news shouted through the storm. Suddenly, the lab started flooding even more. Barry went to the chain so as to close the sky light. Suddenly, all the liquid chemicals on the shelves began to float. Weird. But for some reason, they looked familiar. The chain was metal. I could see where this was going.
I ran toward Barry as he started to pull the chain. I was too late, but I couldn't stop my momentum. I was gonna crash into him.
As I ran to pull him away, I got hit and we both flew the opposite way. We both crashed into Barry's shelves of chemicals on either side of the room. The last thing I felt before I fell unconscious was freedom.
That's ironic. I felt freedom just before I was trapped in a coma.
