❝ IT'S NOT TOO
LATE TO, TOO
LATE TO SAVE
YOU. ❞
The moment Violett Hale heard Barry Allen's voice, she knew she was in trouble. She tried, but she couldn't resist the mellifluous sound coming through h...
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twenty seven | crossfire—stephen
When I return, I find a very different scenario inside the old factory. There is a strange calm wavering in the air and Savitar has changed into his armour, a total give away that the moment has come. I feel my stomach dropping with anticipation and it's not the good kind of anticipation when he tells me to get ready. Granted, I have prepared for a battle before, more violent, more grotesque than this one, I've done it more times than I can count, but never have I felt so nervous and this time I'm not even killing anyone, well, anyone but Savitar. These are my friends and knowing that they could be dead in fifteen minutes is petrifying. If that were to happen, may god have mercy on their killer because I won't.
Then, a series of orders follow. The speedster orders me to leave for the park where the execution will take place after kindly reminding me to wait until he gives me the signal to kill every single member of Team Flash after Iris West's life pours out of her body; I'm told to make sure Barry sees everything and Savitar makes very clear that I don't kill the Flash, for he wants to do it himself. As for Killer Frost's orders, she's already left for the woods where she'll fight against Vibe, like the god of speed's prophecy said.
"Tonight, we become gods," he tells me.
I nod at him whilst smiling and turning around, meeting H.R. Wells's eyes, both sharing a subtle nod, hoping, wishing, praying with every fibre in our bodies to survive tonight. Make no mistake; I keep reciting the words as I walk away, commanding my cowl to materialize over my face before hastening into the cold air that wraps Central City and to the lonely and dreary park. The flashing icy air caresses my face as I run and my chest can't help but fill by a hollowness I'm way too familiar when I think of two things: this ends tonight and so does my time here. I don't want the latter to happen. I won't see this people ever again and I don't want that. Being a Guardian is a lonely road and I'm getting fed up with it. I want to stay here, I really do.
"But you can't," I mumble to myself.
With my heart starting to weigh in my chest, my feet carry me to a stop on the park steps. My sudden yet expected arrival causing everyone's attention to be drawn from what they're doing. Barry stands on the moist grass, the white emblem on his chest standing out now more than ever from the dark leather that hugs his slender frame; he looks at me and I don't miss the unmistakable flicker or hurt in his eyes as he squares his shoulders and straightens his posture, barely concealing all his hurt behind a mask of indifference. I can't stay quiet, otherwise I'll end up spilling my guts to him.
"Ready to finally put an end to this, Flash?" I sputter, a faint scowl painted on my face; I do want to know, I want to know if he is ready to take Savitar down tonight. He doesn't reply for a moment and I place my hands over my hips, craning my neck to see Joe West on the rooftop behind me.
