In a Flash

Chapter Nineteen: Prisoner 114

Cisco's Perspective:

   I wiped away sweat and grime from my forehead; I hadn't showered in weeks. Perks of being a prisoner, I guess. I lost track of time down here, in this cavernous dungeon in the depths of the Earth. Not a ray of sunshine penetrated these walls, deriving us prisoners of any shreds of hope. That's right. There's more prisoners. Most are just 'every day Joes' sent here because there unique aptitudes. And yes, I have run out of hope. For the first few days, my eyes searched for Barry's lightning emblem everywhere; I was completely faithful to the idea of my rescue. But that's all it was: a fantasy. 

   "Transfer Prisoner 114 to his resting chamber."

   I overheard the main orderly muffled command from behind his scribbled clip board. It was my calling name, P114. The name I was assigned when I first arrived. I waited patiently for my deserved reprieve.

    "P114," the burly man gave me a menacing snarl, as if he's never seen anything more vile and unsightly in his life. He stormed over to me and snatched my jumpsuit, digging his grubby claws into the thin fabric. I didn't dare to resist. He dragged me to a damp, rectangular cell and threw me onto the hard, twin bed. "Nighty-Night!" He gave me a devious smile, revealing his crooked fangs.

   Let's just say, I didn't sleep that night-or any night, for that matter. Under my eyes formed dark circles, the bags weighing down my eyelids. Then when the guards flipped on the bright fluorescent lights, my eyes would remain open, terrified in what the next day will bring. Death? Injury? Sickness? Torture? Only fate could tell.

  I saw a shadow creep across the entrance of my cell, and immediately skidded to the back wall. His green hoodie gave me all the clues I needed. My skull still stings from the blow he gave back in the cortex. It was my captor.

  "Afraid, Cisco?" he pouted, lowering his head to conceal his identity, "You probably should be." He gave a signal to his minions, then pointed at me. The hooded figures surrounded me, enclosing me from all sides. They carried me under my arms like I was some kind of nine-year-old heading towards the looming doom of a timeout. When we reached a dark room, they set me down.

   My pupils dilated, searching for light. Suddenly, a blinding light surrounded my vision. I covered my eyes and squinted. When, my vision focused, my captor stood inches always from my breath. He vibrated his face, his eyes glowing an emerald green*. 

   "Cisco, do one thing for me. One thing, then, I'll release you." his voice deepened, "After all, I am a man of my word."

  My curiosity was peaked; I had to know. "What? What one thing will reward me my freedom?"

  "All you have to do is design a weapon. A weapon to kill the Flash."

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*If speedsters vibrate their face and vocal chords fast enough, their face will appear blurred and their voice will be altered. In this case, the antagonist is concealing his identity form Cisco.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------AN: Finally! We get to see what Cisco has been up to this whole time! What weapon can kill the Flash? Stay tuned. Please vote and comment on your favorite chapters; that will give me some feedback, so I can keep writing what y'all enjoy the most. Madeline_Ming out!