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Today is the day.

The day everyone would know who I actually am.

What I am actually made of.

I gingerly trace the delicate, bronze-coloured designs on the rough, black metallic gun which stretched out from the end to the tip of the hole.

This gun makes me who I am now.

This gun gives me hope, hope to find her.

Iris.

The night she disappeared, it broke my heart.

I came home after visiting a crime scene out in the heart of Central City. I was expecting Iris to be home before me since she got off from work as a journalist earlier than I did.

"Hey, Iris," I piped in, clamouring into my house with a grin on my face. I land my eyes on the empty living room, where she would usually be in. "Iris?"

I sauntered deeper into the room with uncertainty rising in me. She was not in the living room, she was not in the kitchen. I furrowed my eyebrows with trepidation rushing inside me. "Iris..?!"

I hastily searched my whole house from down in the basement to even up high in the attic. I then called her work, but no one answered, since the building was closed.

"Oh man, now what...?" I mutter to myself, pacing back and forth in the living room. Then another option came into mind: "Barry," I breathed out. I then gazed back down at my phone and dialled up Iris's step-brother's number.

Once Barry arrived in his Flash suit, I urged him to go looking for her throughout all of Central City.

He zoomed out from my house in a flash, leaving a trail of bright yellow lighting behind.

A few moments later of tense anxiety, he skidded back into my house.

"Did you find her?" I gasped with wide eyes.

"No--" Barry shook his head with pursed lips. "I couldn't find her."

"Again," I told him gruffly. "Try again."

Without saying a word, Barry adjusted his red mask and streaked out of my house.

I stared longingly at the opened doorway, my vision lost in the dark neighbourhood. Find Iris, find her, please find her...

Barry then appeared back into my house, gasping and breathing hard for air.

"I can't--" He forces out, leaning over to place his hands on his knees. "I couldn't find her anywhere..."

"How?" I felt a tangled feeling of anxiety and ire rising in me as I glue my eyes on him. "How could you not? She couldn't disappear like that--!"

Barry gradually straightened up, his sad eyes landing on me. "I'm sorry, Eddie. I'll try looking for her; I care for her just as much as you do."

I nodded my head stiffly, attempting to gain control over my bubbling emotions.

With a soft bye, Barry lumbered out of my house.

Mission failed.

Or was it?

I forcefully thrusted the door closed, trying to let out my anger in the safest way possible; a loud SLAM! emitted from the door once it closed fully. I stood in front of the door, staring at it with an intense expression; my mind was lost, drowning in the rising waves of despair. She can't...she can't be gone...I can't...I can't live without her--

"Mmmm..." I heard a familiar voice murmur from behind me. "I feel all warm and fuzzy inside..."

I hastily spun around to see who just spoke.

I immediately recognized him: Lenard Snart, better known as Captain Cold. He had already made himself at home, sitting on a reclining chair in my living room, sipping on tea from a china cup.

I shoved my emotions deep down so that I could appear unsentimental to the criminal. "What are you doing here‽" I spat at him, storming over toward his direction.

"I see that you're in distress...," he says in a calm, sophisticated tone. He daintily placed the cup on its saucer that was on the coffee table, which was next to him, then flicked his eyes up at me. "I can help."

"I don't need any help from a criminal like you." I shot him a stern look.

"Or do you?" He cocked his head in a taunting manner.

"What do you know?" I began making my way deeper into the living room. "All you know is how to make the CCPD busy by robbing." I snatched the cup and saucer away from the table.

"That is not all true," the criminal points out. "I know how to get your girl back..."

I halted in the middle of placing the cup and saucer on the table. I turned to him with a shocked look. "How do you know about Iris--?" I swallowed, pushing my true emotions down.

"I saw it. Passed by the whole scene," Lenard spoke to the living room.

"What scene?"

"The crime scene."

"She wasn't at the crime scene!" I thrusted the cup and saucer against the countertop and faced his side. "I was at the crime scene and I didn't see her; she wasn't even suppose to be there--"

"That's why she's not here. She was at the scene... Just not in your sight." His eyes trail back to me. "When did you find out she was gone?"

"Um...when I came back home. She was suppose to be at my house, but she wasn't, so I called her work, called Barry, he went looking for her, there wasn't any sight of her..." Then I made a connection of why she was not here. "So, she was at the crime scene..."

"Mm-hm." Lenard nodded his head slowly.

If he knew that Iris was at the crime scene but not I, then he should know more about Iris's location; with that, I could find her.

"What else do you know?" I placed my arm on top of the chair he was sitting in.

"How to get her back," he replied smoothly.

"And how's that?"

"Would you do anything to get her back?" He narrowed his eyes at me, like as if he was investigating me. "Anything?"

Would I do anything...? My eyes wondered off into space as my mind mulled over the question. I want her, I want her by my side; I want to know that she is fine. I would do anything... I turned back to face him and began to nod slowly. "Yes..." I picked up the speed as I got more confident. "Yes, yes. I would."

"Alright." He stood up with his layers of heavy-duty, winter jackets ruffling with his movements and faced me. "I know where she's at; she's in a quarter where only villains have access to; high in security, not even a single police soul knows. Except for you..." He gave me a suspicious look. "I can help you rescue her, but..." He paused. "...you would have to be joining forces with me."

What he told me felt like a boulder was thrown at me when I was not ready to catch it. "No!" I shook my head. "I can't, I'm a policeman! I can't join forces with a cri--"

"Then I hope you said your last good-byes to her," he cut in calmly.

I felt my heart stop for a moment. "You wouldn't."

"I'm not named Captain Cold for nothing..." He pulls his gun out into view; the whirring sound of it on rings from it.

I'm dealing with a criminal here...better be careful... I eyed the gun. "And...what would happen if I join forces with you?"

"I would lead you to her. But you would have to obey my every...command," he enunciated.

I tentatively began darting my eyes around the room, like as if something from there would give me an answer.

"Do you want her or not?" I heard Lenard ask me.

I do, I do want her, my mind bellowed. I need her, I want her, I would do anything... That was what I needed to know. Anything. "Alright," I breathed out. I land my eyes on him. "For Iris."

He turns off his gun. Then with a growing smirk, he holds out his hand toward me. I take it and shake it.

"Always a pleasure recruiting new men," he told me. He let go of my hand. "Now let's get you all suited up..."

I stare hard at the gun.

So dangerous. So powerful. The energy from it on contact would turn one into bronze.

And today I'll finally use it.

Against the ones who trust me.

But I must say, this is for Iris.

Because I would do anything for Iris.

"Are you ready or not?" I hear Lenard's voice boom from behind me.

"Yeah." I hastily grab the gun off from the table and slipped it in my holster. I then rushed up to him through the dusky warehouse we were in. I halted next to him, in front of the doorway, which was letting in rays of white sunlight.

"Ready to make some memorials on the middle of the street?" He shoots me a smirk. "Memorial statues of the police force and their friends... They'd be a nice addition to the park..."

I nodded my head, gazing out into the open. "Defeat the police force, so that we can go to the villain quarters because if the police is around and we try to go there, they'll find it. And bust me and you."

"You seem like the only policeman who understands the way of us criminals..." Lenard slips his goggles over his eyes.

"Because I'm no longer a policeman--" I pull down my goggles over my eyes and start up my gun. "--I'm a criminal." I then step out through the doorway with my partner, Captain Cold.

Joining forces with Lenard does not seem that bad...after all.

The End.
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"Well, that was good."