The only way to control and contain the metas was to make them fear him. Make them so afraid of crossing him that they stayed in line. The only way to do that was to make a very public examples of those who did step out of line. He ruled them. He controlled them. A lesser man might abuse such a position, but he only did it out of absolute necessity. And he only abused his position when it came to speedsters. The rest didn't matter.
At the sound of something hitting the ground behind him, Harrison whipped his head around, those solid black eyes narrowing at her. A hero? The closest thing this city had to heroes was the man who called himself The Flash, and he was a mess. He turned back to the woman he held, fingers digging at the black leather glove as she struggled to breathe.
"I'm giving you one last chance to prove yourself," he growled in that unnatural voice of his at the woman in his grip. "Get rid of her." No caveats, no deals. Killer Frost knew where she stood. He dropped her, practically shoving her at the caped woman. Which resulted in a blast of ice, and a flash of blue lightning as he took off, a trail zipping up a building not far away, so he could watch.
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At the sound of something hitting the ground behind him, Harrison whipped his head around, those solid black eyes narrowing at her. A hero? The closest thing this city had to heroes was the man who called himself The Flash, and he was a mess. He turned back to the woman he held, fingers digging at the black leather glove as she struggled to breathe.
"I'm giving you one last chance to prove yourself," he growled in that unnatural voice of his at the woman in his grip. "Get rid of her." No caveats, no deals. Killer Frost knew where she stood. He dropped her, practically shoving her at the caped woman. Which resulted in a blast of ice, and a flash of blue lightning as he took off, a trail zipping up a building not far away, so he could watch.