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.
That voice gave her chills. Sometimes it was pretty easy to tell who the villain was, less easy to know what to do about it right away, especially when they dropped minions in the way and took off like that.
"Hey!" she called after the lightning, scowling and about to go after him when something cold hit her hard on her back and shattered. "What—" She turned back, just in time to get hit in the face by a grouping of...were those icicles? "What are you doing, stop—stop doing that," she said firmly, grabbing one icicle out of midair and crushing it. "Just go, okay, run! All of you, get out of here!'
And before the woman could manage more than an agonized, hoarse "No—" Kara kicked off from the ground, fists extended and red cape billowing, arrowing right toward the rooftop where the dark speedster had ended up. "Let's talk, Zoom!"
The fight ended far too soon. This was meant to be a means for Killer Frost to prove he didn't need to kill her like he'd done with so many others. He didn't want to, he had. Some of them didn't inspire such doubt, they were filthy, awful criminals who deserved everything he did. But something about her twisted the pit of his stomach with guilt. He'd need to worry about that later, because there was a red and blue do-gooder headed straight for him.
Where was she months ago when these metas started taking over the city?
He didn't have TIME to deal with this. But he stood his ground as she approached. If he ran, he'd be seen as a coward. The last thing he needed was someone like Deathstorm sensing weakness in him and trying to bring him down. "A little girl playing dress up. How cute." He says in that ominous voice to the girl who can obviously fly.
"Save it," she barked, drawing even with him and hovering, about twenty feet out from the rooftop. She was glaring daggers, but nothing else, not yet, and she wasn't letting him get close enough to try anything. He was losing points fast, but she looked down at the plaza and the minions she'd left behind down there had already scattered. Good. At least she'd bought them a little time.
She turned her attention back to Zoom and finally drifted forward, touching down on the roof, fists on her hips. "Trust me, I've heard it all already. I said talk, I'm not here to fight you. ...the Flash, is he here?"
If there was no Flash in this world, she'd definitely gotten herself lost.
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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.
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"Hey!" she called after the lightning, scowling and about to go after him when something cold hit her hard on her back and shattered. "What—" She turned back, just in time to get hit in the face by a grouping of...were those icicles? "What are you doing, stop—stop doing that," she said firmly, grabbing one icicle out of midair and crushing it. "Just go, okay, run! All of you, get out of here!'
And before the woman could manage more than an agonized, hoarse "No—" Kara kicked off from the ground, fists extended and red cape billowing, arrowing right toward the rooftop where the dark speedster had ended up. "Let's talk, Zoom!"
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Where was she months ago when these metas started taking over the city?
He didn't have TIME to deal with this. But he stood his ground as she approached. If he ran, he'd be seen as a coward. The last thing he needed was someone like Deathstorm sensing weakness in him and trying to bring him down. "A little girl playing dress up. How cute." He says in that ominous voice to the girl who can obviously fly.
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She turned her attention back to Zoom and finally drifted forward, touching down on the roof, fists on her hips. "Trust me, I've heard it all already. I said talk, I'm not here to fight you. ...the Flash, is he here?"
If there was no Flash in this world, she'd definitely gotten herself lost.