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Chapter Eight

Snart had blindfolded me after fifteen minutes of driving. The whole rest of the way, I was unsure of where the hell we were.

It wasn't dead silent. The noises of the car engine, and tires as they skidded illegally down the empty streets with enough power to blow down a brick wall. But yet, I became dazed in my own reaction of the fear that pumped through my already shaken body. I heard absolutely nothing -or at least, my brain decided no to. The only noise to be heard (which wasn't so much of a noise at all) was the heavy thumping of my fragile heart as it were practically begging to be released and far away from this situation I have unfortunately found myself in. 

When the car came to a stop, -which I wasn't sure if we'd been driving for a short time, or an eternity- Snart gripped my arm and pulled me out of the vehicle, and into some building which I had no clue what it was or where it was located. All I knew, is that is was cold. Freezing to be more precise. It could have just been my fear, tricking me into believing anywhere Snart went, a negative temperature followed. 

"Sit." Snart ordered, which I didn't hesitate to do. The floor was made of concrete, which meant we were in some kind of warehouse, factory, or basement. 

I suddenly felt as if myself were transformed into a movie scene. Being kidnapped, brought to an abandoned warehouse, and now all I have to do is sit here like a damsel in distress and wait for my knight in shining armor to arrive and save me -and I make out with him afterwards.

Except, this was nothing like that at all. I had no knight in shining armor, and I wasn't some helpless damsel waiting for her beloved.  I'm a pathetic wannabe adult, who doesn't know how to fight to save my life.

He took both my hands, and tied them together, whilst I was shivering on the cold floor. He then proceeded to yank off my blindfold. Once my eyes adjusted to the light, me and him made eye-contact. 

He scanned me up and down as I sat helplessly on the floor. "Don't worry so much." He said with complete pettiness laced his tone. There was not an emotion in his voice or placed on his face. "You're speedy-wonder boyfriend will come for you." He paused for a slight moment, the tension in the room thickened like a blanket, "Unfortunately, you'll have to watch him freeze to death in a matter of seconds."

"You say that, and expect me not to worry?" Finally, I had found my language. My usual vocabulary. I could speak. 

He shrugged, casually ignoring the malice in my voice. "Details are vexatious, aren't they?"

I slumped my shoulders, not sure of what to do or say to help myself in such a situation. The best thing I could think of, was to keep talking. 

But to say what?

"You know you can't kill the Flash as easily as you think you can." Why was I trusting Barry to save me? It's not like I knew for sure he had the potential to save me. He got his ass kicked pretty hard earlier.

"Don't underestimate a professional."

"I wasn't."

He glanced at me, as if the cautious feeling we both held as he looked around, waiting, was suddenly denied with full dismissiveness. "Your faith in a man to win trial against me is amusing."

"I'm glad you find my will to live humorous." I retorted, as I sat up with my back straight. "You say you will win in the fight against the Flash, but you haven't won yet. Are you holding back, Snart? Or are you not as good as you hype yourself up to be?"

This guy wasn't so scary.

I stared at the freeze gun in his hands. The sharp look he held on his face. The way he was willing to kill anyone who intervened in his daily plans.

Pfft. Not scary at all.

Of all grim expressions I assumed he'd give me, he smirked. It was small, it was angry, but it was still a forced, cocky asshole-type smirk. "I don't have to hype the cruelty in my actions. You felt it firsthand, the feeling of what I'm not afraid to do to anyone. The cold."

I shivered at the thought. The way I couldn't move as the ice froze my body. The pain, I could still feel it as if it were happening to me now.

"That won't stop the Flash." Why did it feel like I was lying to myself?

There was a long silence between us. We held eye-contact once more. I felt him studying my face, the look on his own felt as if it was purposely readable. 

He didn't believe me, and he knew I didn't believe myself either.

"Well." He breathed, "You have a front row seat to the show." His voice lowered into a diverted growl, "I'll have the pleasure of taking his life right before your eyes."