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[color=f7976a][h3]T H E    F L A S H[/h3]
[b]Revelations:[/b]
[sup][i]NOT FAST ENOUGH[/i][/sup][/color]
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Iris had yet to meet anything as fast as her, though she had to admit there was [i]some[/i] temptation to run over to Metropolis and find out in some form of race. At this speed she had virtually the entire city to herself, she should technically have been heading back to her appartment to change for work. At this rate she was late to work more often than [i]Barry[/i] was, and that was saying something. This was all despite the fact that she could cross the city in a couple of minutes [i]on foot[/i]. She doubted even the famed and mysterious Batman could lay claim to that one. She'd get the hang of the balancing act in the end, between where The Flash ended, and Iris West began. The truth? She almost didn't want to go back to being Iris West. She had always had this drive to help people, she had tried to join the police but her father had shut that down. Being a reporter came naturally, and it let her help people by giving them the facts.
 

Now she could [i]really[/i] help people. Maybe she was destined for this.

She turned around a corner, and saw a streak of yellow running towards her.

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Before she could even react she felt the wind knocked out of her chest as she was grabbed by the figure, lightning crackled around her and the figure that had her in his grip. She tried a series of jabs to his chest but whatever suit he was wearing seemed to be padded, she'd appreciate the sewmanship if she wasn't currently being carried around like a rag doll. She instead focused her attempts on his arm, jabbing at it in quick succession trying to weaken his grip on her. 

Whether Iris hurt him, or he was just bored, he let go of her and she went skidding along the street. People all around gasped in surprise, she already noticed all the smartphones pointed in her direction and she winced as she got to her feet, her whole body hurt. She felt like she had been hit by lightning again, and that wasn't an experience she wanted to relive anytime soon. She turned to look at the figure, who didn't seem to be all there. A strange buzzing seemed to sound from him, his face distorted below the cowl. Even with her abilities she couldn't seem to see him clearly, though maybe she had hit her head when he had let go of her.

[color=f7976a]"Who are you? What do you want?"[/color]

Before the man in yellow replied she heard a voice in her ear: [color=fff200]"Iris? What's going on? Your tracker indicates you veered waaaay ofcourse and that you took one hell of a fall."[/color] She raised her hand up to her earpiece and turned it off, she didn't need Barry speaking in her ear right now. Especially when she was facing a [i]yellow speedster[/i]. A man in a yellow mask, Barry had always claimed that a man in a yellow mask had been the one to kill his mother. A man who seemed to move like lightning. This couldn't be a coincidence, could it?

The man didn't respond to Iris, instead he turned and ran away. Not giving up so easily she gave chase. Lightning burning through her and  blazing a trail behind her, the yellow of her trail seemed to intertwine with the red lightning that streaked after him. Iris had to turn off her reporter brain that was trying to figure out what the significant of the man in yellows costume being the reverse colours of hers. Now wasn't the time to get distracted.

As she started to catch up to him he turned to face her, seemingly taking the time to regard her. As Iris reached out to grab his shoulder all she met was thin air as he seemed to pick up the pace even more. She grunted in frustration, she was already at maximum speed. Still she dug deep, taking a deep breath she pushed herself on, managing to follow his trail. Eventually she began to see him [i]just[/i] before he rounded a corner. She couldn't help but smile, she was [i]catching up[/i]. This had to be the fastest she had ever gone and it felt-

Iris turned a corner and found a foot waiting for her to trip her up, she went tumbling down the street. Her arm cracked as it was broken by a dustbin. She screamed. She had lost her concentration for all but a fraction of a second, got too caught up in the moment and almost as if he [i]knew[/i] it was going to happen he had been waiting for her. 

She lay on the ground, struggling to bring herself back to her feet when he walked over to him and pulled her up by her broken arm. She screamed as the agony spread like a flame throughout her body. When he spoke it was deep, and distorted. It was the voice of nighmares. [color=fff79a]"You call yourself ehe Flash, you wear his colours. Yet you aren't him, the lightning bolt was never meant for you. You are nothing, the history books won't even know your name. Now tell me, where is [i]The Flash?[/i]"[/color]