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The flash season 9 filming episode 1
I can’t lie
“Please,” she whispered. The villain paused.
A slow grin spread a cross their face.
“Begging so soon? Not very heroic.”
She laughed, and it hurt.
“Not heroic, no.”
The villain’s eyes narrowed, head tipping to the side as they regarded her.
Her eyes darted to the door, fear beginning to churn in her gut. Their face cleared as they followed her gaze, understanding writing itself on their skin.
“You’re afraid,” they observed. The villain stepped forward to where she knelt, knees digging into the ground. Their cool fingers wrapped around her chin and tipped her head up. “But not of me.”
She stilled, swallowing.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
The villain tutted, smile vicious and victorious and soft.
“Don’t lie to a liar.”
She closed her mouth.
The villain traced soothing circles along her jaw with their thumb. “You’re afraid your friends will get here in time,” they said softly. The hero made to jerk away, and the villain’s nails dug into her skin, eyes flashing in warning. “You’re afraid they’ll make it here in time to save you.”
Bitterly, tears rose in her eyes.
“Please,” her voice broke. The villain was silent.
They sighed.
“Up you get,” they tugged her up, wrapping an arm around her waist when she wobbled on numb knees. She closed her eyes.
She expected pain, the sharpness of finality, the crisp bite of death—but it wasn’t there.
When she opened her eyes, the villain was watching her.
Her gut sank.
“You aren’t going to kill me.”
The villain shrugged a shoulder.
“Oh, of course not. You want to die. What could be more torturous for you than leaving you alive?”
This time, the panic that curled in her gut was for the villain.
“Let me go then,” she said. The villain’s grip was stone on her waist.
“Mmm, I don’t think so. I won’t kill you,” they reminded. They tugged her against them so swiftly she didn’t feel it happen. Their lips pressed against her ear.
“No, love. I’m going to turn you into another me.”
She could feel their grin against her ear.
They vanished, taking her with them, before her friends could get there.
Six months later, she picked her friends off. One. By. One.
And the city burned.