It's the worst nightmare Barry would have had if he'd ever imagined something this horrifying. He's fought bad guys - so many bad guys. Guys so big or so strong or so unnatural that they could crush Snart with one hand, fry him with a glance. But Barry's never fought someone as dangerous as Snart - because Snart is the cruellest, the coldest, man Barry has ever met.
He doesn't want to hurt Barry because he just likes hurting people - or because Barry is in his way. He sought Barry out this time - has always sought Barry after that first time. He wants to hurt Barry to hurt Barry, and that is a terrifying concept.
And Barry is completely at his mercy. Barry doesn't know how Snart jammed the mic in his mask, but it went out the second before Snart hit him with the cold gun. Nobody knows what's happened to Barry, and he has no way to tell them.
Whatever Snart plans to do to him - and the sick glee in Snart's dark eyes as he curiously inspects Barry's frostbitten right side says there is no limit to what he might plan to do to Barry - what can Barry do about it?
Barry grits his teeth against his panic, and forces his voice not to quiver as he says, "Congratulations, Snart. You got me. Real fucking accomplishment, using a weapon you didn't even create."
Snart's smile doesn't dim.
And Barry isn't sure what he's more afraid of - that Snart will listen to him... or that he won't, as Barry says, "Just kill me already so you can go back and brag to all your scumbag friends."
"Oh, Flash..." Snart tsks, in the perfect imitation of a sympathetic voice. "Why would I want to kill you, now that I've caught you?" He doesn't reach to take off Barry's mask; he doesn't ask who's under it. He doesn't even care. "You have an uncanny way of not dying when I hurt you."
Snart's eyes flash and his lips curl. "We're going to explore that."
Then Snart throws one arm over Barry's shoulders and settles Barry more fully against his side. He turns his eyes to the lake and the skyline beyond, completely ignoring the way Barry screams again, then whimpers, as he's moved.
"But first, how about you and I watch the sun rise, hmm? We've got a long day ahead of us... and it's a beautiful night."
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Date: 2015-01-21 11:37 pm (UTC)He doesn't want to hurt Barry because he just likes hurting people - or because Barry is in his way. He sought Barry out this time - has always sought Barry after that first time. He wants to hurt Barry to hurt Barry, and that is a terrifying concept.
And Barry is completely at his mercy. Barry doesn't know how Snart jammed the mic in his mask, but it went out the second before Snart hit him with the cold gun. Nobody knows what's happened to Barry, and he has no way to tell them.
Whatever Snart plans to do to him - and the sick glee in Snart's dark eyes as he curiously inspects Barry's frostbitten right side says there is no limit to what he might plan to do to Barry - what can Barry do about it?
Barry grits his teeth against his panic, and forces his voice not to quiver as he says, "Congratulations, Snart. You got me. Real fucking accomplishment, using a weapon you didn't even create."
Snart's smile doesn't dim.
And Barry isn't sure what he's more afraid of - that Snart will listen to him... or that he won't, as Barry says, "Just kill me already so you can go back and brag to all your scumbag friends."
"Oh, Flash..." Snart tsks, in the perfect imitation of a sympathetic voice. "Why would I want to kill you, now that I've caught you?" He doesn't reach to take off Barry's mask; he doesn't ask who's under it. He doesn't even care. "You have an uncanny way of not dying when I hurt you."
Snart's eyes flash and his lips curl. "We're going to explore that."
Then Snart throws one arm over Barry's shoulders and settles Barry more fully against his side. He turns his eyes to the lake and the skyline beyond, completely ignoring the way Barry screams again, then whimpers, as he's moved.
"But first, how about you and I watch the sun rise, hmm? We've got a long day ahead of us... and it's a beautiful night."