Chaos in Central City

Leonard Snart:

"Move," the guy in sunglasses yells, shoving me aside as he fires a gun he pulled from the car. A large net shooting out, it wraps around Black Adam as he tries charging toward us! Snaring him, he drops to the ground, bouncing up and down until stopping he hit a car.

"Dip on Baldy," the man says, reloading his 'net gun'. "You two can deal with the others!"

"What others," Flash asks, now in some sort of new suit. Hitting the back of his head, I point to the front door of my apartment building as Cyborg and Killer Croc come running out.

"Little head up," the man starts, "I was able to short circuit Cyborg's arm cannon with a fork and some tin foil before coming here. So you know, whoever fights him, that's one less worry for you."

Black Adam breaks through the net with a burst of lightning, he turns around and charges toward us once more. The man running to face him blocks Adam as he tries punching him with a lightning-charged fist. Rolling to his side, the man then fires the net gun again and captures Adam.

"Try not to die," he says before leaving us.

Turning around, Flash and I find ourselves face-to-ugly face with Cyborg and Croc.

"So who do you want," Flash asks before one of Cyborg's arms turns into a giant fist and punches him, the blow sending him through the air.

"Guess I'll take the overgrown lizard," I reply, lowering my goggles and aiming my cold gun.

"Captain Cold," Kill Croc says as he stomps his way over to me. As he stomps, I couldn't help but notice that his skin, besides being slimy and wet, is also covered in hundreds of small cuts. "I guess the Insurgency will take in anyone these days. Even a pathetic man like you."

"I ain't part of the Insurgency," I yell, "But that doesn't mean I won't take you on, freak show!"

Aiming my gun, I fire but misses when Croc tail swipes my hand! Firing into the air, Croc then uppercut me right in the stomach! Falling to the ground, gasping for air, he then picks me up and tosses me right into a car, the windows shattering! Falling onto some broken glass, he smiles and laughs while walking over to me.

"Too easy," he chuckles, now standing over me. Raising his foot above me, I move to my right just in time, Croc stomping the ground instead of me. Picking some shards of glasses, I toss them right in Croc's face, the fucker screaming and stepping back!

Getting up, I hit him in the head with the butt of my gun, first going down before coming from the left. Stun, daze, and wide-open, I place the barrel of my gun right against his chest and fires! Screaming as a large chunk of him is now stuck in an ice cube, I aim at his head.

"Don't you know," I say, "Crocodiles hate the cold."

Squeezing the trigger, white mist falling from the barrel, Croc lunges forward and bites down on the barrel of my cold gun! Ripping it out of my hands before I could fire, he then tosses it away before turning back to me and biting down on one of my hands!

Screaming as Croc shakes me back and forth, he stops for a second, only to break free of the ice cube! Letting go of my hand, he picks me up, again and again, tosses me!

"Don't you know," he says, "Crocodile loves the taste of people!"

Holding my bloody hand, I look as Croc stomps over to me, only this time, I didn't have my cold gun or even any glass. Thinking fast, I crawl underneath a nearby car.

"Don't think you can hide from me," Croc screams as he effortlessly picks up the car and tosses them aside. Crawling underneath some more, Croc chases after me, picking up cars like pieces of paper and tossing them aside.

Reaching the final car in the lot, I look around for something, anything useful.

"Shit," I say, seeing only the ground and a fence blocking me. "Fuck! Son of a-!"

Hitting the ground with my bitten hand, I scream as pain shoots throughout my whole body.

"Leonard Snart," a voice starts, something blue and see-through appearing in front of my eyes. "Also known as Captain Cold is wounded."

The thing in front of my eyes is now showing me a silhouette of a man, with his right-hand flashing red.

"Right hand is showing signs of bleeding and there is no trace of his cold gun."

"Yeah," I say, trying to wave the thing away. "Thanks for the reminder."

"Initiating healing and weapons."

All of a sudden, the suit the man gave me begins changing, stretching, and covering my bleeding hand. Wrapping around it for a few seconds, the suit then returns to normal and my hand is wrapped in some sort of bandages. Staring at my bandaged hand, I could hardly believe it.

"What the hell," I say, all the pain just gone. While staring, I forgot about Killer Croc until he lifted the car.

"No way to run," he laughs, before a bright light appears that blinds the both of us. Shielding myself, the light disappears and in my hand is a new cold gun, different from my own.

Blue and white in color, on the side, is a dial of some sort.

"What the--," Killer Croc screams. Remembering where I am and what I'm in the middle of, I aim my new cold gun right at Killer Croc and fires!

Bursting into a cloud of white mist, the cloud dispenses and reveals a Killer Croc with a large block of ice stuck in his mouth! Falling back down, defeated I guess, I get up and look at the freak show. I then look at my new cold gun and my bandaged hand before at the suit.

"What the hell is this," I say to myself.

"Head up," the man yells, grabbing my attention as I turn in time to see him fire a net at Cyborg, his arm cannon crackling with electricity."

"Flash! Get out of the way!"

Wasting no time, running away fast, Cyborg's arm cannon turns into a massive fireball that shakes the whole parking lot! The fireball faints after a few seconds, a down Cyborg is all that is left, his body lying still in the lot.

"Is he," Flash starts before the man cuts him off.

"No, he's not. Just knock out. I mean, his arm cannon is definitely dead, but he, himself. No, not dead. Now, come on! We have to be out of here before any of them wake up! All of us."

Looking at me, I nod my head and run to the two. Jumping into his car, the second our asses hit the seat, the man steps on the gas!

"Are we getting out of Central City," Flash asks, looking out the window. The man ignoring Flash, does a sharp left turn onto a street, cutting off a bunch of cars, the cars honking.

"Yeah bite me," he yells, shaking his fist at the honking car. "Yeah! Yeah! Guess what! I can honk too! See? Honk!"

Punching the car's horn, he punches it over and over again, screaming and yelling.

"Yeah suck to be you, buddy! Yeah! Oh yeah! Enjoy your five hours phone call with your insurance agent! I hope they tell you you're too stupid to even be behind a wheel! Oh, and by the way, I've seen 90-years-old grandma drives faster than you douchebag!"

"Tell me where we're going," I demand, slamming my fist against the back of the driver's seat.

"We're going to pick up some extra help," the man replies," slamming his fist against me and knocking me back. "Beside you, there are still two people in Central City I think can help us!"

"Who are they," Flash asks. "Wait, please tell me they're not more supervillains."

"Fine, I won't. I will however tell you this. I think Superman now knows we're here, and he'll be coming in force. Sewer, Baldy, and Tin can are just the first out in what I suspect will be a long day.

Coming to a skidding stop, the three of us look ahead to see a blockade of Regime soldiers and tanks, all aim directly at us.

"I never should have gotten in the car with you two," I say, my eyes focus on one out of dozens and dozens of tanks' barrels.

"Yeah," the man says. "Don't worry, the feeling is mutual."

The tanks all then fire at us.