Rise To Villainy

The roar of the engine faded into a purr as we pulled up behind Central City University. Killer Frost sat beside me, her arms crossed and her expression set in a scowl.

"Listen up," I said firmly. "When we go in, follow my lead and we will kill the girl in no time."

She rolled her eyes, her icy tone cutting through the air. "And who put you in charge?"

"I did," I replied, my tone brooking no argument. "And if we don't act fast, The Flash will beat us to it."

I grabbed my helmet and pulled out a silencer, screwing it onto my pistol. With a few well-placed shots, we blasted open the back door and slipped into the school unnoticed.

...

As we made our way towards the biophysics lab, I turned to Killer Frost to review the plan. But she was gone.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath, quickening my pace.

I found her just in time, about to be turned into a human torch. Without a moment's hesitation, I tossed a flashbang towards her attackers and tackled her to safety.

Bang!

The flashbang exploded, blinding The Flash and his allies temporarily. As I offered my hand to help Killer Frost up, I asked, "You okay?"

But she swatted my hand away with a cold glare. "I had it under control. I was going to kill her."

I rolled my eyes, knowing her stubbornness all too well.

"Sure thing, princess," I said, masking my irritation. "Let's get out of here before we attract too much attention."

As we made our way back to the car, I could feel her simmering anger radiating from her. But there was nothing I could do to comfort her. After all, I barely knew her.

...

When we arrived back at Savitar's lair, Savitar was already there, looming over us in his thick silver armor.

"Is she dead?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "She got away."

Disappointment radiates from his suit. "I told both of you exactly where she'd be," he said, his voice laced with frustration.

"Barry and Cisco were there when I arriv-" Killer Frost interjected, trying to make an excuse for her failure.

"As I told you they would be." Savitar said, cutting her off. He took a menacing step towards us. "Maybe there's more Caitlin Snow inside you than you led me to believe."

Killer Frost bristled at the accusation. "Are you saying I let her go on purpose?" she spat.

"Did you?" Savitar asked, his tone icy. "You call yourself Killer Frost, but you haven't actually killed anyone yet. You and I can both be God, free of the pain and suffering of man. All you have to do is kill the girl."

Seeing Savitar's obvious manipulation of Killer Frost's identity issue made me tense up as I interrupted his lecture with her.

"Hey, ease up, big guy," I said, trying to defuse the tension. "It was my fault Tracy Brand got away. I should have gone in with Frosty, but I thought she was enough to take them down."

Savitar's attention turned to me. "Then there's you, Jason. I expected more from you. You're a professional hunter. Act like one."

Killer Frost looked at me in surprise, and I knew I had just taken the heat off her. But I didn't do it for her to like me. I just couldn't let Savitar manipulate her like that. Like how he did it to me.

"Both of you, do not fail me again, or there will be consequences," Savitar threatened before speeding away in a flash of white lightning. 

Great! Finally he's gone.

As he left, I kicked off my boots, and flung my duffel bag onto the sofa. I collapsed onto the cushions, grateful for a moments' rest. But my peace was short-lived as I heard Killer Frost's voice slice through the silence.

"Am I supposed to thank you?" she asked, her tone low and dangerous.

"Excuse me?" I asked, puzzled.

"For lying to Savitar for me," she clarified, her icy blue eyes fixed on me.

"I just hate bullies," I said, trying to brush off the question.

"You expect me to believe that?" Killer Frost responded with skepticism.

I sighed, knowing I couldn't keep up the facade forever. "Fine. The truth is, watching Savitar talk to you reminds me of my own abusive father. You don't need to prove anything to him. People like him will always try to manipulate you and never be satisfied with what you do."

"You're wrong. Savitar's not trying to manipulate me, he is trying to help me embrace who-" she began to deny, but I interrupted her.

"Who you really are?" I finished for her. "The thing is, Frosty, you don't need to kill to prove who you really are. Do you think killing people will absolve you of all the pain you're feeling? Do you think embracing the killer inside you will make you a god? News flash, Killer Frost, it won't. It will only turn you into a monster that feeds on the misery of others."

Her expression darkened. "And you're just a killer hired by Savitar, right? Who are you lecturing me about killing?"

I winced at her words, feeling the weight of my own hypocrisy. "You're right. You don't have to listen to me. You're your own person, Frosty. You don't need to prove anything to anyone. Especially to someone who clearly doesn't care about you."

She stared at me for a moment, her eyes hard and unyielding. "Thanks for the advice," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll go join a book club now. That's what good girls like me do, right?"

With that, she stalked away, leaving me to return to my nap as I hoped that she wouldn't make the same mistakes that I had.