"God, please forgive me."

"Hey! Hey, Linda! Wait up, will ya!" The young man pedaled faster, as Linda Parks continued to walk towards Channel ANC. "Come on, what's the matter with dating a college stud anyway?"

She turned to him, poking him in the chest.

"Wally. You don't even have work," she said, twirling her fingers on his chin, then snapping her fingers. "You didn't exactly make it out of the first year of Atlanta University that easily either."

"Hey, that's foul play, news anchor girl. You're just doing this reporter thing for credit."

"What if I am?" Linda intoned, as she pushed Wally aside. "And . . . I'm not a girl. Don't ever call me girl."

Linda rushed into the building, slamming the door behind the guy. Wally slapped himself in the head. Suddenly, his sense began to perk up, as if danger was lurking nearby . . .

Suddenly, something tugged him at his shoe. Then, sharp pain began to course through Wally.

"Poochie!!! Don't bite the nice man!" the old lady shouted, as Wally yelled. "Poochie" the toy poodle was nipping him by the leg. After ten minutes, the old lady grabbed the toy poodle, and it sat in her arms, feeling well exhausted. "Oh man . . . " he inspected his shoe, ripped nearly in front, and sighed. "Well, it was going to up like this anyway."

Grabbing his bike, Wally stopped for a second, as the wind began to die down. Something was brewing in Atlanta, like an ill wind that blew no man good. His eyes began to flicker with thunder, as the storm crackled above, and he disappeared within seconds.

Behind him, his assistant began to roll away several containers. Len Snart was happy in what he was doing. He had already achieved his dream, interning as a scientist here, and was lax in his work. Dragging a special machine up front, he fixed its collaborations to suit the test today. Victor smiled, as he fixed his glasses.

"My predecessor once noted that speed is just an expression for molecular displacement that one cannot understand . . . now thanks to his work combined with the high-end technology gathered here in our company, such as this molecular harness, his dreams of controlling speed will be achieved."

With a nod from Victor Freeze, Len began to channel the chemicals into the container. The audience froze in awe, as the machine began to crackle with white lightning.

"Oh my god . . . they're there."

"Well . . . ? I suppose you're going to stare up there into space, Dr. Freeze," Len said, as he began mixing the chemicals in his hands. "The demonstration was a success then."

"Yes, it was."

"What's on your mind, Dr. Freeze?"

"A lot really."

"Must be your wife then, Dr. Freeze. She left you, didn't she?"

"Yes . . . she did."

Len was beginning to grow uncomfortable. His mentor seemed so . . . still. Frozen. He still had work to do, overtime. More credits for college for him, he guessed.

"Cheer up, Dr. Freeze. It's okay, people change. I mean, with your looks, you could gather the chicks!"

" . . . people change. That is true."

Standing up, Victor Freeze, turned to his assistant, grabbing the beaker in his hands.

"Two years ago, my wife was killed by a blood hungry murderer. Two years ago, my heart died."

Silent, Len backed away, his shades falling down on the ground, as his mentor began to walk towards the chemicals on the shelf. "I will find a way to get revenge on that killer. If Barry's boys were given enhanced speed, then what of me . . . ?"

Len ducked behind the table, as Victor began mixing the chemicals with the formula on the table. Suddenly, lightning crackled from the beakers, as Victor found himself in the middle of the explosion, only to find the chemicals working on him differently. As the dust settled, Len grabbed onto Victor, whose face began to twist in pain. "B-b-b-urning . . . "

"Dr. Freeze! What do we do now? Doctor?"

" . . . I-ice. C-oold."

Len opened the giant frozen safe for stabilizing the chemicals, and brought Victor inside. "D--dying . . . .can't happen . . . how could this . . . ?" Victor reached for Barry's notes, and gave it to Len. "H-h-help m-me . . . please, u-use the notes . . . "

Len opened it, and read through it. "A speed containment suit? Speed gun? Are you guys nuts? You're like making stuff for superheroes or something!"

" . . . set a-all calibrations on the n-n-notes backwards. T-to regress sp-sp-speed. Th-they're in the shelf u-under t-the t-table"

"But . . . "

"D-do it-t! Now!"

Len Snart couldn't disagree with a dying man, so he got up and opened the shelf, grabbing the stuff. Using the notes, he set the circuits and turned to Freeze. "Okay, what now?"

"Aim it. At me."

Len, hesitating, fired the gun at Victor Freeze. In a matter of minutes, the pain subsided from within Victor. Len grabbed hold of his mentor, laying on the table. The man was half-burnt, Len noticed, like the speed he was searching for began to combust him from inside.

"I . . . I don't feel anything. Why . . . ?"

"Dr. Freeze, you're fine now. Please . . . "

Suddenly, Freeze grabbed Len, and threw him onto the wall. "NO! NO, this . . . this wasn't suppose to happen! I . . . I . . . Nora's dead, and I couldn't even avenge her! NO! It's not suppose to be like this . . . "

"Dr. Freeze . . . ?"

" . . . Allen. Allen's boys. It's their fault. All their fault."

"Sir, you're not feeling well . . . "

"Don't tell me about what I'm feeling! All I feel right now is . . . revenge."

"Sir . . . "

"First, Barry, you ruined my wife's life. Now, your boys have ruined mine. No, no more!"

Len knew he had a chance to escape, but like reflex, Freeze turned to him, twisting his head like a rag doll.

"You! You have my gun! MY GUN!"

"No, sir, it's me, Len . . . "

"MY GUN!"

Like a madman, the burnt Freeze rushed at Len. Leaning back, the young intern found himself at the edge of the window. Throwing the gun to the other side, he made a leap of faith and dropped to the grassy ground below. Getting up, he managed to run away as fast as he can from the mad laughter that echoed throughout Synergy Chemicals.

"Yes . . . yes, my precious, you're mine. All mine," Freeze held onto the gun, then grabbed the containment suit. Feeling the grim black mask on his face, he knew this suit would keep the burns from burning him completely. It would fully cover his body forever, but that was the price of his vengeance. His lips began to burn, and he knew it would hurt if he continued to speak. It would hurt if anyone knew him behind the mask. The price of vengeance.

But first, destroy the evidence.

Suddenly, a giant projectile flew across the air, smashing the Flash in his chest. The boomerang went back into the hands of the bank robber, who moved in a stance to let it fly once more. "Oy, Flash, let me tell you . . . you're getting too slow then, are you?"

"Shut up, Captain Flying-saucer. It's like you've got some dignity in your name."

"But I do! Watch." The boomerang flew once again, and Wally closed his eyes, and began to vibrate. Within seconds upon impact, the boomerang returned, exploding into a million bits. Captain Boomerang leapt back, throwing miniature boomerangs at the speedster.

"Really now, that's suppose to harm me?" the Flash said, moving within seconds. Suddenly, the small projectiles began exploding upon contact to his skin, and Flash began to lose synchronity in his speed. "See what I mean, Flash ol' boy? Those boomerangs are rigged to ruin your molecule structure, so if you move too fast, you may just dissolve after all."

Damn!

Captain Boomerang threw two more boomerangs, as the Flash began to dodge them, without using his speed. He knew he was slowly dissolving, even while running at a normal rate. Suddenly, he found himself being punched by Captain Boomerang in the face. "Oy, mate! You're as weak as a sissie then without that running thing of yours!"

Sissie? Look who's talking, "mate".

"You'll think wrong after this, Boomerang," Flash said, grabbing onto the robber. "You got too close to me . . . I can hit you at a normal speed at a normal distance now." Holding onto Boomerang's bandanna, the Flash landed a huge sucker punch on Captain Boomerang, sending him unconscious. "Well . . . all in a day's work I guess . . . I guess I have to walk back to Synergy to see if they have a way to revert my molecular structure and . . . "

Suddenly, he noticed a crowd, watching the TV news being displayed on the window of the shop. "Hey what's that?" the Flash asked one of the onlookers, a teenage boy.

"Hey! You're the Flash! Thas cool!"

"I know . . . but what happened there?" He pointed on the screen, as the crowd dispersed for the hero.

It's a fire . . . didn't you know? I bet most you superheroes didn't know about it. Big company fire. Burnt down most of the place."

"Wha . . . "

On the screen, the reporter pointed towards the site, as the police and the fire department gathered around it, taming the fire.

" . . . last night, Atlanta has lost one of its distinguished companies. Synergy Chemicals was burnt down last night by unknown reasons. The police are confounded by who would do this, or what their motives would be . . . "

"Barry, don't look at us like that . . . please . . . "