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Crimson Comet - Pt. 32 - Magic Mirror Pt. 6.
Iris arrived home after a long day at work. She threw off her shoes by the door and hung her keys on a peg next to the door. Then, Iris made her way to the kitchen to make some tea. She grabbed some water and tea-bag and prepared the two to make the tea.
Moments pass and Iris has her tea in hand and she made her way to the living room. She sat down on the couch and flipped on the television. The news was about a new exhibit on the Flash. Jay Garrick’s costume, graciously donated by the man himself, was going to be unveiled later in the week and Barry is scheduled to make an appearance at the museum.
(Creak)
“Barry? Are you there?” Iris set her tea on the coffee table and turned around to the front door. She awaited the sight of her beloved husband. Though much to her surprise that was not the sight she saw.
”Hello, sweet Iris.” The man who had killed the three men in the museum just a day earlier stood in the doorway. He smiled underneath his tinted visor and aimed his gun towards Iris.
“Please, I don’t want any trouble. Take my purse, that’s all the money I have at home.”
”I don’t want any money, Iris.” The man stepped closer to Iris, but at the same time kept his gun trained towards her.
“Than what do you want?”
”A centre stage spotlight. The front page, Iris.”
“What?”
”I want fame. ‘The man who killed the Flash.’ ‘The Mirror Master.’ Is what they’ll call me. Yes, I like the sound of that. Don’t you too, Iris” The Mirror Master steps a foot away from Iris and presses his gun to her forehead.
“You’re sick. That’s never going to happen.”
”Well too bad… For you at least. You’ll have to die of course, I’ll find someone else to threaten.”
“The Flash won’t let you do this.”
”We both know that’s not the case. Sweet, Barry’s at work, is he not?”
“What does Barry have to do with this?”
”Ah, you know exactly what he has to do with this.”
“I have honestly no clue. Barry is just a cop.”
”Haha! You naïve girl, Iris. You and I both know that you know Barry Allen is the Flash. You’re little nephew is his sidekick in yellow as well. That slightly lighter wig he wears doesn’t fool me.”
“Have you gone completely mad. You have the wrong information.” Mirror Master quickly spins around and flips the coffee table over. He then spins around to face Iris again and aims his gun at Iris.
”Stop playing! You either get me on the front page or I’ll kill you.”
“You’ll have to kill me then.”
Mirror Master shoots his gun. The shard hits Iris in the forehead, but instead of lodging itself in Iris’s head, Iris vanishes as the mirror hits her. The mirror falls to the ground and Mirror Master walks over to the shard and carefully picks it up. He smiles as he sees the image before him. Iris’s face takes up the face of the mirror.
“Hey! Where am I? It’s dark! I can’t see anything! Barry! Barry, help! Barry, I need you!”
”Haha! Check, Flash. I’ve got your Queen and now I’m coming after you…”
Crimson Comet - Pt. 32 - Magic Mirror Pt. 6.
Iris arrived home after a long day at work. She threw off her shoes by the door and hung her keys on a peg next to the door. Then, Iris made her way to the kitchen to make some tea. She grabbed some water and tea-bag and prepared the two to make the tea.
Moments pass and Iris has her tea in hand and she made her way to the living room. She sat down on the couch and flipped on the television. The news was about a new exhibit on the Flash. Jay Garrick’s costume, graciously donated by the man himself, was going to be unveiled later in the week and Barry is scheduled to make an appearance at the museum.
(Creak)
“Barry? Are you there?” Iris set her tea on the coffee table and turned around to the front door. She awaited the sight of her beloved husband. Though much to her surprise that was not the sight she saw.
”Hello, sweet Iris.” The man who had killed the three men in the museum just a day earlier stood in the doorway. He smiled underneath his tinted visor and aimed his gun towards Iris.
“Please, I don’t want any trouble. Take my purse, that’s all the money I have at home.”
”I don’t want any money, Iris.” The man stepped closer to Iris, but at the same time kept his gun trained towards her.
“Than what do you want?”
”A centre stage spotlight. The front page, Iris.”
“What?”
”I want fame. ‘The man who killed the Flash.’ ‘The Mirror Master.’ Is what they’ll call me. Yes, I like the sound of that. Don’t you too, Iris” The Mirror Master steps a foot away from Iris and presses his gun to her forehead.
“You’re sick. That’s never going to happen.”
”Well too bad… For you at least. You’ll have to die of course, I’ll find someone else to threaten.”
“The Flash won’t let you do this.”
”We both know that’s not the case. Sweet, Barry’s at work, is he not?”
“What does Barry have to do with this?”
”Ah, you know exactly what he has to do with this.”
“I have honestly no clue. Barry is just a cop.”
”Haha! You naïve girl, Iris. You and I both know that you know Barry Allen is the Flash. You’re little nephew is his sidekick in yellow as well. That slightly lighter wig he wears doesn’t fool me.”
“Have you gone completely mad. You have the wrong information.” Mirror Master quickly spins around and flips the coffee table over. He then spins around to face Iris again and aims his gun at Iris.
”Stop playing! You either get me on the front page or I’ll kill you.”
“You’ll have to kill me then.”
Mirror Master shoots his gun. The shard hits Iris in the forehead, but instead of lodging itself in Iris’s head, Iris vanishes as the mirror hits her. The mirror falls to the ground and Mirror Master walks over to the shard and carefully picks it up. He smiles as he sees the image before him. Iris’s face takes up the face of the mirror.
“Hey! Where am I? It’s dark! I can’t see anything! Barry! Barry, help! Barry, I need you!”
”Haha! Check, Flash. I’ve got your Queen and now I’m coming after you…”