Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it.
“You royally pissed of people with just the right amount of cash.” Barry watched as the women whirled around but he tapped into the speedforce, watching her movement in slow motion as he flashed behind her once again.
This kind of business always put a bad taste in his mouth but he was behind in his rent and apparently the women in question had just as much blood on her hands if not more than him. Not that he was one to judge. Barry had started out as just a thief but after people learned of the scarlet speedster’s abilities, he started getting job offers for seedier deals and soon his game included murder. Since mistrust was common in dealing with metahumans, he didn’t get enough offers to support himself entirely but this job would let him live cozy for the next few months so he had no choice.
Her confusion almost made him feel guilty but he heard a soft whisper of “Flash,” and his grin brightened in contrast to his dark tone.“The one and only.” Speeding forward, he pinned her to the wall of the alley just close enough to the opening so she could see his face in her last moments. He figured it was polite to do everything face to face.
Pulling out a simple but well sharpened pocket knife, he pressed it to her throat, smiling as she gave him hard stare. “Nothing personal. Good luck with whatever comes next.” With one swift motion, her throat was pouring blood and he caught her as her body fell limp. Thankfully his powers made the cleanup easy and his old CSI skills made him thorough. Now it was time to deliver the body as proof and collect his rent money.