Enough - Deathstorm/Zoom
The past 2 months had been absolute hell, and that meant a lot when coming from a man composed of fire, brimstone, and a soul as black as night. Once he had destroyed the dampener in his holding cell, he managed to go nuclear and turn that entire ARGUS base to nothing but a pile of soot and ash.
Never did he think an evil lair would feel like home as it did now. He shoved the door to Zoom’s compound open, battered, bruised, and bloodied, but alive in one piece. Frost was gone, leaving just the two of them to make their move. “Thanks for coming to get me. I don’t know who ARGUS are, but they’re assholes.” he rolled his eyes, throwing his leather jacket to the floor as he walked over to a utility sink on the wall to wash his face and hands. Just having access to water again was a dream, even if his body didn’t need it to survive. He set the cloth down with the same nasty attitude he entered with, but then reached into the pocket of his dark jeans to pull out a vial of velocity-9; the gem he had stolen from Mercury Labs before Jay Garrick threw his ass into the pipeline. “Anyways. This is for you.” he stated, handing it over to the clawed hand with the devil raging in his own dark eyes.
