I feel like I have to throw back to a classic for Dammit Hedgi Day -- gimme your best Flash whump/angst, characters of your choice, prompt: "Look at me! C'mon, don’t do this!"
I chose.... Cisco! and Caitlin! Caitlin felt the air go cold in her lungs, though she knew with the dampener on, it was just the fear and dread, and not Frost’s power, there to save them. “No! Look at me--I-- don’t do this.” “Caity, Caity, Caity,” Ammunet chided, though she did look away from her desk, towards where Caitlin stayed limp in the grip of one of the club’s bouncers. “I told you, didn’t I, sweet? You ruined something for me, I ruin something of yours. Fair is fair, isn’t it?” “Then hurt me.” Caitlin said, fast and sharp. “Not--” “Not your little pet nerd?” Ammunet interrupted, tapping the knife against the desk, just to the side of where Cisco’s hands had been secured. “I don’t know. He came in here and stole you away. Seems like he owes me a debt, too.” Behind the gag, Cisco spat curses, still struggling desperately to pull free of the metal bands that Ammunet had woven around him. “I suppose I can be ... generous. A payment plan, so to speak. I take a few fingers now, maybe a hand, and you keep working for me. Earn the rest for him. Hmm?” Ammunet’s eyes danced. Caitlin swallowed nausea. “Don’t touch him. I’ll work for you. Frost and I will both work for you. Just let him go--unharmed.” She ignored the pained sound Cisco made at that--it was her freedom to trade, and it was an easy choice to make. Ammunet gave a theatrical sigh. “I’m afraid that’s not going to work for me.” Caitlin trembled, struggling again in her captor’s hold. “ Ammunet, don’t--” “See, the thing is, now you’re giving me orders, and that really doesn’t work for me.” Amunet said, clicking her tongue. She returned to the desk, a twitch of her fingers making the bonds around Cisco squeeze. She undid the cuff around one of his wrists, angling her blade. It was enough. Cisco twisted his palm directly up and put everything into the blast. The knife tore from Ammunet’s hand, lodging into the ceiling, knocking her back. Only the firm metal around him kept him in his place. He strained, trying to angle his hand again-- a portal, he had to make-- The cuff clamped back on, and he sagged, feeling everything go muffled around him. “Now that changes things,” Ammunet said, summoning her weapon down, in a shower of plaster shavings. “ You never said the geek was a meta, Caity. Naughty of you, keeping secrets. Well, then. You stole one of my metas. Weeper was worth quite a bit. Though not so much as Vibe, I think.” she signaled her men. “Get them out of my office, I have some calls to make. Oh, don’t give me that look, Caity. You wanted him to keep his hands, and he can. As long as someone’s willing to pay me, of course.” ~ the writers were damn cowards Ammunet was a great villain.
