Actually missing 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉.

*racing through the network of sewers beneath Gotham he had found his prey sitting in the shadows* @CyrusGoldRIP

*the Rival watched, listening to the mutterings of the beast, which was reciting the nursery rhyme of old*

*led @CyrusGoldRIP through Slaughter Swamp to the burnt out tree used as the drop off point for his Velocity 9*

*points out the burnt out tree to @CyrusGoldRIP* Here. You protect, keep people away, and I promise Slaughter Swamp will be all yours.

*a sleeve wipes across his helm - the old man studies it before donning it*

Time!

*eyes 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 for an instant circling him* This is it, old man. This is the end for you.

*steals Stella's hat as she fights Zoom*

//the biggest misconception about me is who my writer is. #5YearsOn

*cracks his knuckles while staring at his rapidly, oscillating visage in the mirror*

In a flash the Rival rips Captain Cold from the bus, dashing over the bridge before hurling him through the door of a deserted warehouse.

The grave of Joan Garrick is desecrated, the stone shattered, the coffin wrecked, the body gone. It had taken but a second.

This same night the modest house that is 5252 78th Street, Keystone City, Kansas, is burned to the ground.

The blaze is so furious only ashes are left.

His own rival, 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉, the original Flash, had been missing for some time now, after a brief, pitiful brawl with Eobard Thawne.

The Rival though had years of experience within the Speed Force, the stream 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 had foolishly raced into.

With some assistance, he knew exactly where 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 was headed.

𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 And The Rival would be waiting for him.