Cyclone Twist: The Flash CH.2

"Seriously, Cold? This again?" asked Madame Cherrie, the proprietor of the Stable of Ill Fame; annoyed over the fact that she was frozen against a wall in her office. 

Standing on the opposite side of her office was Ponyville's newest resident/supervillain/ escaped jailbird in the blue parka, visor, and respirator along with his signature "Cold Gun", Leonard Snart aka Captain Cold. And he was standing in front of an opened safe that was covered in ice from his home-made weapon with a bag full of money that he had stolen from said safe in his opposite hand.  

"Again?!" Captain Cold yelled, offended. "I figured that after the last time I robbed this place, you'd have put all your money in a bank."

"I do put my money in a bank. I just need petty cash," Madame Cherrie retorted.

"Petty cash?! You had over $100 thousand in cash in this safe and a mint condition, first appearance Spider-Stallion comic in this safe. What kind of expensive taste do you ponies have?"

"Hey! What do you mean 'You ponies'?" Madame Cherrie snarled, offended over the cold-themed villain's choice of words.

"You ponies. You know, the ones who work here. You know, you, your working girls, your bartender, your janitor, your bouncer..." Captain Cold explained.

"Oh," Madame Cherrie said, a little surprised to hear her robber's explanation. 

"Look, I know that it's not the norm to take advice from known criminals, but if you stop putting so much money in one place, maybe you won't get robbed so often," said Captain Cold.

"Yeah? Well, why don't you patent your cold technology so that you don't have to rob ponies?!" Madame Cherrie fired back. 

"Yeah?! Well, why don't you stop spend thousands of dollars to look like you're in the Wild West?" Captain Cold sighed and rubbed his forehead underneath his blue hood, feeling like he and the Madame were talking to each other like an old, married couple. "Cherrie, we've been through this talk about bad habits before. My bad habit is the thrill that comes from crime, and from what I can gather, yours is spending. And I don't think either of us is going to change that anytime soon."

Sighing again, Captain Cold turned around and began making his way out the door, 100 grand richer. As he walked out the door, he looked back over his shoulder at the madame frozen to the wall. "See you around, Cherrie. Best of luck to you. Remember; nothing personal."

"Well... for it's worth, thanks for not stealing my first appearance Spider-Stallion comic," Madame Cherrie replied, frustrated yet grateful that Captain Cold left her alive.

"Eh," Captain Cold shrugged his shoulders and turned his head forward, not noticing the Flash leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed as the cold-themed villain walked out the door. "It's worth more to you than me."

"Hey, Leonard," Flash nonchalantly said to the exiting supervillain, calling him by his real name. 

"Hey, Flash," Captain Cold said, not missing a beat. Realizing what he just said, the cold-themed robber froze in his tracks and turned to where the voice came from to find... nothing.

"What the fuck...?" Captain Cold whispered to himself before feeling a breeze from his left and his left hand suddenly feeling empty. 

Lifting up his left hand, Captain Cold's eyes widened underneath his visor as he saw that his bag full of money was gone.

"The hell?!" Captain Cold yelled as he looked up to see Flash standing next to the frozen Madame Cherrie with the moneybag in his hand. 

"Here you go, miss," Flash said as he put the moneybag down in front of the frozen madame. 

"You again?!" Captain Cold yelled and fired off a stream of ice at Ponyville's Scarlet Speedster. Before it could hit him, Flash had zipped away in a red blur out the office door, causing Cold to hit the window, freezing it solid. 

Growling underneath his respirator, Cold turned around and ran after his enemy, leaving Madame Cherrie frozen to the wall. 

"Um... little help?" muttered Madame Cherrie, still frozen to the wall.

Main Hall

Captain Cold stopped in the middle of the main hall, circling around with his cold gun pointed forward and looking for his red-wearing, particularly the blur that indicated what direction he was going. 

The Master of Absolute Zero finally realized where his enemy was once the song "Cherry Bomb" by the Runaways began blasting throughout the empty brothel and he spun around to find the Flash leaning against a jukebox with his arms crossed.

"This is my favorite song. I think it describes me," Flash said, happily. 

Growling, Captain Cold fired off a cold beam at the red-suited stallion, which Flash evaded by zipping over to the bar and causing Cold to freeze up the wall. 

"All right, Leonard, I really don't want to fight and I especially don't to want to miss dinner. Just surrender and we can end this peacefully."

"Thanks for the offer, kid, but I didn't give myself an early parole just to go back to ten-plus years of boredom," Captain Cold responded as he fired another cold beam at Flash, who zipped away, ending up behind the bar with his arms on his hips and looking down while shaking his head, disappointed and causing Cold to freeze up a small section of the bar along with a few stools.

"Why does nopony ever want to do things the easy way?" Flash muttered to himself.

Growling, Captain Cold fired off another cold beam at the Flash but the Scarlet Speedster zipped to the right, causing Cold to freeze the liquor cabinet behind Flash as the young stallion had just picked up one of the coasters from the bar and was admiring it.

"Wow. My mom would love these for the living room," Flash said to himself. 

Captain Cold fired off another cold blast but ended up freezing a section of the wall as Flash zipped to the right, lifted up the bottom portion of his mask to reveal his dark blue jaw as he picked up an opened beer bottle and tried some of his first beer.

And spat it out. 

"Yuck! How can dad and Typhoon drink this stuff? It tastes awful," Cyclone Twist said, looking at the beer bottle in disgust.

"Hold still, damn it!" Captain Cold screamed in frustration as he fired off another cold beam but Flash zipped away, dropping the beer bottle in the process and causing Cold to hit the last corner of the bar and the bottle in midair.

As Flash zipped over to the entertainment hall of the Stable of Ill Fame, he made sure to slap Cold in the stomach. But since Flash was moving at superspeed, the slap felt like a full-fledged punch to the gut and caused Cold to double over in pain and clutch his stomach in pain.

"You little twerp!" Captain Cold growled as he spun around, still holding his abdomen. Lifting up his head, he saw Flash on stage with his mask back down and looking through the songs list on the karaoke machine.

"Man, how many Lady Gaga songs and different versions of 'Let it Go' does this machine have?" Flash said as he turned to look at Captain Cold, getting back up. "They need to put more classic rock in here. And I liked 'Frozen' as much as the next guy but I'm more of an 'Aladdin' guy. You know, 'Whole New World', 'Prince Ali', that kind of stuff."

"Nice to know you have good taste," Captain Cold said as he lifted up his cold gun and fired another cold beam at his enemy that he once again dodged, causing him to freeze the stage.

Seeing the red blur coming right at him, instead of shooting a cold beam directly at his enemy, he fired a cold beam at the floor, freezing a small strip of the floor between the entertainment hall and the staircase, causing Flash to slip, fall on his front, and slide down the ice strip and crash into the stairway, ending up on his back and upside down, groaning.

With his enemy down, Captain Cold didn't take any chances and fired a cold beam at the fallen Flash, covering the scarlet speedster in solid ice, except for his head, catching Flash by surprise. 

"What's this about, Cold?" Flash asked, looking down at his frozen body and back up at the cold-themed villain.

"You saved my life, kid. For that, you have my gratitude," said Cold, remembering how the young hero had saved him from an explosion which surprised the cold-themed bank robber because he felt that anywhere else, he may have been left to die. "But I know my place, you know yours, and I can't have you getting in the way of my job."

"I can't move," said Flash, struggling against the ice.

"Mastery of absolute zero, kid. I stop movement altogether," explained Captain Cold.

"And yet you're using that mastery to rob ponies," Flash pointed out.

"Damn it, kid, don't talk like my freaking parole officer. If I wanted to hear about how I'm 'throwing my life away', I'd move back to Keystone City," with that, Captain Cold turned around and began making his way towards Madame Cherrie's office, not noticing Flash shaking his head rapidly and cracking the ice. "See you around, Flash. Good luck getting out of the ice."

Captain Cold stopped in his tracks once he heard the sound of ice cracking behind him. Spinning around and aiming his cold gun, Cold found nothing but a bunch of broken ice and the Flash had disappeared. 

Captain Cold spun around, looking all over for the young hero. Unfortunately, the only thing he got was a punch in the gut that he didn't see coming because he couldn't see his target since Flash was moving so fast that he couldn't be seen. The hit to the abdomen caused Cold to drop his cold and wrap his arms around his stomach, groaning in pain. He was then slapped across each side of the face about 10 times in less than a second and shot up after a swift kick in the butt.

"Yeow!" Captain Cold yelled as he stood up and rubbed his flank. Then he looked up to see Flash running at him at a slower speed that allowed Cold to see him raise his fist up and punch him in the face; the speed mixed with the punch sending Captain Cold flying back into the gift shop and crashing into several shelves lined with sex toys before falling on his rear along with several toys around him and a box labeled "Big Blue Meanie" hitting the top of his head, causing him to moan in pain as his head spun.

His villain down, Flash zipped into the gift shop, right in front of the fallen Captain Cold.

"Don't say that I didn't give you a chance to avoid this, Leonard," Flash chastised the fallen villain like a young child. 

"Oh... still beats living in Gotham," Captain Cold groaned before passing out on his side against the wall. 

Rolling his eyes, Flash zipped back into Madame Cherrie's office and stopped in front of the frozen madame.

"Sorry for leaving you hanging, Miss but I thought I should take Cold down before things got too extreme," Flash apologized.

"It's okay," Madame Cherrie replied, understandingly. 

"Are you okay?" Flash asked, worried for her safety.

"I can't move."

"Hold still," Flash put his hands on the ice surrounding Madame Cherrie and began vibrating his arms at superspeed, cracking the ice and freeing Madame Cherrie from her confines. Flash caught her before she fell to the floor, holding onto her.

"Can you walk?" Flash asked.

"My legs feel numb," Madame Cherrie replied, shivering slightly.

"Alright, I'm going to put your feet on the ground. Walk a bit," Flash said as he put her on her feet while letting her hold onto his shoulder as they walked.

"Get me to the main hall. I need to see the damage," Madame Cherrie demanded. 

"Okay, Miss but... I don't think you're going to like what you'll see."

The Main Hall, a Few Seconds Later

Madame Cherrie's right eye twitched as she observed the damage done to her establishment. 
Everything was covered in so much ice that she was starting to wonder if she was going to have to change the Stable of Ill Fame into Equestria's first whore-igloo. 

"What the hell were you two doing?" Madame Cherrie angrily as she glared at the young, nervous superhero whose shoulder she was still holding onto. 

Flash's eyes and head nervously darted around as he felt like he was being scolded by his parents. "Well... Miss... I... cold gun... um..."

Flash shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry?"

Madame Cherrie sighed and rubbed her temples as she let go of Flash, being able to walk again.

"My janitor is going to have a stroke when he sees this," Madame Cherrie groaned.

While she was distracted, Flash raised his left glove to check his digital watch and saw that he still had about 12 minutes left before dinner was ready. "I've got time."

"What?" before she could get an answer, Flash had zipped away in a red blur towards the janitor's closet then come out holding a broom and several buckets. Madame Cherrie's eyes widened and she could barely keep her jaw from dropping as she watched in less than a minute, Flash go over to each frozen section of the Stable, and break the ice apart into little cubes by pressing his hands against the ice and vibrating his arms at super sonic speed. He then swept all the broken ice into the buckets and placed all ten of them in front of the stunned madame. 

"There you go, Miss. That should be enough ice to last you a while," Flash said, cheerfully. "I'd help you with all the cocktail glasses but, um, I'm not sure where they go."

Madame Cherrie gave the young hero a smile. "That's okay, sweetie. Thank you for your help. I just wish there was a way I could repay you."

In a flash, Flash zipped over to the gift shop and came back to the perplexed madame, holding a candy bar. 

"Can I have this candy bar?" Flash asked, holding up the candy bar and looking like a young child.

Madame Cherrie gave him another smile and a small nod. "Of course, dear."

"Alright!" Flash turned around to lift up his mask, unwrap the candy bar, and eat it rapidly. What many didn't know is that since Cyclone Twist could run at super sonic speed, he burned calories faster than the average pony and he needed to refuel with large amounts of food to keep up his energy. 

Once he was done, Flash pulled his mask back down and took a look at his watch, realizing that he had ten minutes before dinner. "Aw, man, I have to get home or my parents will get worried. I have to go, miss. Take care."

With that, Flash gave her a quick hug then zipped out the door, making sure to throw away the candy bar wrapper in the trash on his way out.

Madame Cherrie smiled at the retreating superhero. "What a sweet young stallion. And they say chivalry's dead."

Outside, Flash raced towards his home in Clouds Dale by running down the streets of Ponyville then using his superspeed to run up a mountain that was a few miles away from his house. Once he reached the top, Flash did a back-flip, effortlessly landing on the clouds then spinning around and running towards his house.

Dash Household

Nimbostratus looked down at his watch.

"I better go get Cyclone Twist," the patriarch of the Dash family got up and made his way towards his youngest child's bedroom.

Cyclone Twist's Bedroom

Flash zipped into his bedroom by jumping through his open window. Unfortunately, he jumped in too fast and ended up crashing into his open closet, ending up on his face and knees in a pile of his own clothes on the floor with his flank and tail sticking out of the pile. 

Groaning as he turned around and sat down, Flash pulled a discarded pair of shorts off his head then lifted up his left arm and pulled up the glove to see that he got home with about 7 minutes to spare. 

"Made it," Cyclone Twist grinned underneath his mask. 

"Cyclone Twist!" Cyclone Twist looked up as he heard a knocking on his bedroom along with his father's deep voice.

"Aw, jeez!" Cyclone Twist muttered worriedly as he pulled off his mask and began tugging at his costume. "Just a second, dad!" 

Outside, 30 Seconds Later

Nimbostratus watched as the door opened slightly and his youngest son, Cyclone Twist, stepped out.

"Yeah, dad?" Cyclone Twist asked, leaning against his bedroom door.

Nimbostratus looked his son over with confusion. "Cyclone Twist, why is your shirt backwards and why aren't you wearing any pants?"

Cyclone Twist's eyes widened as he looked down at himself and found out that in his haste to hide his costume and answer the door, he had put his black t-shirt on the wrong way and he was only wearing his "Con Air" boxers.

"Um..."

Nimbostratus, remembering himself when he was his son's age, held up his hand and gave him a small, reassuring smile.

"You know what, son? It's none of my business. Just get dressed and get to the table. Dinner's ready," Nimbostratus gave his son a pat on the shoulder and walked off to the dining room to meet with the rest of the family.

His father gone, Cyclone Twist closed the door and pressed his back against it, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Phew!" Cyclone Twist wiped some sweat off his brow. Then snapped his fingers in frustration when he realized something. "Aw, dang it, I forgot to ask Madame Cherrie about those coasters."

Cyclone Twist shrugged his shoulders as he went to go get dressed. "Oh, well. I'm sure she'll help if I ask."

Later that Night

Blizzard, the second youngest of the Dash siblings at 18, yawned as he laid down on his bed and covered himself. Being a Friday night, the young stallion decided that he wanted nothing more than to sleep in, not needing to be up early the next morning.

Suddenly, before he could even fall asleep, a bright green light glowed from underneath his bed, waking Blizzard up.

"Seriously? Now?!" Blizzard growled. Rolling his eyes, the cyan Pegasus pulled aside the covers and got off the bed. Turning around and kneeling down, Blizzard pulled his two little secrets out from underneath his bed. 

A green ring and a green lantern.

What no one knew besides Blizzard himself is that these two things were given to him by an alien he had found that crash landed on a beach he was visiting.

"Well, it's not like I had anything else to do," putting the ring on his right middle finger, Blizzard pressed it against the lantern, or "Power Battery" as it was called, and it began to glow as he recited the oath.

"In brightest day. In blackest night. No evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil's might, beware my power- Green Lantern's light!" with the oath recited, Blizzard was covered in a green light and once it receded, he stood up wearing a black-and-green bodysuit with a green lantern-like emblem in a white circle on his chest, along with green boots, white gloves, and a green domino mask.

Blizzard had transformed into Equestria's emerald crusader, the Green Lantern.

"Time to go kick some ass," with that, Blizzard opened up his window and used his ring to envelop himself in a green glow and flew out the window, his ring allowing him to fly faster than before.

As Green Lantern flew through the skies of Ponyville, a woman's voice caught his attention.

"Hey, Blizzard."

Green Lantern's eyes widened at the idea that somepony knew his secret identity. "What?!"

Green Lantern saw a shapely mare with a gold hawk-like helmet with her long red hair hanging out the back, sleeveless green-and-yellow top that exposed her flat, muscular stomach; green pants, red boots, gold belt, and, most striking, grey hawk-like wings and holding a mace in her hand flying next to him. 

"You didn't think that all because I can't see your cheekbones that I wouldn't know it was you, did you?" the hawk-like mare asked, grinning.

Blizzard took a long look at the mare's red hair and her light amberish grey coat and realized who the other new hero in town he was talking to was. "Peppermint Twist?!"

"When I'm in costume, the name's Hawk Filly. There's a robbery half a mile east from here and I'm calling dibs. Make sure to tell Cyclone Twist I said hi," Hawk Filly aka Peppermint Twist said as she dived down to the right towards her destination, leaving Green Lantern floating in the air, dumbfounded.

"I'm never making fun of Twist's crush again," Blizzard said aloud as he rubbed his chin and thought out loud. "I wonder who else in Equestria is joining the whole 'superhero' game?"

Manehattan

In the Equestrian city that never sleeps, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Dragons, the four mutated dragons who were trained in the art of ninja were sitting down on a rooftop, bored out of their minds with nothing to do. No robberies, no muggings, not even a lost cat. 

"Hey, Donny..." Michelangelo, the shortest of his brothers in orange, lifted up the bottom of his mask to show his light green face and razor-sharp teeth to his tall, lanky, pine green brother in purple. "Do I have anything in my teeth?"

"No," Donatello replied, leaning against bo staff. 

"This is dull!" Raphael, the tall, muscular, dark green mutant dragon in red yelled, standing up. "This is driving me nuts. I need action. I need adventure. I need to punch!"

Raphael emphasized his point by punching at the air.

"Gee, Raph, it's as if you actually like it when other ponies are in danger," Donatello snarled at his brother. 

"Up yours, Donatello. You always wish more strip clubs were being attacked so you'd have an excuse to look at naked chicks," Raphael growled at his brother.

"Asshole," Donatello muttered under his breath. 

"Look, as much as I'd hate to say it, Raph's got a point. What do we do? I really don't feel like going home," Leonardo, the slim and athletic dragon in blue with swords on his back, asked his brothers.

"You guys wanna sneak into the dollar theater? The popcorn's still good at this hour and I heard they're showing 'Heavy Metal'," Michelangelo suggested as he stood up and pulled his mask back down. 

The four mutated dragons got an answer once they heard an explosion behind them. Jumping to their feet, the four brothers ran to the edge of the building and looked down to see a Subaru dealership on fire and all the Subaru Imprezas that were on sale being kicked around and thrown by Slash; the 7', hulk-like grey mutant dragon in black who was laughing as he destroyed the car lot like a spoiled child, laughing all the way. 

"It's Slash!" Donatello yelled.

"What's his problem with nice cars that get good gas mileage?" asked Michelangelo.

"Who cares? We all know what this means, right, Leo?" Raphael said as he elbowed his blue wearing brother. 

"We take down Slash's overgrown butt and then it's pizza time!" declared Leonardo.

"YEAH!!!" all four brothers said as Raphael took out his sais, Michelangelo took out his nunchucks, Leonardo took out his swords, and Donatello held on to his staff.

All four then jumped off the building they were on, holding onto their weapons as they jumped down to battle their sadistic bully of a mutant dragon.

"Hey, Slash!" the black wearing mutant dragon holding a car over his head looked up to see the four ninja dragons coming down towards him.

"Cowabunga!!!" Michelangelo yelled out his battle cry.