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The bite caught Bart off gaurd, and he turned to face the new attacker, thinking Slade to be in pretty bad shape from being a human speed bag. "Ohsoitstwoononeisit?NomatterIcantakeyaboth!" Bart could still feel the earth shake from the fight between two near gods a quarter mile away. Good. Kara. Is. Still. In. The. Game. I. Hope. She. Is. Doing. Alright.
Bart dodged the ravens, ducking here and jumping there. A shadow bolt grazed his other shoulder as he evaded one of the opaque birds. With the number of shadow demons that accosted Kid Flash it was almost impossible for him to get to the Shade, Bart realized that "range" was the name of the game. He let two of the demons grab on to him and then vibrated while shaking them too, the demons ended up as shredded black gooey matter. Bart took this opportunity and spun his arm around in a short concentrated circle, a small but powerful tornado hit Shade and spun him back against the wall. Bart kept the pressure on, he grabbed a bunch of cd's and threw them at the shadow birds cutting them in half while he grabbed the comforter from the bed to wrap the Shade in. A quick glance let him know that Deathstroke was still prone and immobile on the floor.
The Shade was starting to get up.
"This'll be over in a second"-Bart thought to himself. His attention was focused on the Shade and he didn't look at the floor where Shade had made some of the shadows grow short but vicious spikes. The pain was immediate and Bart yelped in pain. He stumbled forward and, with horror, realized that he would fall on the shadow and probably be cut to ribbons himself like he did the demons. It dawned on him how silent his two attackers had been throughout the attack and how serious they had fought. He saw himself falling forward in slow motion. This wasn't just an attack, it wasn't a "whack and snatch". They were trying to kill him, they even took Kara out of the picture to make sure of this. A knot formed in his throat and his stomach and he realized that if he didn't do something he would be in big trouble. Fighting against his body's self preservation instincts, he moved his other leg forward and stepped on the spikes. He screamed out, but had the comfort that he was now re-balanced and pushed up and out to jump clear of the pooled shadow.
To the Shade's credit, he had started to act as Kid Flash composed himself, but the young speedster used the jump and drop-kicked the dark man. He grunted in pain as his bloodied feet connected, but at least it meant that he had hit his target. The Shade held on to the wall he was once again slammed to trying not to fall to the floor. Bart started to get up to finish the stunned Shade when he felt a small sting on his back. He heard Deathstroke's laughter. He wanted to KO the Shade before the paralysis set in but found that he had instead thrown a punch as soon as he thought it without even getting close to the Shade. He felt his heart and thoughts racing and his body tremble. He tried to calm himself but couldn't. Turning around was about the last thing he could will his body to do.
"You didn't want to be paralyzed, right? This is something I concocted a while back and have been itching to try out."- said Deathstroke in a gloating manner. Bart could barely make out his attacker as Deathstroke walked towards him, the shaking was getting worse and he felt as if his head was pounding fit to burst. He clenched his jaw as the shaking worsened and threatened to shatter his teeth.
"This"-continued the Slade-
"is a little something that induces seizures while accelerating the metabolism. Since you speedster types like to "shake" yourselves through stuff so much I wondered what would happen if you suddenly lost control of this." Slade walked over to the Shade and stood beside him-
"C'mon, Shade; snap out of it. You don't want to miss this! When the Shade looked up he saw Bart lying on the floor as his body spasmed. There were moments where he would slow down and you could see that he was foaming at the mouth, but those moments grew shorter and shorter as the young man lost more control of his motor functions and started shaking at superspeed. The floor hummed in sympathetic vibrations.
"If he keeps this rate, what's to stop him from shaking his own molecules apart?"- said the Shade as he stared in morbid fascination at the youngster's blurred form.
"Nothing!"- replied Deathstroke with glee.
