Summary: The last thing Barry needed to deal with was a new meta-human, nonetheless it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter. What he didn't count on though was being caught in the meta-human's abilities. Blind and practically defenseless the last person Barry expects to save is Leonard Snart. But what are his motives and why... why does Barry feel so damn safe with him?

Parings: ColdFlash (Barry AllenxLeonard Snart)

"So The Fear Freezer-"

A loud irritated groan left Caitlin's lips at Cisco's new title.

"Cisco," She whined. "You're supposed to be getting better at this not worse."

"Hey," Cisco exclaimed as he crossed his arms over his chest, showcasing that he was offended. "It's better then-'The Rainbow Raider'."

Caitlin mimicked Cisco's actions, crossing her own arms defensively over her chest.

"Maybe if I got more chances to name them I'd get better at it."

Cisco puckered his lips. "Well maybe-"

"Guys?" Simultaneously both techs turned to the third occupant of the room.

Barry Allen donned in his red flash uniform looked between the two with nothing short of impatience. "Are you being serious right now? We need to get this guy."

"Oh yeah…"

"Sorry Barry."

Cisco turned back the computer biting his bottom lip. It felt odd. This was the first time they were dealing with a new meta-human (unless you count the gorilla Grodd) without Dr. Wells'-Eobard Thawne's-help. Cisco had a feeling that if he were here, being the same as they originally knew him as, his and Caitlin's squabble over something so silly would have been put to rest quicker. It most likely wouldn't have begun in the first place.

"So The Fear Freezer or whatever you end up calling him. What's his MO?" There was a thick coat of exhaustion in Barry's voice. All of them were still exhausted in fact, still reeling from the events that plagued them in the previous day's, from Dr. Wells' true identity, Eddie's kidnapping (and eventual rescue), Captain Cold's betrayal which they should've seen coming and the subsequent release of the meta-humans. It was a lot to deal with.

It was Caitlin's idea to have Iris search the net for any signs of the missing meta-humans. While she didn't find anything about the four escaped meta-humans she did find someone new. Multiple accounts of people going through the same unusual thing, overwhelming fear that trapped them the moment they were locked with the cold blue eyes of some meta-human (those blue eyes were the only physical attribute any of them remembered). The experiences were all pretty much the same though, being literally frozen in fear for no reason whatsoever. That was until the meta-human approached them. The articles got vaguer after that happened.

"There were 13 articles Iris found and most likely that's not all of them." Caitlin explained. Iris relayed the information to her directly so she knew it better then Cisco. "We narrowed down the area and time where he strikes."

Looking over Caitlin's shoulder, Barry looked at her computer screen where the map was displayed. Barry's gaze fell to the top of the screen and he quickly realized Iris was the one who made the map and sent it to Caitlin. In truth, the more she got involved the more worrisome it became for him.

"So are we sure it's a meta-human and not some kind of drug?" Barry asked curiously, not that he wouldn't put a stop to it if it wasn't a meta-human but he needed to be sure.

"Of course." Caitlin nodded. "There is no possible way he could have drugged all those people. Plus, a drug like that is practically impossible."

"Isn't that what you said about a drug that could give you super strength?" Cisco reminded with a smirk.

Caitlin rolled her eyes. "I did say practically..."

Barry nodded. "Still, I'll go check it out now." In a flash he changed from his costume to his normal set of clothing.

Cisco gave a curious look. "Uh Barry..?"

"This way I could actually ask around." Barry explained.

Caitlin frowned as something clicked in her head. "Don't you usually go with Joe or Eddie to these kinds of things?"

"Joe's swamped with Captain Singh away and Eddie's still shaken from what happened." At least he hoped that was it. If it weren't for the kidnapping Barry would describe it as more of the cold shoulder. He would've been happy about that a few months ago, but now he considered Eddie a friend and a trustworthy one at that. As for Joe, Joe was still somewhat ticked at him for the meta-human situation and trusting Cold. He didn't feel like asking for his help at the moment. "So I'm on my own this time." Barry finished.

Both Cisco and Caitlin frowned at this,

"I don't like the sound of that." Cisco stated. Barry waved him off.

"Come on Cisco. I am the Flash, remember?"

Barry attempted a reassuring smile but worry was still evident on both his friends' faces.

"Keep your phone on." Caitlin said suddenly. "Okay?"

"Of course." Barry nodded. Though unwarranted he did appreciate Caitlin and Cisco's concern for his wellbeing. "See you guys later."

And then Barry was gone.

The map took him to a less populated part of Central City in the far end of town. The idea was for Barry to look within the perimeter highlighted in the map. It wasn't too large, if he used his speed he'd be done easily. But Barry already told Cisco and Caitlin he wanted to actually investigate, and it wasn't like he could do that dressed as the Flash. There was also the fact he didn't really feel like being around particularly anyone. The atmosphere just wasn't the same after the meta-humans escaped and though he knew he'd have to fix it one way or another he choose to hold off on it.

Time flew by while Barry checked out the area. In the last few hours he'd gotten 1 text from Joe telling him Singh was back in (which meant Joe was off duty), 3 from Caitlin (2 asking if he were alright and 1 asking him to pick up dinner for her on his way back) and he spent a while texting Cisco back and forth about the new episode of The Vampire Diaries (Cisco cried) but eventually Cisco didn't text back. Barry assumed he got caught up in something or another. Nothing from Eddie or Iris though.

"Help me."

If it weren't so quiet Barry would never have heard the tiny voice. There was no malicious in it, hell there wasn't even any strength in it. Still, Barry knew better then to let his guard down.

Barry turned to face the person careful to avoid staring into his eyes. One of the things Cisco had mentioned earlier was to avoid eye contact. Cisco guessed it was the method the meta-human used to unleash his powers. From what he could tell the man's skin was pale as snow, unnaturally so. The man shivered uncontrollably and it seemed like he struggled to stand. Barry approached him feeling his suspicion waver more and more at each of the man's deep breathes.

Then, despite Barry's better judgments, he looked at the man's face. The man's eyes weren't even on him however, rather at the floor. His eyes were brown. Instantly he felt relief wash over him, the meta-human's eyes were defiantly blue so this wasn't him and he didn't accidently fall into a trap. That relief was soon replaced by concern as the man toppled over.

"Hey," Barry bent down putting a hand to the man's shoulder. Even through his shirt Barry could feel the coldness of his skin and he flinched back at it. "What happened?" His tone was gentle.

"I-I can't..." Tears fell from the man's face while he shook his head.

"I could help." Barry hesitantly took the man's cold hand in his warm one as a means of comfort. The man did not react well. He reacted violently.

Jumping up from the ground and pushing Barry away in the process, he cried incoherently.

"Get away! D-don't touch me!" Then he took off in a sprint away from Barry. Barry knew he could catch him easily, but then what? Bring him the hospital? He didn't even know the man's name. He did know that he needed help though and he wasn't about to abandon him.

"Hey-"

"Poor lad." Instinctively and without thought Barry turned to the voice.

His heart skipped a beat. It was as if his feet melted into the ground and he couldn't breathe. He felt frozen both figuratively and literally.

God did his chest hurt. Like the weight of the world was on his shoulders and everything around him was crashing down and overwhelming him. Barry's breath caught in his throat and finally his legs gave out. When did they get so heavy? They felt like lead now-hell his whole body felt like lead. It was like he was going to drop at any given moment. Then he did drop, forward that is.

He was caught though.

Two hands held his cheeks keeping him upright. His vision was blurry and hazy and for some reason beginning to darken though Barry didn't feel like he was going to pass out or fall asleep. But there was one thing before him he could make out. Blue eyes. Crap. There was a hand behind his head now; gently the hand let him fall back on the ground.

"Beautiful."

That stupid word made Barry feel so sick. A more sophisticated word for it was objectified. Then he felt someone looming over him. Felt. Why couldn't he see? Everything was so dark except for those cold blue eyes. Soon he felt a leg swing around him; someone was now straddling his waist. Was this the meta-human? Of course it was. Stronger legs than his own kept him pinned down. Why couldn't he move? He was a speedster who was practically frozen, that wasn't right. Cisco did call the meta-human the Fear Freezer though... and god did he feel scared.

A cool hand slipped under his shirt and a shiver ran down his spine-no it ran through his whole body. Smoothing and caressing his abdomen in way that made Barry feel bile rise in his throat, the man's hand inched closer to chest.

"Please." Barry begged in a small whisper so unlike his usual voice. "Stop."

This led to a laugh, strong and cocky. A hand roughly grabbed Barry from behind his neck and pulled him forward. Lips crashed against his own forcefully with nothing remotely passionate. Not spark or weightless feeling like he was on top of the world.

"Soon pet." The man purred in his ear. Giving his ear a slimy lick he added. "I promise." It made Barry's skin crawl. The meta-human gently laid Barry down once more and Barry knew for a fact that things were only going to get worse. A hand caressed his cheek and then traveled down slowly from his chest to his abdomen and then too far under that for his liking. Fingers nimbly undid his jeans, soon slipping underneath and caressing the sensitive skin of his thigh in a smooth fashion that made water gather in Barry's eyes.

Once again he was going to be a victim. Once again everyone would give him that terrible look he so much dreaded. The look he spent more then half of his childhood receiving and sometimes still did receive to this day. He wasn't a kid anymore though. He was The Flash. A freakin superhero like The Arrow! Speaking of which -what would Oliver think...? Felicity? Never mind Joe and …Iris.

No. He wouldn't be the victim again. Barry Allen would not go down without a fight. Every muscle in his body felt unmovable, it was like he was puppet who you could pull in any direction without consequence. A doll. No. He wouldn't let this happen.

Then Barry moved. Not his usual above average speed but he moved. Theories rushed through his mind trying to understand how it was possible to defy the other meta-human's abilities but none of them mattered because he was moving and-and he couldn't access his speed. Upon realizing this Barry didn't need to guess why it worked. It was like the speed he gained from the particle accelerator was now filling in for his original speed, the one the meta-human froze, but in doing so he lost his powers. Temporarily. Cisco mentioned that eventually the victim's were able to move again. Only if Barry had asked how much time it took…

Barry moved, not as quickly as he wished but quickly enough, he kicked his legs up hoping he'd land a kick. Reality dawned on Barry all too soon however when his foot was in the air and he realized he had no idea where to kick. What a stupid plan. Rash. Even without being paralyzed Barry was still temporarily blind. He had no chance at winning. Hell, even if he did have his sight it wasn't like he knew how to fight. Not like Oliver-Barry was pretty sure he wouldn't even be able to beat Iris in an honest fight. Why hadn't he realize this? Why hadn't he done something smart before revealing he could move? If Barry had to blame anything though, it would've been the hand that had been traveling down him dangerously low.

Barry scrambled to stand. Little did he know this was a futile effort. The meta-human was fine without a hit on him, without breaking a sweat the man pushed Barry back to the ground.

"You could move." The man cackled. Like he just spotted a new toy he wanted to play with right away. He was shaking in anticipation. This guy was a psychopath. There was no doubt in Barry's mind about that. "This will make things…" Barry could see it in his head. That evil Cheshire cat smile from Alice in Wonderland on the man's face as he said that single sadistic word. "Fun."

And then Barry swung. Aiming in the direction he'd heard the voice come from Barry swept his leg and felt it actually hit something. Then a thud. Barry got him. He got him. This time Barry knew better then to get swept up in the moment though. All the man did was fall. It wasn't like Barry could knock him out by simply tripping him alone. Barry got to his feet as fast as he possibly could. The risk of crashing into a wall and potentially knocking himself out (it would happen to him) would be better then what the man had planned.

He didn't get chance to even take one step though as that cold hand grabbed his ankle and tugged. Barry fell flat on his stomach with his knees scraping against the ground. The man still had his ankle and was dragging him backwards. Dragging Barry across the ground with his skull hitting the concrete again, finally Barry screamed.

Then it dawned on him. He may not be able to see or use his speed but he could yell. Someone could hear him and help him. So that's just what he did. Barry shrieked at the top of his lungs. It felt alien to him. People screamed when they needed help- when they hurt. In the last year he needed help and was in more pain then ever in his life before, but he practically never screamed. He always knew he'd be okay. This time was different. He didn't know and he was sacred.

"No one's gonna hear you little bitch." No longer did the meta-human's tone hold any amusement. No. Now it held a righteous anger. If Barry had to guess why it'd be that the kick he delivered. In a way that made him proud.

Despite the man's words Barry continued screaming. The only got louder when he felt the meta begin to climb over him. The man's knees digging in behind his own pinning his legs down, forcing them open.

Barry shrieked.

Louder than any of his yells before the man didn't hold back his boastful laughter as he pushed Barry's back down so the boy was lying flat on his stomach.

Barry squirmed. No longer was he even able to think-no all he could do is panic and scream. He remembered that man from before. The one who ran away. Would he get help? He was one of the meta-human's many victims, there was no question about that in Barry's mind. His voice was so small… was that from screaming? Why did no one help him? Why was no one helping Barry? Why didn't he think it was the least bit strange that this place, no matter how small it was, was practically deserted?

"Get off!" Barry felt warm tears running down his face. No matter what he did-no matter how hard he tried he couldn't win. Then he fell. Barry's breathing was deep and labored as he released just how exhausted he was from struggling. Then he felt the hand on his pants.

"No-no-you need to stop-"

Everything he worse under his shirt dropped below his thighs in one pull.

"I'm begging you-"

A finger was that a finger? Barry prayed it was a finger beginning to enter him.

"-please! You-"

It was inside him. Digging deeper and spreading-spreading him.

"-you have to stop!"

A chuckle. Why was he chuckling? Another finger.

"STOP!"

Then nothing. Barry felt nothing. The finger's had slipped out in seconds-no-they had been pulled out when the meta-human had been pulled away from him.

The meta-human was away from him.

Was he safe? What happened? He still couldn't see but he felt-goddamn he felt so much. He felt the stains of tears on his cheeks. He felt himself uncontrollably shaking-uncontrollably sobbing- so utterly and completely defeated. He felt sick. He still couldn't even see ...but he could hear though. What he heard was- what he heard was someone else. Not the meta-human. Someone else was fighting the meta-human. Someone had actually saved him.

Barry scrambled to flip himself over. He felt like he had when the meta-human originally used his powers on Barry, before he figured out how to actually move. Only this time was worse. This time he had a reason for feeling like that. Barry pulled his pants up to the best of his abilities; they ended up hanging loosely around his waist. He didn't even attempt to search for the zipper (or were they buttons?). His hands were shaking too much to be able to grab anything.

Then the sound of a punch rung through the air. Someone's body fell. Who? Barry wanted to get up and run. He didn't care if he ran into the street and got hit by a car. If the meta-human had won…Barry couldn't bare to think of the thing's that monster would do to him. The actions he was so close to performing only minutes prior.

"You alright kid?" The familiar voice rung in his ears and just for one single moment Barry felt safe. Then reality reeled him in. He couldn't see. His speed was limited and if he didn't have the physical prowess to take on the other guy he knew for a fact he couldn't take out Leonard Snart.

"Flash?" And Cold knew exactly who he was. Cold was looking at him. Cold was seeing the mess he was. Of all the people to rescue him it just had to be a villain.

"You okay?" Those words took Barry by surprise. He heard concern-why was Captain Cold concerned? Captain Cold who lived up to his name is every sense of the word?

"Guess I owe you one now, huh?" Barry wanted so desperately for his tone to come out humorous so Cold wouldn't pick up on how vulnerable he truly felt. It didn't. Instead he sounded pathetic, like he was on the verge of tears. What the hell was he even thinking? Verge of tears? He was already crying- albeit silently.

Barry heard Cold's footsteps approach before him and Barry reactively cringed. What now? Was he even in a better situation? Yes. Cold freezing him from head to toe was better then... that. Even though he still couldn't see, Barry knew his body well enough to be able to bring his hands up to cup them over his face. To hide. As pathetic as it felt (he couldn't imagine how it looked) Barry was just so tired.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Leonard's voice was angry. Wait. Captain Cold-the most suave villain Barry's ever been up against, who even remained calm when he was getting arrested, was angry? If anything Barry thought the man would be smiling like he it was Christmas. For any other enemy of The Flash it would be. Barry wasn't sure exactly what made Cold different but he was. So different.

"You're freezing." His voice was gentle and so were his hands when he slipped them over Barry's trembling ones, delicately guiding them away from his face. Slowly Barry opened his eyes, but there wasn't anything to look at. Still only aimless black in his sight. For some reason he felt like Cold was looking at him. Observing him. He didn't know why.

"I'm serious," Cold spoke again. Serious about what? Barry's throat hurt. No doubt it was from the screaming. Strong and cool once more, Leonard went on. "What's wrong with you Flash?" Flash? He was the Flash. It was as if that had completely slipped his mind in his panic. In fact it did. Being The Flash didn't change what happened. It didn't change how he felt. It didn't change how he was shaking in front of his enemy.

"You saw what happened." Barry's voice was hollow when he spoke. Then he felt a stab of pain in his already dry throat. Still, the words needed to be stated. He was already going to have to be careful when he got up and walked, he didn't feel like being careful about his words for no other reason then to spare someone's feelings. Even if they were his own.

"Yeah," Leonard's voice was low and underlined with anger. "That piece of shit was about to rape you."

Barry flinched. So Cold wasn't going to jump in hoops around the topic either. Good. Not good. Barry felt like he couldn't breathe. Only momentarily however, his breath returned to him quickly in the form of long pants of air. In and out. In and out. He could hear himself breathing-oh boy did he sound ridiculous. The other thing he noticed was a hand on his back. Cold's hand. He remembered how the other man had freaked when Barry tried to comfort him. For whatever reason he didn't feel like that, most likely because despite Leonard's (many) faults, Barry knew the man was no rapist.

"Meta-human, right?" It was a weird balance. Comforting but not pitying. A strange combination that Barry was oddly grateful for in Cold's tone of voice. "Did he take away your powers?"

"Yes." Barry's throat didn't hurt as much anymore. He still felt something, only it was much softer now. Still, his words came out with next to no emotion. In truth he didn't really care. "We thought his ability was to freeze people with fear when they looked into his eyes."

"Was it?"

"It was more. It was a petrifaction to everything."

"Including your powers?"

"Including my powers."

He was an idiot. He just admitted to Cold that he was indeed completely helpless. Still, Barry didn't feel any regret. In fact he didn't even feel scared. Not of Cold anyway. He felt safe. (Even though he knew he shouldn't have.)

"Will they come back?"

"Yes."

"Soon?"

"I don't know." For the first time Barry's voice wavered. "The only reason I could move now is because of my powers."

"Alright." Still no malicious. No sign of amusement. Nothing villainous.

"You can't see." Captain Cold wasn't usually one to state the obvious. He was smart. No, this was a statement and he was waiting for Barry to confirm it. Barry could only imagine what he looked like in front of the thief. Staring aimlessly into nothingness.

"What are you going to do to me?" And that diminished the somewhat peaceful atmosphere instantly. The words left his lips before Barry could even process them in his mind.

"You're cold." Snart's voice was indifferent now. He had ignored the question. That was not a good sign. Did it mean he didn't have a good answer? On the flip side of things the irony was unfathomable, Captain Cold calling The Flash cold? If Barry felt better he would have laughed.

Barry didn't reply. For a moment there was just silence. Uncomfortable silence. Then there were footsteps. First loud and then small and then gone. Cold was gone. Barry felt his heart drop. He was alone again. He could either wait for his powers and eyesight to return or he could stand up and go out literally blind.

Then he heard it once more. Footsteps. And for whatever reason Barry felt better. He didn't dwell on why. He just let himself sink into that feeling. Because after everything it just felt so nice. The footsteps grew louder and then he knew Cold stood before him. The thief bent down and-

There was a cold hand on his cheek.

coldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold

Captain Cold-Leonard Snart's hands were warm.

"I'm gonna kill that guy." The words were spoken calmly as the meta-human caressed Barry's cheek. "Waiting so damn long to leave. So unfair. I was almost scared he was going to leave with you."

Barry couldn't see. He couldn't run. But still, he could move. He would fight. He was not going to sit down and let the meta-human finish what he started.

nononononononoNO!

Barry didn't know how he even thought of it. But he did. He dragged the man's wrist up into the air with his right hand and punched him in the stomach with his left. Even with his dominate hand Barry wouldn't be called strong. His left hand wasn't his dominate hand. But it packed one hell of a punch. Straight into the gut. Barry heard the meta-human double over, gasp and struggle to breathe.

"You're dead you little-"

Click.

Then it was over.

A shiver escaped Barry. He was so numb that it didn't matter that there was a large block of ice in front of him. In fact he was glad of it.

"I just went to grab something."

He came back.

"I didn't think this piece of shit would wake up."

He came back.

"Are you okay?"

He came back.

"Barry?"

He came back.

Never in his life did Barry Allen think he'd be so relieved at someone's death. Not even the death of the Reverse Flash would give him this much relief (mostly because he needed to get the confession out of him first).

"Damn." Cold cursed. Barry sat silently as Cold approached him.

"Here." Something warm looped over his shoulders. A parka. No, not just a parka but Leonard Snart's parka. Which said man was currently adjusting on him, buttoning it up starting from the bottom.

"What are you doing?"

"Did you think I was going to leave you?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"Did you think I was going to leave you?"

"Yes."

Leonard paused. His hands rested over the top button, the last one. Slowly, he resumed.

"I'm not a monster."

Barry's lips parted and remained that way for the better part of a minute. He didn't have a response. He barely knew the man when he thought about it. Leonard Snart. Thief. Smart. Cunning. Hanso-no. His father was in jail. His little sister was sort of a bitch but he loved her. His best friend may or may not be a psychopath. Wait, was Mick Rory his best friend? Barry honestly had no clue.

"Are you wearing your glasses?" If Leonard could ignore his questions than he could do the same to his, but then again what Leonard said was more of a statement then a question…

"They're called goggles."

That was not the reaction Barry expected. It was almost childish the way he said it.

"Are you?" Barry repeated his question but felt a faint smile on his face.

"Yes."

Barry released a deep sigh. Finally, it felt like no longer did he have that crushing feeling in his chest. "That's probably why he couldn't influence you."

It was also probably the reason I can't see his eyes like I saw the meta-humans. But why did that matter now? Did it really matter if he saw the man's eyes or not? Yet Barry still found himself longing to do just that. Maybe it was just the idea of seeing something other than those cold blue eyes? But then again, from what he remembered Leonard's eyes were blue too.

"Huh.."

Without Barry asking Len had taken off his goggles. Barry saw his eyes. Yes, they were blue. But nothing like the meta-humans. Len's eyes were deep and warm (despite his name). They made him feel saf-no. What was he thinking? Leonard Snart was shallow and not deep at all but he did make him feel safe.

"Barry?"

"Wha-oh-yeah?"

"Don't freak out."

"Why would-what the hell are you doing?" An arm wrapped around his back, more like over (under?) his back, his hand holding onto (wrapped around) Barry's shoulder. The other hand snaked itself under the crock of Barry's knees and then Cold lifted. Barry's legs swung up and he felt his head dip back-no. Not back. Right. Against Cold's chest. Secretly Barry was relieved his arms were trapped underneath the parka Leonard had wrapped around him. If they weren't he was pretty sure he'd be pushing against this and they'd both end up falling. Still…

"Why are you helping me?" Barry was generally curious and his tone of voice said it.

Cold smirked.

"Didn't I tell you before? I'm not a monster."

Barry frowned. "That isn't an answer and that doesn't explain-" –what brought Cold to this place? Moreover, why was he helping Barry? He didn't need to be so kind, so gentle with him but he was. Saying I'm not a monster wasn't an answer, it was an excuse. Barry would've asked all these things if it weren't the wave of dizziness that struck him.

"Barry?" Leonard arched an eyebrow at the meta-human's slowly closing eyes. Not a smirk or a grin but a soft genuine smile was on his face as he stared down at Barry.

Wha… ?

"Sweet dreams scarlet."

A/N

So I'm going to pretend for my stories sake that the confrontation between The Reverse Flash/ Wells/ Eobard happened a while after what happened with the meta-humans.

So I spent 6 consecutive hours writing this. Probably more if you count all the times I flipped to it during class. I originally planned a one shot but obviously this is not that. I don't have it in me to write anymore but I can't not publish this. I hope that it was enjoyed by whoever chooses to read it (thanks for that by the way). I feel very iffy about it. This is a new writing style for me and I have no idea if I'm going to go on with it. As for the story I have no idea when to expect the next chapter. Maybe soon? At most this'll turn out to be three chapters (unless something changes I dunno what).

This is my first official slash fanfic and ColdFlash is my otp. It became my otp overnight (coincidently it was the night Rogue Air premiered). I hope that it's okay and everyone was in character. If you can't tell I feel very nervous about publishing this. Oh, also this is the most graphic I've ever gotten. I'm rating it Mature so that's new for me.

Finally I really hope you enjoyed it so far and hopefully the next chapter will be out soon.

PS. I know the name sucks please forgive me I'm terrible with titles.