Greedy Flames

"Guys, help me! I'm about to die of exhaustion!!" The Flash ran on in utter exhaustion, his speed gradually declining. Yes, he was much faster than the Time Wraiths, but they would not tire. He would. Whenever he looked back, the Time Wraiths' hollow eye sockets stared straight at him, making his skin crawl. He truly did not want to keep tangling with such bizarre creatures. "Cold, Barry. Extreme cold can restrain it!" Harrison said. "Caitlin?" "No, Barry. I can't become Killer Frost.