Burn (Finished! Working on sequel!)

After The Flash: Age 23

After three years of all of this craziness, things finally started to settle down. The survivors made a new 'Land'. The people who survived the explosion, well we all call it "The Flash." 

It's now After The Flash and life is better then ever. I now moved into a place called Crane Town. Then, off in the distance, there's For Outlook, for the USCPF. The CDF take care of us here at CT. People get along pretty well, but one day, there was something that caught my eye.

"Bidding day! Bidding Day!" A man called out. There was a small area outside where there were people lined up on either side of a podium. I read a sign nearby. It said: Slaves for sale! That's when I understood. I smirked, walking up to this 'bidding area.'

There were so many to choose from: One caught my eye. "Oi!" Running up to the man, I put on a proud smile. "I'll take this one, for 10,000 PWD." (PWD was the currency now, Otherwise known as Pre-War Dollars.) 

I grabbed the new slave and gave him a good look. "I'll call you hound..." I gave a wicked grin, looking up at the snowy sky. 

The island of Hawaii was now in an internal winter, the Flash messed up all of the atmosphere and ozone and stuff like that. Now, we're all wearing snow stuff because we're all stuck in 4 feet of snow. 

"Now, let's go, Hound. Heel." I now had my own pet, It was time to pay back that old man who had kidnapped and tortured me all those years ago, It was time for revenge.

***

After owning this man for some time, I became a bit fond of him. He was a kind person, who treated himself as my bodyguard, but I still treated him horribly. One day, I decided I'd had enough. I pinned him against the wall with my arm, pushing against his windpipe. "I'm done, you can leave." he gulped, looking around nervously. 

He coughed, signaling to let him go. I did, letting him fall to the floor in a heap. He croaked out "You know, killing yourself wont get of out of this contract." his face was smug, and I knew it was true. "Just! You do what you want, and I do what I want." I walked up to him, throwing off this shirt.

I'd look down at my belt slightly for a moment. He swallowed, hard looking at me with slightly pleading brown eyes. "Face the wall, Hound." I turned my finger around in a circle. "Now." He did so, placing his palms on the rusted wall. 

His bare back was so... perfect. There wasn't a scratch or bruise, nor blemish on it. I'll change that right now. I thought to myself, tapping my hand against my belt. I quickly grabbed my whip, uncoiling it. The blade on the tip shone a beautiful light against the small yellow lantern illuminating in the corner of the room.

I raised the whip, it seeming to stand there in mid-air for a while, before lashing out on his back. A long gash lay vertically on his back. He let out a sharp hiss, tensing up and cowering against the wall. "Please..." He cried out in tears. I just shook my head, laughing slightly. I whipped another part of his back. Thick lines of blood ran down his back, seeping into his black slacks. 

He pounded his fist against the wall groaning. "Please...!" He hissed. I dropped the whip. "Fine, I'm done." I smirked, grabbing a shock collar. I tied it to his neck, attaching a small rope it it, placing it onto the wall. "If you try and move, this collar will send twenty five volts of electricity though your body. Shall we try it out?" 

I laughed, flicking a button. "GNAGHHH!" He screamed out in pain, grabbing the collar, trying to yank it off. Another wave of electricity shook though him. "See, this is why you don't move." I grinned widely, walking outside and slamming the door behind me, locking it. I ran outside, climbing the crane, looming over the city. One step after another, I got closer and closer to my death bed. I made it to the top, racing over to the edge, looking down onto the concrete about one hundred and twenty feet below me. 

"So, this is it." I muttered to myself. I spread my arms out, leaning forward. My feet were about to leave the crane, when an arm caught me. It grasped around my torso, lifting me up. "Gah!" I screamed, hitting the hand. The arm flinched, almost dropping me, but regaining it's grip. It threw me to the ground, quickly tying up my ankles and wrists. 

I let out a scream, quickly followed by a rough hand placed over my mouth. The bungee cords that were now tied around me, were quite tight and I couldn't feel my feet anymore. "Shhh," A gruff voice told me. "Hah, you're dumber than I thought, Emerson." My eyes widened. That voice! 

My mind was going insane right now, but before I could jump to conclusions, A burning feeling burst into my lungs. I coughed, but a chemical-filled gag was already in my mouth, and another on my nose. Everything was fading in and out and it was quite hard to make things out. The strong arms lifted me up, my eyelids were drooping and becoming very heavy.

***

Before I knew it, I was sitting upright, gagged and all, in a musty apartment room. There was a small kitchen, a table, a bed and a square-ish hallway leading into two rooms. I wasn't sure what those were, but I knew that there was one window, and that was closed, making it dark, and that I was tied up to a chair with tattered clothes and a very small chance of hope of getting out. "Ah, so you are awake now, are you?" The gruff voice seemed to come from the back of the room. 

He slowly started walking up to me with a wicked grin stretched upon his face.

"Now, let's have some fun."