Smooth Criminal (Glee/The Flash fan fiction)

Prologue | Smooth Criminal

Smooth Criminal

He walks into room, red and black sleek uniforms follow in behind him. He doesn't look happy, however he is determined to her invitation. He didn't know what was going to go down, it was all going to go down. Right in this round room of gold with two unknown cellists getting ready to leave at their entrance, the tension between them-both sexual and wide-was making the atmosphere quite intense for any of them. She walks up to him, in all black-her representation of Michael Jackson, eyes smoked with Lima heights passion.

"You want a duel?" She mouths right at him, feeling at awe and surprised. She turns, her hair hitting him in the chest. "Cello guys, can you hang back for a second? I'm going to need you guys for this one." This one. Something tells them that it isn't going to be good.

"Everyone else clear out, I don't want you to see me make a girl cry." He replies, and the three uniforms behind him back out of the room, intensity leveling up to a hundred. "Let's just keep this on point." She drags on, already impatient at his weak ability to throw her off balance. The cellists start playing, and the only two rivals in the room divide the room, just enough to keep them apart-the distance is stifling yet very accurate.

He watches her sit down on one of the many chairs in the room all facing the two cellists, crossing both her legs and arms giving him the look to give his best. It was on-whatever it is-like lapsing equations that never had a reason to be proven. He walks around them, looking for his best shot, yet she seem unmoved by his uncanny ability.

"Uh, as he came into the window, it was the sound of a crescendo, uh!" He rounds around her chair, his face too close to hers, it was like a sonic boom in her veins-it was scary. "He came into her apartment

He left the bloodstains on the carpet, uh!" She looks up to meet him, her expression breaking as they follow each other's gaze.

"ANNIE ARE YOU OKAY?"

"ARE YOU OKAY ANNIE?"

The intensity blew through the roof; it was no longer a performance to see who was the best. They were in war, and it seems the battle just raged into a whole new level. He follows her through the room, touching the chairs as if they were his battle armor,

"You've been hit, you've been struck by a smooth criminal."

As they make their way around the room, rambling in a semi-circle racing to the circumference of the distance between them, gazes turned into heated glares. Chairs were no longer the same, they moved, circled, charged at each other like bulls in a bullfight. Smoke bellows as they make their way to each other.

"You've been hit, you've been struck by a smooth criminal."

SMOOTH CRIMINAL

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2015

WRITTEN BY: LYNHUDSONCHASE

A GLEE/THE FLASH FAN FICTION

STARRING:

GRANT GUSTIN AS BARRY ALLEN/ THE FLASH/ SEBASTIAN SYMTHE

NAYA RIVERA AS SANTANA LOPEZ

HEATHER MORRIS AS BRITTANY PIERCE

DARREN CRISS AS BLAINE ANDERSON

DANIELLE PANABAKER AS CAITLIN SNOW

CARLOS VALDES AS CISCO RAMON

JESSIE L. MARTIN AS JOE WEST

CANDICE PATTON AS IRIS WEST

TOM CAVANAGH AS HARRISON WELLS