A young teenage Lincoln was living a good life, he had good friends, a good family, and a loving relationship with Ronnie Anne. That is... Until a speedster superhero blows through Ronnie Anne like a bullet train. Worst of all the hero gets off scot...
Here's a new story, from an idea from a while ago!
In the City of Toronto, in a warehouse converted into a normal house. There was a man taking deep breaths as he was downing containers of some clear fluid.
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The man drank several of these before taking a deep breath.
Man: Nothing to worry about... Nothing to worry about... You're the fastest thing in the world... You are speed... A-Train is the fastest person alive...
The man calling himself A-Train then got up from his bed and began getting dressed. He stepped out and stood in the light. He was a black man with short black hair and an athletic build. He wore a blue jumpsuit with white parts and armor plating.
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A-Train: Pheeeew... Alright, let's do this...
A-Train suddenly sped off with a sonic boom. Speeding down the streets faster than people could see with their eyes. A-Train's didn't really seem to care where he was going, he just seemed to be running to work off whatever he had drunk.
Suddenly he hit something or rather blasted through it like a bullet train. Which snapped him out of his, he stopped to see himself covered in a red water-like substance. A-Train looked back to see a pair of feet that looked to be stuck to the road by metal plates welding to the road.
A-Train: W-What...? No... No... Not again...!
???: (echoing) History repeats itself. Doesn't it, A-Train?
A-Train turned around to see where the voice was coming from but saw nothing.
???: What will you do now, A-Train? Run to your lawyer to get you out of this mess?
A-Train: Who are-
???: You should know who I am. I'm the guy whose girlfriend you ran through like a breakaway window...
Suddenly an arm was draped over A-Train's shoulders. A-Train looked to see a young 19-year-old man with white hair, red eyes, and a lean build. He wore a black hoodie with a red inside, red hood strings, black gloves, black jeans, and black sneakers.
