The Flash: Eyon Of The Speed Force

Chapter 1 - It Wasn't Me

A splitting headache was the first thing that greeted me in this new life.

I groaned as the pain grew too intense to ignore, and after a couple of seconds of just existing, the headache finally receded and what took its place was unprecedented confusion.

Maybe, there was a bit of fear involved, but it didn't feel like my own.

It took me a while to realize that my head was a blank slate.

I couldn't remember who I am, or what I was doing here.

And where is here exactly?

And what am I?

And who are you?

Well... your guess is as good as mine.

At the very least, I was able to confirm that I had two arms, and I used them to push away the heavy rubble that pressed down on my body.

I could tell my instinct to survive was trained, meaning I was a warrior, or perhaps, a soldier.

The rubble was heavy... very heavy... like super heavy, but I moved it with moderate strength, so I guessed that I must be a very strong person.

That was another clue to uncovering my identity.

However, as soon as the rubble was shifted from atop my body, all my senses became active, all at once.

My hearing was slightly sharper.

My skin was slightly more sensitive.

My eyes could follow the fastest of movements.

And my tongue could taste... iron and dirt?

Pew!

Pew!

Pew!

I could taste the dirt in my mouth, blocking my airway... it would seem that whoever I am, was very fond of eating dirt.

Or maybe someone put it in my mouth?

Was this a murder mystery?

Fuck! A murder mystery as soon as I wake up?

This was becoming bothersome.

The dirt stuck to my throat like glue, and I quickly bent forward, punching myself in the stomach until stale blood mixed with dirt and saliva was expelled.

I knew to do this by instinct, so I had possibly eaten dirt before.

The smell of my own vomit made my head spin in circles.

It was a sickening rosy smell... and that just made everything all that more disturbing.

Basically, this shit didn't make sense, and something told me it was about to get a whole lot more confusing.

---BOOM---

---BOOM---

---BOOM---

I was so focused on myself that I failed to notice the fucking Apocalyptic War happening all around me.

At least with this, I am able to draw a few conclusions.

Maybe, someone had tried to kill me, or maybe I had tried to kill myself by eating dirt, nothing could be ruled out with my memories missing.

The second conclusion I could draw was the fact that my new life would be short-lived because... well, I saw a lot of people fighting and the war seemed like something straight out of a comic book.

I recognized some of them, but how could that be?

Nazis... Batman... The Ray... and that dude that shoots bubbles out of his hands?