The Flash: Eyon Of The Speed Force

Chapter 2 - Falling Heroes

As I combed through my memories, I realized I was still down on the ground, staring at the skies above in a daze.

My mindset was not attuned to battle, and as a former Marine, I knew for a fact that this childish playfulness was not me.

Whoever's body this was, is obviously influencing not just my emotions, but also my mind.

Lucky for me, it was as simple as flipping a switch, and my battle-ready instincts roared to life.

Sadly, it roared for me to run away.

After all, guns I could battle but flying men that could punch a mountain to oblivion were a bit out of my weight class.

I searched my body for anything that could be used as a weapon, but I found nothing.

My idea was very simple – if I couldn't use this body to the fullest, then I would just have to battle like I was used to.

Bombs, guns, and a dagger to the throat.

It worked for me in the army, and I don't see why it can't work now.

Given, that I was no Batman-level combatant, I could probably kill a Nazi or two.

As for the Parademons – those shits were ugly and strong.

The comics did them no justice, so I decided to stay clear of any of them.

"Everyone hates fucking Nazis," I shouted, hyping myself for the death I knew would inevitably come.

---BAAADOOOOOOM---

My sharpened eyesight was able to glimpse the Kryptonian word for hope imprinted on Superman's chest as he dodged Omega Beams in the skies above.

From what I could tell, there were at least two Supermen above, but I couldn't identify the origin of the other one – maybe, a version of Superboy or something?

I could judge, at the very least, that I was in a Universe where Superman was a good person.

He kept the battle away from the ground, where the weaker heroes mainly battled.

An overwhelming sensation of fear bombarded my mind, and my body reacted instinctively, speeding me a couple of dozen feet away from where I previously was.

I glanced back and realized several Sinestro Corps members crashed to the ground, being butchered by Wonder Woman.

Heroes didn't kill my ass!

I didn't feel disturbed at all, since this was clearly a war, and this was not a comic book anymore, it was life and death.

Hence, for every comic book and tv-show I ever watched, I just had to add blood, core, and chaos.

---PPPPEEEEWWWWW---

A beam of purple energy zigzagged across the battlefield, tearing apart Nazis and heroes alike.

I barely managed to leap out of the way with my superspeed before I could also get hit... clearly, not using the superspeed was not an option anymore.

I watched in my solitary slow world as the beam ripped several heroes to shreds.

Guardian fell.

Robin fell.

Beast Boy fell.

Red Arrow fell.

Mercury fell.

Jay Garrick fell.

There were too many bodies to count, and most of them were reduced to ash so there was no telling how many important heroes had died.