Anti-Hero Speedster One-Shots

Definitely Not The Flash

TW: Gore, mention of past rape and pedophilia. As you can tell from the title and picture above, this isn't PG, definitely R rated.

If you're reading this, then you probably already know of the story of The Flash. The Particle Accelerator of S.T.A.R. Labs in Central City blew up, and almost a year later, Metahumans began to show up. People with powers, mostly criminals. But a hero came from it, the fastest man alive, at least according to him. But then 2 or 3 years later, a speedster in a metal suit appeared then just disappeared. And then the sky came alive with a rainbow thunderstorm. Lightning bolts of different colors struck down, hitting things and whatnots.

But there is something about that night that no one talks about. The one guy who got hit by a lightning bolt. Jason Maxwell. When he awoke, he was faster than ever, he could run at speeds that destroyed his clothing, several times. It was bullshit. So he decided to break into Iron Heights prison, and steal some evidence. Specifically, the suit of The Rival. He wasn't using it anymore. So he took it and learned how to make it and even redesigned it to fit his style better. He decided to ditch the stupid mask and wear a helmet instead. A metal helmet that covered his entire head. He also added a small cape that was draped over one of his shoulders and he added a hood with some strong magnets to help it keep up when he runs. He covered all the red and yellow spots and streaks on the suit, making it all black.

A few things different between this new guy and the original speedster. His lightning was white instead of yellow. The new guy left Central City and went back home to St. Louis. The new guy carries weapons, a big knife tied to his leg, an axe on his back hiding behind the cloak, and a sword on the other side of his back. And one last thing, the new guy kills, but he's not evil, he's more of an anti-hero.

But legends started to spread about him all through St. Louis, a thing in all black with white light that chases behind him. The people of St. Louis started calling him the Spirit of St, Louis, after the plane and everyone thinks he's a ghost of some sort.

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Father Stevenson was walking around in his church late at night. He was preparing for tomorrow's service. As he was setting up, he thought he heard something above and looked up. He could have sworn he saw something up there, but he just shrugged and carried on his business. As he was getting ready and cleaning up, he found a magazine on the floor titled 'The Spirit of St. Louis. Who is he?'

"Stupid kids, they'll believe anything nowadays. What is it going to take to convince them that this Spirit is nothing but a tall tale?"

He shook his head as he threw the magazine away. When he turned back to the altar, someone was standing there and he jumped.

"Who are you and why are you here? This is private property!"

"Really?" The mysterious person asked in a dark voice. "I thought church was welcoming to all, welcomed werry travels in."

"We do, but not in the middle of the night."

The mysterious person turned towards him and the father could see a sword on his back now and he was wearing all black, from head to toe.

"Who are you?"

"You should know, you did just throw a magazine of me away."

"The Spirit of St. Louis? You've got to be joking."

"Nope, not one bit."

"Then why are you here, 'Spirit'?" He asked, mocking his name.

"Because, I have sinned father, I have sinned a whole lot."

Then in a flash of white light, the father was by the altar, tied to a wooden chair and a camera was set up facing him, connected to a laptop.

"Hello everyone!" Spirit yelled as he sped to the front of the camera and took it off its mount and continued to face towards himself. "I hope you're doing well. And to answer the question of who I am. I am the Spirit of St. Louis. Stupid name, but hey, I didn't choose it. You can just call me Spirit. Anywho, what is going on, what am I doing? Simple, I am here with someone who some of you know already."