UnDeserted

3) Muted Colors

DESEREY HAS BEEN ACQUAINTED With chaos since she was a girl.

Since gettin' shot by a cop and staying a week in a strange man's house, despite being a teenager at the time, because he taught her origami. Since growin' up and joining the police force herself; she did a whole ass car chase on the roof of her squad car that one time. Since she was held hostage by a delusional lunatic, and she thought it was a good idea to grab the knife he held to her throat by the blade.

Which means, when shit hits the fan, and Deserey finds herself at the scene of a hit and run with one man dead, she isn't surprised. Not in the least. It's not the worst wreck she's ever seen. But still. Dead is dead.

There's two cars flipped, one of which is the black mustang they've been looking for. The one that belongs to their perp. Their perp whose name Dez is pretty sure she knows. She's just waiting for confirmation at this point.

Never mind that he considers himself a god and everyone else considers him deceased. Never mind that he can do the nearly impossible.

But it all fits. Bank robberies? That's his MO. And she knows her guy here ain't above murdering some fuckers, cause he's done so before. And a guy like that? With abilities like this?

Deserey finds it chilling. Not 'cause the abilities themselves, necessarily. It's more so 'cause there's no real way to contain a person like this. Not in this city, anyway. Especially since no one here even seems to think something like 'bank robber with super powers' can be a thing. So, even if he is caught by the law now...

No. No, she refuses to think about it right this second. They'll just have to cross that bridge when they come to it. When everyone starts believing in the impossible.

So. Here's the scene: squad cars scattered around, the standard yellow caution tape surrounding the area and blocking traffic off, at least one ambulance (though who they're looking over Deserey has no idea since the only body they've found is a dead one).

Firemen and EMT hustle it to get the body out from under his car and secure the area. Within seconds the corpse is inside a black body bag and whisked away. And, just because the universe decided this picture needed to be painted in muted colors, a light rain begins to drizzle over the crime scene.

It's cold and musty. Deserey has never been a fan of dreary weather, but at least it looks right with the image playin' out before her. The rain reminds her a bit of home at any rate.

Deserey is taking statements from the only two (living) witnesses. There isn't much she can do for the man in the body bag. He'd been killed needlessly, senselessly. His family is going to grieve him now, for no reason at all, other than the fact that he'd shown up at the wrong place at

the wrong time.

It's always like that. Random, unfortunate, tragedy. A beautiful portrait, washed out in a splash of thick, black ink.

There isn't much she can do about it. What's done is done. But, but, Deserey can help catch the guy who caused the accident, and she can help figure out a way to hold him once everyone else sees exactly what the fuck this man is capable of. When they believe in the impossible.

Dez can do her job. So, she's here. Talkin' to the two living witnesses, who turn out to be Barry Allen and Iris West.

"That poor man..." Iris frowns, hands in her pockets, eyes on the coroners who're lifting the body into the hearse feet away. "The way that fog came in...I have never seen anything like it..."