T H E F L A S H
I was cornered, trapped, surrounded, Taking in my last few dozen breaths. As I kneeled into the gravel falling slowly to my palms while he stared tauntingly at me through the blurs.
"Things could have gone better, Cory. We could've...
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"Settle down, Mufasa." ⚡⚡⚡
-C O R Y-
"Fucking cunt bags!"
With all my might I stretched for the door handle, ignoring the fact I was practically having a heated make out session with the ground ten seconds ago.
Allow me to thank whatever mythical being upstairs no one was there to witness that, they'd never let me live it down.
At first I believed after being in the wheel chair for fifteen minutes-that's how long it took me to reach the waiting room. Wells made it sound like it was across the hall when really it across the building-that my legs were paralyzed, in reality they just fell asleep.
My fingers were so close to grasping the handle to the door, and I was beginning to become anxious. For one you could hear whoever was in there clearly singing along to 'Hakuna Matata'. And secondly I was picking up the clicks of Caitlin's heels along with the agonizing motor of Dr.Wells' wheelchair.
Putting whatever effort I had left, I used my upper body strength to accomplish opening the door.
Disappointment and confusion washed over my face the moment I looked over the place. To my dismay, Dylan wasn't lounging in the waiting room like I'd expected. Just Allen and Cisco intently watching The Lion King as the both of them ate my secret stash of Oreos.
"Who in the holly hell, cracked my safe?!" I growled out.
Cisco squeaked in surprise, neither realizing I entered-especially since I'm crawling on the floor. From my position I spotted a few dozen popcorn kernels flying in the air.
Oh so they took my microwaveable popcorn too.
Allen nearly ran over to me, helping me up because he can't help being such an awesome person. Sometimes I become disgusted in the slightest by his genuinely nice conscious. It was just as bad as Iris', if not..worse.
"Your okay..." He hugged me. I couldn't pull away either. Not for the microscopically small fact I actually enjoyed it but rather because If I did, I'd fall once more...landing on my face Olympian style.
As if I don't get injured enough in my everyday routine.
"Thank you Captain obvious," rolling my eyes I looked back over to the couch only to see Cisco laying in half of my Safe's inventory. What made him believe it was okay to surround himself in my hot Cheetos, cookies, sour skittles, Pringles, and popcorn. Not to mention my freaking Oreos.
