Flinx - In another world

Chapter 4: Reason?

Lucky pov

They were worried. All of them, and especially Overwatch. They had searched the whole city for me, and when they found me at the museum, they were on panic mode. I told them about the Streak, but nothing about the dance, his kiss, or the butterflies that just wouldn't leave my stomach. I slept without nightmares that night which were the first time in forever.

The next day I couldn't really do anything. My mind kept replaying our conversation. Had I missed something? Had he said anything that could help us against the Teen Tyrants... Or maybe something more personal. Overwatch was getting worried, and when darkness returned they had made a plan. They only wished to keep me save, so they would take turns to watch over me.

Streak pov

I found her almost immediately. She was easy to recognize. I smiled, but I had no idea about what to say or do. Then I noticed she wasn't alone anymore. Actually she wasn't alone all night. Her teammates took turns and one after one they watched over her. I had no chance to get close, but I still followed her all night with my hope. Disappointed I went back to the tower. I had to come up with something.

Lucky pov

I had no idea what we were looking for. Some way I knew that he wasn't going to show up tonight. And I was right. No Streak, no lightning flashing trough the streets and no heists. Just a quiet night. I wasn't surprised, but in a way I was a little disappointed. It was stupid.

The next night they wanted to do it again. Of course I protested. I wasn't a little girl, and I could take care of myself. Besides that... If he wanted to hurt me, he would have done it already. And he wouldn't have acted like he did two nights ago. I wasn't afraid, but they were. So I was under full attention all night. They took turns, and I hated it! But then something happened.

Overwatch had just taken over for Crow, and he was more upset then the others. But then we heard someone yell.

Criminal: "We surrender! Come and take us!"

We ran as fast as we could, and we found two well known criminals, the Martin brothers, on their knees. They were wanted for murder and much more, and the police had been chasing them for years. But now they were on their knees begging for us to take them to jail.

L: "Overwatch, call the others!"

Overwatch stepped away to call the others, and just as he did that, one of the criminals looked at me.

Criminal: "Are you Lucky?"

It had to be the pink hair... I actually didn't want to talk to criminals, but I nodded.

Criminal: "We have a message for you. It's from the Streak."

I lifted an eyebrow. Was he serious? But how could he know about our conversations in the museum?

Criminal: "He wanted us to tell you, to meet him at the bridge. Tonight."

L: "Now?"

He nodded. I looked at Overwatch, he was still looking away. If I was to run off, it had to be now! But I couldn't! Or could I? So many voices in my head, and they all sounded tempting. I took a deep breath. I was to curious to stay away. What did he want? I nodded to the criminal, checked that Overwatch wasn't looking, and then I ran down the street. I had to be crazy.

I made it to my motorcycle and drove the rest of the way. I reached the bridge and looked around. Where on the bridge? I let go of my breath. But then suddenly a wind flashed past me, and before I knew it, I had been picked up and was being carried. I looked up and of course the eyes that met mine belonged to a certain speedster. He was running while he was carrying me, and the wind pushed me against his chest. I closed my eyes, because I couldn't focus my eyes on anything, since everything were flashing past me.