Barry's (The Flash) P.O.V
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Barry lept into the Singularity. He reflected on all that had happened. The events with the Reverse-Flash. He now knew he was gone. As he lept in he saw pure darkness and power. But, then a blue flash of light it came into few. It was a... Police Box? Barry ran to the box. Then a old man appeared at the door.
"Barry Allen. Might I have a word?" Twelve spoke.
Barry went into the box and Twelve told him the events.
"Wow...I thought metahumans seemed hard to fight." Barry remarked.
"I will help. I've had my share of family taken away from me" Barry smiled.
Twelve shook his hand. Twelve felt bad for the child. He was only In what seemed like his teen years. He was signing up for something big.
"Barry, If you don't want to do this I can take you back." Twelve spoke.
Barry waved off the comment.
"This will be a challenge. I never back down from a challenge." Barry remarked.
Twelve smiled. This kid would do well. Twelve continued on his search as Barry went to sit down. Next the poem read:
"5 years on an Island. He was first a "killer" But now he is a hero. Green is his color and as he has suffered many deaths he has saved more".
Twelve pondered at this question. He asked for Barry's input.
"No way. It's Oliver Queen. The Arrow." Barry said excited.
"You two are friends aren't you" Twelve spoke.
Barry nodded. Twelve set course to Oliver's location.
Oliver's P.O.V
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Still stunned by his current situation Oliver could only think. He had failed his city. He had failed Everyone... Expecially Felicity Smoak. He one true love. Oliver embraced his death but soon fell into something with a metallic thud. All he saw was red lighting rush to repair his wounds and an old man helping. Oliver then slept, overwhelmed from the pain he had suffered.
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Oliver awoke. He saw a familiar face.
"Barry?" He asked.
Barry reached out a hand and picked him up.
"It's me." Barry replied.
Oliver looked around it was a big room filled with gadgets and giant console in the middle. Then the old man spoke.
"Hello Mr. Queen, I'm The Doctor and we have business to attend to." Twelve said.
Oliver was caught up to speed. Twelve went into a back room and had already grabbed his suit. Oliver thanked him. This was all so weird. But not as weird as things had seemed lately. Twelve then made sure Oliver was settled in a looked for the next poem. Two more heroes. Then the fight.
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The Origin Of Foxy
FantasyA Father Named Foxy finds a ancient power within him. He puts his children in danger and loses them. Will he find them again? With the help of his friends and the power of light he might stand a chance. GO DEAR READER! GO AND DEFEAT THE DARKNESS!
