Harrison Wells X Reader

The encounter

(WARNING! This is a trigger warning.)

Your POV

You are walking on the side walk in the middle of Central city. You are just getting back from your Central city college campus. Your (h/c) hair blows with the wind behind you as you walk past a man on a bench. He wears a black fedora and a black trench coat. He sits with a slouch, and his head is bent. Shady. You see him. You see him watch you as you pass where he is sitting. There is something about his eyes that sends shivers down your spine. His eyes are pink. You start to quicken your pace when you see him get up and follow you once you pass him. He does the same. You turn into an alley to try and lose him, but he stays close behind you. You realize your mistake when you see a rusty brick wall appear in front of you. Dead end. The man catches up to you, and pins you against the wall with one hand while his other hand slides down your side. You try to struggle, but he holds you down with a preternatural strength. His broken fingernails drive into your wrist as you struggle. The smell of his filthy breath makes you gag.

" Where is a pretty little girl like you going," the man asks.

" Let me go!"

" I don't think so, little girl," he says as he looks into your (e/c) eyes. You notice that his eyes has turned a darker shade of pink. You struggle even more when his face comes closer to you. He smirks a develish smile when he realizes the fear in you widened eyes. His hand decides to explore more of your body as you squirm in his grip. His large free hand roughly goes down your side, and on your thigh. His touch makes you cringe. You do the last thing you can do, you scream.

" Please! Somebody help!" The man looks at you in outrage. He slaps you, grabs your (h/l) (h/c), and pulls your face to his. Tears stream down your face as you lips meet. He shoves his tongue inside your mouth, and you gag. You try to bite down on his tongue, but he forces your jaw to stay oped with his hand.

Suddenly, you feel the man's weight lift off you, and his mouth moves away from yours. You spit out the terrible taste in your mout, and let out a quiet sigh. You see a man in a red suit standing in front of you. You immediately recognize him as the man who continually rescues you from the lust full men.

" Are you okay, ma'am," he asks. You only nod your head in reply. The man is tall, but very skiny. He stands with confidence and pride. The Flash nods to you in acknowledgement of your secured safety. He turns toward the end if the alley and runs away in a yellow flash of lighting, leaving you breathless. Your tears start to dry in the wind as you stand there in peaceful shock. You had just seen The Flash again. You pull out your phone, and look up The Flash. You go to a link that leads you a blog written by Iris West. She has been a popular writer who seems to have exclusive knowledge about The Flash. Her growing fame may lead to misfortune one day. You look at the picture she posted along with her article. Yup, that's him. You put your phone into your coast pocket. You briskly walk out of the alley, and towards your campus.

When you get to the campus, you bring out your keys out to unlock your door. You don't share a room with anyone, so you don't have to worry about walking in on anyone. When you enter your small-but-empty room you set down your bag, and take off your long, tan jacket. You look out the window, and up into the gray sky. It will start to snow in a month or so. You dont mind the cold weather. Ingact, youd rather be cuddled up in some fluffy blankets than to be sweating under the bright sun.
You flop on your bed, and take out your laptop. You go to Iris's blog about The Flash, and read through it. This is the man that has saved you from being raped five other times. You aren't surprised to find that this Iris woman has made actual contact with The Red Streak. Her claimes seemed preposterous if she didn't have a reliable source, The Flash himself.

You start thinking about a plan to talk to The Flash. You know you won't like it, but you feel the need to try it. You fall asleep after you watch a couple episodes of Sherlock.

Dream POV

You are walking down a curving hallway toward the sound of laughter and a bright white light. The walls seem to be made of some smooth, hard material. You try to reach the end of the hallway, but it keeps getting longer. You start to run, desperate to get to anything other than the growing plain walls. Suddenly, a man in a wheelchair rolls in front of you. He came from a room in the wall. He has short black hair and wears a black t- shirt with jeans. His face holds a few wrinkles and a hidden knowledge. He also sitts in dicomfort in his modern wheelchair. He looks ready to jump out of it if the need arises. He looks at you, and you stare back. You've seen this man before. He is the scientist that caused the particle accelerator explosion that caused your accident. He is Harrison Wells.

" Wake up," he says.

You wake up with a start, and almost fall off of your narrow bed. You wonder why you are still dreaming of him. You got over being mad at him for not containing the situation when it got out of hand.
You had been electrified when you tried to get into your car as a lighting bolt hit it. You woke up two months after you were sent to the hospital. That was over seven months ago, why would you start dreaming about him again?

A/N

This is my first ever story that I have published. I'm sorry that it may seem immature, or not good.