Rapids (AU) [Completed]

16

Hey everyone, sorry if this is a small part. I'm not sure what I'm doing anymore, I used to have a notebook that I wrote everything down in over the week, and copied it over onto the net on Sundays, but I've been failing to do that, seeing as I'm stuck in a tangled web of school, and there's a martial arts tournament coming up in a few weekends, so I've been practicing for that, plus CIT (Certified Instructor Training) classes, and normal classes, and yeah. That's my life right now. I don't want to put this story on hold, because I have so many plans for what happens in seasons two and three, but yeah. Where did we leave off again? Ah yes, let's begin.

Third Person P.O.V. 

Barry Allen had just walked out of Jitters, well, the back, seeing as time had just slowed and nobody seemed to notice. He stood there, starring at his vibrating hand, wondering what the hell had happened to him. No one at S.T.A.R. Labs had mentioned anything like this. He took a small side-step in the direction of a police cruiser, and ended up crashing into the backside of it. He stood up, and brushed himself off. It seemed as though he could travel faster than even Usain Bolt, or sound. Testing that theory, he took another step forward, then another, watching the alley zoom behind him.

 He can! He can run faster than sound almost!

 But, the sudden lack of focus caused him to stop, the momentum throwing him through the back of a pillow truck. Convenient, yes. Before the delivery man could even register what had happened, he was out of there, and on his way to visit some people.

Chris P.O.V. 

"Hey." I say, shutting the door behind me.

"Hey Chris, how was the lab?" My dad asks, looking up from his computer. 

"It was good. We ran some more tests, and my speed and stamina have greatly improved. The norm. How was your day?" 

He shrugged. "I still haven't found a job, they don't seem to be hiring any editors in the area. It's a good thing that Dr. Wells of yours was polite enough to pay for this place, otherwise we'd be on the streets by now."

I nod, and get up to head to my room. "I'll be doing homework if you need me." I walk in, and turn on my new laptop. Five missed calls from Zach. I check my phone, twenty-seven unread messages. Spammer much? I login to my Skype, and click on Z_Mardon2020. There are two rings, before he picks up. I see the familiar blue paint of his bedroom wall, and papers taped to it. He shifts the camera a little bit, and I can see he's surrounded by open textbooks and homework papers. 

"Finally." He states, clearly annoyed with my lack of conversation with him. 

"Sorry." I apologize. "I was out with some family." I half-lie. I can't tell Zach about my connections to Wells, I might lose the only friend I have. 

"That's okay. You know I was only joking. Anyways, did you hear? We have midterms in a few weeks. That's what all my textbooks are out for."

"Wait, you study!?" I act surprised. Zach was one of those kids who disregarded the fact that studying helped with test grades. Despite that, he still did pretty well in all of his classes. 

"Bro, these are the midterms we're talking about! Do you know how much they effect our grade?! If you didn't, it's a lot."

"Chris!" My dad calls out. I turn my head to see him waving me to come over from the door. Oh boy, this will be fun.

"Hey Zach, I have to go for a moment, I'll call you back." Without another word, I close my laptop, and get up. "Hey, who's here?"

My dad steps out of the doorway, and I can't believe my eyes. 

It's Barry Allen.

Well, that turned out to be longer than I thought... I hope everyone enjoyed it, and I'll see you all in the next part! Buh-Bye!

-_That_Black_Belt_