Shadoe: Revisited

Prologue

Before you read this, you need to believe in the impossible. Can you do that? Good.

My name is Avery Davis, and I am the fastest girl alive.

When I was 15, I ran away from my home, Central City, eventually finding myself in Starling City, aiding it's vigilante, now known as Arrow.

Clearly, I'm not like other adults my age. Why? Simple. Though, not really.

Back in Central, I was treated like a freak, so much so that I started to believe I was one. My parents died of a cause unknown to man, my sister died a year later and after that, I began getting dreams - well - visions really. I could predict what the weather would be like the next day, I knew how my school first started out 77 odd years ago, I knew who was robbing my local superstore (God knows why) at that exact moment. I was psychic.

My foster father, David West began to abuse me and my brother. Physically.

That was all it took. People treating me like an alien. My foster parents abusing me. My parents and sister dying. That was what it took for me to leave my brother, and true home behind. And not a single day goes by when I don't regret it. I was scared. Not of the people around me, but of myself. Of what I could do, what I was capable of doing. Who knew what my anger could unleash upon the innocents around me?

So I decided to travel the world, not staying in one place for more than a month or two. I went wherever the road took me, travelling by foot or sometimes hitching a ride.

Seven years later, I arrived at Starling City, the closest I had been to home in seven years, ignoring the fact the two cities were 600 miles apart.

Those dreams I told you about? Well, for five years prior to this, I began to have dreams, about the same person, continuously, every night for five years.

Oliver Queen. If you think about it, he was never alone on that island, I was always there when he was alone or in pain, but he just didn't know it then. There were even times when I was him. Like that night when he was tortured...

Now, ten years later, I decided to pop back to Central for a short visit.

And BAM, I fall into a coma that lasts approximately 9 days.

During my.....
Ok you know what?
I'm gonna stop now
I'm giving away too much

This is not the story of Barry Allen and his hero life; this is about mine, with a bit of Barry Allen thrown in.

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Haven't really changed much from the original version. Don't worry. If you read or did not read the original. No major changes.