❝ IT'S NOT TOO
LATE TO, TOO
LATE TO SAVE
YOU. ❞
The moment Violett Hale heard Barry Allen's voice, she knew she was in trouble. She tried, but she couldn't resist the mellifluous sound coming through h...
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three | strangers—halsey
I fix my eyes on the faint reflection of myself on the glass door of the containment cell I've been locked up since we got back from the waterfront and—at this point—I have already lost track of time, I only know that I've been here for hours.
Every time I come to a new earth, the Speed Force induces me into a sleep and only wakes me up until the threat I'm supposed to help defeating is just around the corner. However, this time it's different. For starters, everyone says I've been awake since the very day I arrived to this earth, yet I don't remember any of it. They say I would talk nonsense, and do things, things that the people at S.T.A.R. Labs describe as chaotic. According to Doctor Snow I was probably living in a pantemporalestric dimension, whatever that's supposed to mean. I've never heard about it before and I know that it had never happened to me before, which makes me her feel a little uneasy. Taking into account that I've been causing trouble, I decide to stay in the pipeline to show these people that I'm not here to harm them.
And I wait.
I wait for someone to let me out. My back against the wall and my arms pulling my knees close to my chest as I think what could I have done for them to keep me in here. It must have been bad, I guess. I cant help but wonder what these people could be doing right now, just like I wonder if they're going to let me out soon, for the sooner I tell them why I'm here, the sooner they can start trusting me and therefore letting me become part of their team. I rest my head against the wall and stare at the ceiling, taking a deep breath, boredom starting to take over me. My fingers fiddle with the braid over my shoulder and I try to resist the itch to undo it while I spot the security camera above me, right in the right corner. Are they really watching me? I can only suppose so.
Another good thirty minutes go by before a low mechanical whirring fills my cell, interrupting my self reminder to be friendly, because apparently that's how a Guardian has to be in order to earn someone's trust and according to the Speed Force I'm not too friendly with pretty much anyone. These people seem nice, it should be easy this time. The door rises and reveals the Flash himself on the other side. Next to him stands a tall man with dark skin in a very elegant suit—Joe West, if I'm not mistaken. The gun in his belt is still in its holster, yet unbuckled, ready to be used if needed. As for the speedster, he's holding a pair of cuffs in his hands. I get onto my feet when the man in the crimson suit saunters into my cell.
"These will neutralize your powers, so don't even bother," he says, keeping a wary eye on me and the cuffs automatically lock tightly around my wrists. I feel my heart skipping a beat and how something else spikes within me when he speaks—hope, happiness, sadness, I'm not sure—a feeling of home washes over me immediately and I remember parts and bits of the night at the forest where I thought I was just imagining things, today I'm completely lucid, there's no way I'm imagining this.
