Chasing Lightning (Barry Allen)

8-Everything

Have you ever experienced living in an illusion? Where you think you really exist but in fact, you're nothing but a waste of space. Seemingly, all of us are living in that illusion, I mean first of all, everything you see and experience in three dimensions, including time, could be an illusion. Despite how extreme the idea sounds, theories about the Universe being an illusion or a hologram aren't new. Anyways, the illusion I'm talking about is more 'real' and much 'simpler'. When you think you have a life, but suddenly everything starts falling apart and people you love start revealing who they really are. While you think you're trying to break ice between you and others, you discover that the problem isn't the ice itself... It's you the one who chose to keep living these lies because they made you satisfied, peaceful. However, you're just afraid to get out of that small comfort zone.

Suffering from insomnia isn't always the best thing that can happen to someone my age, especially when that someone's job requires a lot of concentration during the daytime. Honestly, I couldn't sleep tonight; my brain prefers staying awake over-thinking every single small detail of my life. Like maybe, who is the Flash? And why I think that Barry has something to do with this. Why am I having these terrifying nightmares about Harrison Wells? Did I say nightmares? I actually meant daymares. Wait! Does that word even exist? I don't care..

I was trying to close my eyes and get some sleep before my alarm rings when I heard that sound. Suddenly, a red lightning invaded my room. It looked exactly like The Flash's lightning except its color is red. I wanted to scream but the 'whoever it is' put his hands around my mouth preventing me from breathing. I felt the cold breeze caressing my skin. As that red flash ran, I punched and kicked but that was in vain. He didn't even say a word, just kept running like a fool.

And I had a feeling telling me this is not going to have a really good ending. When we reached some old building, he stopped.

"Will you talk to me now?" I asked.

I couldn't see his face; he used the same technique as the flash.

"Hestia Knight" I heard him say. His voice was creepy, like the rapist or maybe the serial killer in a Hollywood movie. "These powers you have, unfortunately, you shouldn't have them."

"I didn't mean to have them, I was affected by the-" I tried to explain when he stopped me.

"dark matter explosion bla bla bla" He affirmed "I don't really care about how you got them. I only have to make sure you're not using them against my plans."

"If you want to kill me, just do It, I've already taken enough." I responded calmly "I'm not afraid of death more than I'm afraid of living."

"Wise words. But, I can't kill you, I need your powers." He declared.

"Wonderful, finally someone who truly needs me. But sorry I can't help you." I answered.

"You don't understand." He affirmed as he approached. "I'm not asking you to help me. It's an order."

From thousands of people, this psycho comes to my house, kidnaps me then starts talking like the king of the universe. I hate to be saved by others like a vulnerable princess but I have no choice, I need to tell the flash. I pressed the flash- alarm button secretly.

"I don't take orders." I replied "and I'm not helping you. Do whatever you want. Freak."

I saw him fastening towards me, so I started running. Wait what? He's a speed maniac; I can't run away from him. That's why I found myself hanging, he grabbed me from the collar, pinning me to the wall. His hand started vibrating. He can't kill me with his bare hand, could he?