ALL THE KING'S MEN | BARRY ALLEN

25. VICTORIOUS

❛ chapter twenty five! ❜

twenty five | victorious-panic! at the disco

My crying has left my eyes dry and it would be a miracle if I shed another tear tonight, then again, I wouldn't know it, for tears or weakness are two things I don't have to show where I'm going. Bringing back the pillar of strength I used to be has been harder than I thought and I've barely scratched the person I used to be tonight, but this is better than nothing. Anger has sparked inside of me with no apparent reason and I trust it will help me go through this hell I've thrown myself into. The shadows casted by two buildings keep me hidden from curious eyes as I strip from my clothes and shove them along with my shoes into the small backpack in my hands as I get ready for the battlefield; a shudder racks my body when the cold night air bites my exposed skin that is briefly and faintly illuminated by a random gleam of light from the cars passing by.

"Дерьмо."

I grumble out a curse when one of my shoes won't fit into the backpack, meaning I have to pull everything out and try again, my attempt successful this time. I hit my bangle with my palm and my suit comes out, weaving across my naked body and hugging it tightly into the warmth it longs. My cowl is still materializing over my face and my scalp is caressed by a soft electrical current, smoothing my hair and spilling it down over my back when I squat down and open the case with the VX3, taking two of the vials and holding them up as I examine them, quickly tucking them and the rest, as well as a dose ready to inject, in my suit where they'll be safe and won't fall out. I remember certain green eyed boy telling me not to use the speed drug and here I am, sneaking them into my suit. Another thing to apologise for. I think.

I rise to my feet and take in a deep breath as I block all sentimentalism from invading my being, letting this new persona-the traitor-possess my body once again as I speed my way out of the alley. The anger before mentioned playing an important part in the process. Long gone is the girl that, just one hour ago, cried in the middle of a lonely road and bled out the pain from her chest. I couldn't stay there sobbing and whatnot the whole night. I knew I needed to proceed, for my friends are running out of time and just one plan is never enough with someone like Savitar.

After a thorough look of the city, I finally sense the god of speed and waste no time to follow the trail of Speed Force that faintly lingers in the air. The trace leads me to a old, abandoned factory of some sort. Since time is precious, I dive in deep into the shadows without hesitation and the lugubrious place swallows me whole, my suit darkening to blend into the shadows as I follow the Speed Force that radiates from the deranged and self proclaimed god of speed. I've pulled my mask down and I keep walking through old boxes and rotting wood, the place looking like it's going to crumble at any moment.