Flash fan fiction, featuring Barry Allen, 'Team Flash', and cross-over character, Oliver Queen!
Title cover made by: BottleMiku_Electric
Featured drawings by: Dragon-Mermaid
I walked into the cortex* and set my briefcase down on the glass table. It was just after 2:30, and Star labs was vacant. Cisco wasn't pondering over clever nicknames for metas, and Kaitlyn wasn't performing medical tests in the labs. The place didn't feel the same. It wasn't as comical or 'who can eat the most slices of pizza the fastest' contest type of setting like it usually is. Desperation floated in the air, and loneliness hit me like the crashing of tidal waves. However, I had a sliver of hope. Today would be the day I find my friends.
I logged onto computer with the password, "This house is bitchin'". Cisco's doing, of course*. I walked over to the touch-screen computer monitor and stared at the background. It was of me, Cisco, Kaitlyn, and Dr. Wells. It was when I first awoke from my coma, and the 'fake' Wells recruited me to control my speed. I didn't have my suit at the time, so I wore this skin-tight onesie with a make-shift helmet; it looked ridiculous. Let's just say, it wasn't a success. We took the picture together, my bleeding wound as the vocal point. At that point in time, our friendship was just starting to blossom. I smiled to myself, and transitioned back to research.
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Right as I was about to sit down, I was blown off my feet and carried by my ankles out of the building. I didn't see his face, but I knew it was my friend's captor. We zoomed through the city, sweeping through crowded car lanes, and creating chaos. The city had never speedster with a green lightning trail, and above all, their beloved hero was in front of them, suffering at the hand of the enemy. We weaved through civilians, my skull acting as a hitting target, inviting street signs, SUV's, and stop lights to send mighty blows throughout my body. We finally skidded to a halt in the main square. He let me go, and I dropped on the street, vulnerable for attack.
(Listen to this music while listening to next part!)
People stopped and stared in terror. Soon, a whole crowd had gathered to watch. They held their hands to their mouths, and exchanged frightful whispers. Some covered their children's eyes, but some couldn't keep their eyes astray. Me, on the other hand, I had my eyes closed. I was weak, and couldn't phase through his grip, however much I tried. My head was facing the ground, attempting to conceal my identity.
"Central City, this is your hero?" He studied me, up and down, "This worthless no body. I deserve the fame, your trust and grace. Not this fool."
He tossed me a couple feet across the street like a lifeless rag doll while the whole city stood and watched.
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*This is just an inside joke for the people who watched the CW show. It really isn't imperative to acknowledge in the story, but I just wanted to to add it. Comment it you got it!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------So, I added some background music for a certain section of the chapter today. I thought it would really intensify the climax, and produce a suspenseful mood. Comment if you liked this new change! Welp, that's it. Adios.
