After the Flash: Deep Six

Chapter 9: Awake

I woke up to an alarm and Jane bringing me coffee. Where am I? I thought, not remembering what had happened after we danced. I drank from my coffee. Jane must've slipped out of the room before I could talk to her. I turned on the radio and let my feelings carry me away.

Jane's Point of View

He's falling. And fast. I have to find a way to get him to stay asleep without killing him. I had to lie to him about my siblings... because if he knew they fell to RAD-4, he'd freak. And it would worsen his fall. RAD-4 can only stay with him so long before he goes like them. Before he becomes like...

Him

His name crossed my mind and my stomach started to tense up and I realized something. I never killed him. I never finished him on that boat. The thought crossed my mind and I dabbled in going to find him, but realized I still have Jace on my hand's. I took a syringe. The virus itself being contained, yet stopped by an antidote wall known simply as;
YLW-R
With it being added by the other mixes,
CYN-A
and
MGNTA-D
Together, they formed CMY, with the mix being the "Key" antidote. CMYK. A reference to the old printing business, where the antidote was first formed. I missed them together. One drop too much, you could make them go mentally insane. One drop too little? It would speed up the RAD-4 takeover. I carefully mixed around the antidote. Suddenly I felt an urge to pass out. I locked the door.

I woke up back in my home of Pearl Harbor. Me, being a former Sandshark, never would've thought of making the journey to Southside and beyond. That place was rumored to be a wasteland, full of mutants. But, when the ACMF raided the hideout I was placed in, they recruited me. Never once in my life had I though of being a Doctor for the ACMF. But there I was, on the plane over to Atlanta. Abandoning him and my family. They had a story set for me. I was to be taken by Mutants and infected, being wiped out in their Mass-Genocide (of Mutants, to reduce their population).

My poor husband. He won't ever know anything. He'll fall one day, me being unable to save him.

It was at this point. I knew I had RAD-4, and was unable to stop it from one day killing me. That day. That hour. That minute. That very second. Would change my life.

Forever.

Jace's Point of View
It happened again. But this time I wasn't in a plane. I was falling. I looked back. The plane was on fire, and was plummeting to the earth. I looked beside me as I saw someone in proper skydiving form. I signal to him to help me. He hesitates, but he grabs my hand, most of his face blocked by a mask. I stare dead into his eyes. Dark Green. Just like— I heard something explode. The plane had collided with multiple buildings in Atlanta. And then, I saw. I had been shot through the chest. I saw him reaching for something on his belt. He wasn't helping me. He was finishing his job. He finally gets ahold of his holster, trying to point at my chest. I try to get out but he has ahold of me. Him struggling to aim bought me time. I resisted , taking my free hand grabbing his shirt. I tried to flip him. Not strong enough. I tried to flip him again. Not strong enough. As I gather my adrenaline, I begin to wonder what I'm doing. Death is better. But I snap back. Him, now back to the ground, still falling with me, aims to my chest. I bring my hand and rip the gun, a peacemaker, from him. I pull back the hammer, wondering who it could be. I let go of him, and reach for his parachute. I rip it off his back. He's accepted his death, I think to myself. I flip him over. My curiosity blazing. Who would want to kill me? But I hesitate. I see we are getting every inch closer to the ground. But the question, still in the air, could be my death. It could end me.

But it was worth it.

As I reach for his mask, the thought still stays in my mind, of whether him and my deaths would be best for everyone. Unknown soldiers get remembered less. Then. I reach for his mask. Rubber on the top, I get a good grip and yank. The night blocks his face. I stare into their eyes, wondering who they are.

The figure awakes. The peacemaker is yanked from my hands, and I feel a shot enter through me. I take a breath. Could it be my last? Everything rushes through me.
Who is Jane?
Who is to continue RRE?
Is true cure functioning?
Can she produce more?
Have I lived?
Was I really infected, or just insane?
What is left for the earth?
What of Daniel?
What of Crane Town?
Why me, to be who I am?
Why me, to suffer such an awful death?
Do I leave a legacy?

...but then, the light shines on the man's face...
...the man who tried to kill me...

was me.