Shadoe: Revisited

Chapter Nine

So I took a temp job at the CCPD, Barry's job actually. I guess I'm just holding up the forte until he wakes up.

Six weeks. Almost two months. That's how long it's been since I moved to Central City. And has Shadoe appeared yet? No. I'm pretty sure everyone in Starling thinks she's dead and I'm almost certain Oliver's just going with it. Pfft.

Turns out getting a hang of these powers is exactly the opposite of how it is in the books and movies. Some say it's pretty easy. Others say it's pretty hard. I say it's NEAR DAMN IMPOSSIBLE. The city's crime rates have been increasing and I can't do anything to stop it. My speed I can control just fine but this other thing, this invisibility. It might as well be called 'visibility with terms and conditions'. The rate of unexplainable crimes have also been going up lately, no doubt about it. And I'm stuck here. In a kingdom of self-pity. It bascially sucks down here.

So I started working at the precinct pretty much the day after I moved into my new apartment. It's quite a nice extended loft considering Ollie bought it (I will pay him back) without letting me give input. I started almost immediately for one reason. Food. And lots of it. Hurrah for my super metabolism.

Ever since the explosion the CCPD have been in lowkey chaos, freaking out about every crime and I don't blame them; I am the impossible and even I don't get half of what's going on.

Every day I'd walk to the edge of the city and from there I'd use my speed to to get either home, to STAR Labs or to the precinct. It's the only thing I felt like I could control at that moment. I couldn't help the city despite of these newfound powers, Barry was still in a coma, my invisibility was messing up and it was all messing with my head a little; these new visions I was getting weren't helping.
I craved the peace I felt while running every time I wasn't. The serenity. The wind whipping my hair side to side without actually harming me in anyway at such high speeds. It was like being on a train with the window open but over 100 times faster.

I've tried every single way I can think of to control my invisibility. I tried to imagine myself disappear. I tried that movie thing where I attempted to 'believe' in myself and simply try with my own willpower. I even tried wishing myself away.

I needed a team. I wanted my team back. My people back in Starling who helped me get through every little thing. That was my drive. My adrenaline source. Now it felt like a duty. But I still felt like I wanted to do it. I can't really explain it.

A few weeks post asking Cisco to design the suits, he'd delivered, and boy did he deliver well. It was much better than I anticipated it would be.

I took the one that was made for me and left him with the red one.

"You're gonna need it someday," I had said.

I tried to make a dramatic exit but Cisco Ramon had other plans.

"Hey, what the heck you leaving me in the dark for? I thought we were buddies or something!"

I raised a brow at his whining.

"Or something," I called over my shoulder as I turned to jump off the roof.

"And stop jumping off the roof, dude, it gives me the creeps,"

I turned back to face him, smiling,

"Don't you know, Ramon?" I said, walking backwards slowly stopping when I reached the edge, "That's exactly why I do it,"

And with that, I jumped. Backwards. No regrets.