The particle accelerator wasn't supposed to malfunction that night.
But when it did, not only did it create The Flash and many other meta-humans...
It created Swift.
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Anna Wells, the niece of Harrison Wells, was your normal everyday girl...
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pilot part one
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FOUR COP CARS and an ambulance were stationed at the bottom of the driveway leading up to Anna's house. The blue and red lights flashed across her face as she stood at the end of the small paved road, the sound of her uncle closing his car door and calling her name had nearly been drowned out by the loud sirens blaring in her ears.
"Anna," Harrison Wells said to his niece, his voice breaking, but she knew he was trying to be strong for her. He adjusted the glasses on his nose that had started to slip from the rain, and looked down at his young niece, a small frown tugging at his lips. "Stay close, Anna," he added and rested a hand on the girl's shoulder to pull her against his side gently.
The nine-year-old girl grabbed the straps of her purple backpack and trudged up the driveway, blinking away the raindrops that coated her eyelashes and pounded against the hood of her bright yellow raincoat—the bright yellow raincoat with white polkadots she had begged her mother for.
Anna swallowed a lump in her throat and chewed the inside of her bottom lip as she followed her uncle up the steps of her house, her eyebrows knitting together even further at the state her house was in.
Yellow caution tape was spread across the door and the red and blue police lights flickered along the side of the house, flooding in through the windows. Officers with cameras took photos of the inside and Anna looked around curiously, wondering why so many people were crowded inside her house—she was smart enough to know who the police were, but she couldn't understand why they were in her house. A dark-skinned man stood near the living room archway, his hands on his hips as he watched his fellow officers work about quickly.
Anna slipped from her uncle's grip and ducked under the yellow caution tape that tried to warn her of what would be lurking beyond the doorway—she was stubborn. She shrugged her backpack from her shoulders and let it drop on the floor at her feet as she walked closer to the living room, ignoring her uncle as he called her name from outside the door. She clasped her hands together in front of her, her fingers picking at her nails nervously. "Mom?" She called out and stepped into the living room, her eyes landing on splatters of blood all across the floor and the walls. "Mommy?"
The dark-skinned man turned to Anna, his eyes softening when she looked up and met his eyes with her brown ones. "I'm Detective Joe West and you're Anna Wells, right?" He questioned and rested his hands on the girl's shoulders as he crouched down in front of her. "Anna, honey, there's been an accident."
Anna furrowed her eyebrows and looked away from the man, her eyes moving toward the kitchen. She was a smart girl—her mother made sure she was well-educated—but she couldn't piece together what was happening to matter how hard she tried.
