The Infiltrator (A Flash Fanfic)

Chapter 9

Disclaimer: I don't own The Flash or any of its characters. I only own my OC's. :)

After training is over, Amy, Dylan, Kyra and I all eat lunch together at the same table.
"How old are you? You don't look 18," Dylan asks me in between mouthfuls of sandwich.
"I'm 16, I think," I answer truthfully. They all gasp at how young I am.
"What do you mean, 'I think'?" Kyra asks.
" When I was little, about 10 years old or so, I woke up with no idea where I was or any memories of anything apart from my name, on a bench. A nice woman found me and looked after me the best that she could but she recently died," I explain as well as I can without bringing in the speed force. I feel a hand on mine and I look up from the table to see Kyra holding my hand.
" I'm so sorry. It must be tough for someone as young as you," she says softly. We finish our meals in silence, me eating the others leftovers, before the familiar bell sounds. It is time for my abilities practice classes. I stand up and am about to follow the others when Lisa walks up to me.
" Mrs. McCulloch is having you do private abilities lessons," she tells me. I say goodbye to the others as they walk off and follow Lisa as she guides me down a hallway and through some big doors. We enter the room and I blink in surprise to find it looking very similar to the speed lab. By a set of computers is a young man and Mrs. McCulloch.
"Welcome Lexi," Mrs. McCulloch greets me. She turns to Lisa.
"You may return to your classes Lisa," she tells her and Lisa is quick to turn around and leave the room.
"Does Lisa still have classes here Mrs. McCulloch?" I ask her.
"No, she teaches some of the older kids classes and please, call me Eva," Eva tells me. I nod. Eva then leads me over to the computers.
"This is Mark and he will be monitoring your vitals and speed," she says and Mark waves at me. She tells me to start running and I quickly run up the ramp into the track and start running laps as fast as I can. The longer I go on, the more tired I get until my vision starts to go blurry as well and I get a sharp pain in my stomach. I stumble slightly and skid to a stop as I drop to the ground. I feel my body start to convulse seconds before I lose consciousness.

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I wake to the steady beeping of machines, reminding me of my time in STAR Labs. I slowly open my eyes to find Lisa and Leonard sitting in chairs across from my bed. Seeing me awake, Leonard immediately rushes to my side.
"How are you feeling?" he asks. I nearly laugh out loud at him. He frowns in confusion seeing my expression.
"What?" he asks.
"It's just funny seeing you pretend to care," I answer coldly.
"You are my cousin who is like a sister to me and you just had some sort of seizure and collapsed, of course I'm worried," He replies.
"Then why did you kidnap me and bring me here? Out of family love?" I ask him, he doesn't reply. Lisa yawns and wakes up. Her eyes widen when she notices I'm awake.
"How are you feeling?" she asks me.
"Don't worry, I have these seizures all the time, I'm pretty much used to it by now," I tell her. She and Leonard raise an eyebrow.
"You've gotten these before?" he asks me. I nod.
"Caitlin says it is because the particle accelerator explosion changed my particles so much I'm no longer fit to live on earth and I only have a few months left. I'm also not supposed to use my powers," I gush out in one breath.
"You should've mentioned this earlier," Leonard tells me. I look at him.
"When? When you hit me with your cold blast and nearly killed me or when you drugged and kidnapped me?" I ask him coldly. Lisa looks at him.
"You hit her with your cold blast?" she exclaims.
"I was trying to hit the flash but she jumped in front of him," He tells her. They start arguing and only stop when a doctor enters the room.
"So you said you have been having these seizures for awhile?" The doctor asks. We all look at him. How did he know that I have been having these for a while?
"These aren't very thick walls and you were talking loudly," the doctor whose name tag reads Dr. Willings explains. He clears his throat.
" I already have our best scientists synthesising a cure. If all goes well, we should have one ready in a matter of hours," Dr. Willings tells us. I look at him in confusion.
"How are you going to synthesize a cure in only a few hours? I have some friends who are scientists and they didn't even know where to start," I ask him. He looks at me, his expression unreadable.
"As I said. I have our best scientists working on it."