T H E F L A S H
I was cornered, trapped, surrounded, Taking in my last few dozen breaths. As I kneeled into the gravel falling slowly to my palms while he stared tauntingly at me through the blurs.
"Things could have gone better, Cory. We could've...
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"You were struck by lightning dude." ⚡⚡⚡
-C O R Y-
Something's off.
My fingers felt numb, my teeth chattered, and if I had control over my eyes I'd bet you five bucks the tips of my ears shined a brighter red than Rudolph the reindeer's nose.
I wasn't just cold, I was hypothermia cold.
And knowing my usual relaxation methods on weekends; Netflix, ice cream, and me wrapped head to toe in oversized blankets like a baked burrito, my house was never cold. That's how I knew something was off. Because if it's never cold why start now?
Unless... Maybe I'm not in my home.
"What are you doing?"
"They like this song."
"How could you possibly know that?"
Shit, I hear voices. I'm not sure what's worse, praying that I'm insane and having satisfaction that its all in my head or ravish in the thought that I was right and have strangers invading my home.
Better yet with my luck in life, they probably kidnapped me.
I'm curious though. What sort of kidnappers play lady gaga to their prisoners? It's not a new form of cruelty or something, is it? If it is, frankly, it's not doing a good job.
"I checked his Facebook page. And besides Cory always hums this tune. I mean, they can hear everything right?"
Holy crap. They know my name, and my top twenty songs.
"Auditory functions are the last sensory faculties to degenerate." It sounded like a girl who said that. Or a really feminine guy perhaps.
"Hey, Cisco..."
"Mhm?"
"By any chance, do you know where Cory is?"
Wait a minute, Cisco? And...Caitlin? Their my kidnappers?!
If I'm not dead already, they will be.
The last thing I expected to see was myself plastered on what I thought was a cold metal floor, but really it turning out to be a ceiling.
No one should wake up on a cold metal ceiling.
And as if things couldn't have gotten any better, I fell. Hard. Like my skin decided to rid itself of the ultra cool glue that helped me accomplish the Spider-Man act in the first place.
My elbow knocked over a tray filled with dozens of syringes and needles. Luckily for me I tipped over the side of a gurney that was significantly occupied. Bravo to me.
