With a goofy smile on my face, I hugged the pillow on my lap eagerly as I pointed the remote at the TV screen to switch to the CW channel. The newest show was just so…good! Superpowers? Alternate Universes? Time Travel? Count me in! Well, it was mostly the fantasy of it all rather than science fiction that drew me in to watch The Flash. After the first few episodes, I got hooked on watching Barry Allen save Central City dozens of times. Plus, the main character was just so dreamy! And those abs… I let out a little squeal, making my younger brother roll his eyes.

"We get it, you like him," he sighed in exasperation.

I pushed my glasses further up my nose and tossed my short black hair back as I watched with baited breath for the show to start. My heart pounded with anticipation as I retorted, "Of course I like Barry! He's cuter than you, Tommy."

He scowled. "Don't call me that. My name is Thomas Campbell! THO-MAS! I'm ten, so stop treating me like a six-year old with-"

The TV cut him off with, "My name is Barry Allen and I am the fastest man alive."

Quickly, I turned my attention back to the episode. It showed a fast red streak moving through a city filled with tall skyscrapers-Central City. He then went on to describe what happened to him as a child before it showed a conversation between Joe and Barry. Hang on, this was a bit familiar.

I frowned. "Isn't this the third episode?"

"Didn't you know they postponed the newest episode to next week?" Thomas deadpanned at my expression of disbelief.

I threw my hands up in the air. "Oh come on," I whined. "This makes everything pointless! I would have a much better time watching Hibbing 911 from Supernatural since I missed that one!"

Thomas narrowed his eyes. "Then shoo! I haven't watched this one yet. Go downstairs and write fanfiction or whatever you do with that laptop of yours," he said, making a motion at me to leave. I huffed and slammed my brother's bedroom door behind me as I left.

My mom yelled from downstairs in the kitchen, "Don't slam doors! You're a mature sixteen year old, so act like it!"

And quit my raging teenage hormones? Easier said than done, so good luck with that. I walked into my own room across Tom's and changed into a long-sleeved black Attack on Titan shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Nothing too extravagant, I mused as I slipped my cell phone into my pocket and grabbed a pair of ear buds.

"I'm going out Mom!" I finally called once I finished tying my sneakers.

There was a pause before she walked over to stand in front of me. I stared into her dark eyes and waited for her speech. To my surprise, it was only a question."Katherine, why would you go out at night right now?"

"Same as you a while ago. To take a walk," I shrugged and shoved my hands into my pockets.

She pursed her lips together in disapproval but grudgingly allowed, "Get back by 9:00. An hour is more than enough time to take a walk around the neighborhood."

I gave the Attack on Titan salute with a grin. "Aye-aye captain!" With that, I stepped out onto the front porch after closing the door behind me. The air was cooler outside and seemingly easier to breathe as I inhaled.

"Missed this," I muttered to myself in appreciation before sticking in my headphones. Centuries from Fall Out Boy instantly blared as I descended down the front steps and began my slow walk around the area. There weren't really any trees around, but the ones here were being used as decorations. Pitiful compared to the majestic forests I had been to on field trips with my 8th Grade class a few years ago on my fourteenth birthday on a warm day: Friday, May 15.

Closing my eyes, I nodded to the beat of the music. It was so good! A few seconds later, I walked into a street lamp on the other side of the road. So much for that idea. This time, the earbuds went back to my pocket. I grimaced and rubbed the side of my head that hit the metal pole, scowling before crossing the road again.

Then I heard the rumble of a car engine somewhere. From what it sounded like: a truck was coming. I looked around as I walked faster. No lights. Maybe I was being paranoid?

Suddenly, something blunt and fast crashed into my side, throwing me several feet away on the rough asphalt. Hard. And it hurt like hell. I moaned as spots danced in front of my eyes while clutching my side. Was it bleeding? What about the ribs? Why didn't the driver turn on the headlights like a normal person? At least the thing didn't run me over. My thoughts were scrambled up amidst the pain, but one though stood out: Fuck me and my life.

Through the haze, I could see the driver rush out of the vehicle. It was an elderly brown-haired man with blue eyes filled with sorrow and regret. "I'm sorry," he croaked out.

Anger rushed through my veins for a split second before dying down. "Tell that to Mom when she finds you," I choked out.

"Do you have a phone?" He pressed desperately.

I nodded slowly. "In my right pocket," I slurred. He pulled out the phone-it now had a cracked screen and a red stain from the blood on the back. Poor little phone.

My thoughts were getting slower and slower as I no longer hear the conversation between the man and the 911 operator. I managed to mutter, "My final words…Canadians are awesome and don't drive at night."

Then I let go, spiraling into darkness…knowing no more.

Meanwhile in a familiar city in daytime, a crimson blur raced through the streets, missing a burst of light from one of the alleyways he ran past.

Okay, so I've gotten super obsessed over this TV show and decided to type up a fanfic against my better judgment, but whatever. The fic takes place right after 1x04: "Going Rogue" and before "Plastique". So yeah. Leave a review and maybe an alert if you want me to continue. Kudos if you know what Attack on Titan (Shingeki no Kyojin) and if you watch Supernatural.

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