Note from Protarn: Hello fellow readers! I appreciate you guys reading this story. Please credit my friend, Nicholas who created the idea of the Bolt. And don't forget to credit what this fanfic was based off!

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Throughout my childhood, I get bullied a lot. I always wanted to fight back but I get lazy to work out at the gym, in spite of the fact I got some training in the past. It was my foster dad who told not to fight back. Whenever I tried to fight back or tell the teachers, it doesn't go well. I'll get robbed over and over again, force me to do their homework, make fun of my nerdy hobbies, but jokes on them if I became their boss, I'll give them less day offs. The adults won't believe anything I'll say because I need some evidence but do I look like a detective to you, and usually I'm scared or they'll hurt again, and again, and again, and then again. I was like a peasant to them just licking their shoes. I'm not even their only victim, there were others being hurt and nobody was happy. If only I have the power to make things right.

I was then given a chance because of an accident. It was this accident that's going to change everyone's lives. . .

David Rider's Power-plant, turbine hall; I was just working at the turbines with Mr. Leg before Mr. Leg's shift was over.

'Look at the bright side Nickel. You'll get paid extra. You could buy more things. Probably you'll get enough to buy a new car.'

'It's not as good as you think. Getting paid is the only pro here. Everything else is pretty much a con'

'Hahahaha.'

'There's nothing funny about that. I haven't drank any cappuccino and I'm already feeling tired.'

'Didn't I told you to sleep early.'

'I did. You are the best adviser I ever have. Last night some couple were still complaining about the fire, and I listened to everything they said. For some reason, the guy was upset that his stuffed lion got burned out and he blamed her for letting it get burned.'

'You listened the whole night?'

'I would't be tired.'

'Creep.'

'It's not my fault there were talking so loud! I bet I'm not the only one who listened to it.'

'Name one.'

'Ugh. . . John. Yeah John. He was pretty tired this morning. '

'And you saw John this morning'

'Yes. Yes I did.'

'In spite of the fact he has a day off and he was just watching an anime marathon.'

'Fine. I could be the only one listening. I was thinking if there was a way I help them.'

'How could you help them?'

'I'll buy him a new doll or an expensive looking doll. He'll like it. '

'How much do you know about them?'

'I know they've been together for few years and they moved in five months ago. That's something I know. They haven't got married but they've been talking over for so long, and they haven't decided yet.'

'That's it. You don't know much about their parents or their hobbies. Did you know the doll John got was his last toy when he was a child before his parents were killed in the train accident. To him, that doll he just lost, is the most expensive doll he ever had. But it was burned.'

'Are you trying to make me guilty here. It was burned and now there's nothing I could do anything about it. It's not exactly my fault that I got the whole place burned. The boss was rushing me to do a lot of stuff, in fact everyone was rushing me, pressuring me, but I can't even run that fast. And now with the fire, I got to do more stuff and I'm gonna miss the activation of the Particle Accelerator. I've been waiting to see ever since the project started at S.T.A.R Lab.'

'Something good might come up. It may seem bad now, but I got a feeling it was just a test how you can handle difficult trials. In the end, your struggle is going to pay off.'

'Very wise. Things are going to get better after a meteor shower or a big tsunami.'

*Checking his watch* 'It's eight. I'm going to take my kids to the Particle Accelerator.'

'You too?! Lucky. I wish I was one of your kids.'

'You were like a son to me anyway. But I'll take a video at the whole thing. So you'll be seeing what's going on.'

'Well. At least I'm the not the only one staying around here. I won't feel lonely seeing there are other workers suffering around here.'

'That's the spirit. Stay positive.'

*Mr Leg exits*

In about an hour later, I'm starting to feel a bit upset not seeing the Particle Accelerator. I mean it's like everyone you knew went to watch a movie without you, then by the time you went to buy tickets, they were already sold out so I had to wait for months before a DVD comes out. But this is the Particle Accelerator and you can see the activation yourself only once. I'll try to be positive here: I am technically preventing a disaster so I'm kinda of a hero that nobody knows.

I finished with the turbine and I was asked to go to the electrical room. Apparently my superior must've been low on technicians and nobody wants to keep an eye to the electrical room because they're planning to cause some damage to the electrical room which can doom everyone. Joking, just switching places with another technician, he happen to have his shift to be over. Lucky guy.

After some more inspection and repairs in the circuits and the control systems. . . Things gone wrong. . . It all happened at the same time as computers explode, lights exploded with sparks coming out, the emergency lights were suppose to be on but somehow it was damaged, I felt something shaking around me as if there was an earthquake or something hit the power-plant. Like a disaster happening at the same time: volcanoes erupting, tsunamis, hurricanes, and probably an alien invasion like one of the movies I've seen. But everything right now is actually happening. It's real. It's terrifying. It was like the time when I was a kid. . . I can't remember much. . . all I see was fire. . . Like I was in hell and I heard some laughter, a crazy laughter. . . It's like the devil was watching me. All alone in this control and just here to die while every else are enjoying what they're doing.

I was knocked down by a strong force from an explosion of a machine. My clothes were on fire, and I tried to rub them off, but the fire kept on burning my hands. I was starting to feel pain. . . It hurts so much. . . My body. . . It's being roasted on the inside. . . It. . . Hurts. . . I'm dying. . . Help. . . Me. . . I want to scream. . . But my lungs was on fire. . . And smoke kept on getting on my lungs. . . I was choking. . . Can't. . . Breathe. . .

I passed out for a moment. The pain was suddenly gone. I could somehow move again. I don't feel injured. I feel fine. It was like I was never hurt. I feel some energy in me just rising like the time when I drank an energy drink, but this is different. But it doesn't matter, this place is going to fall apart. I had to get out before this place gets destroyed. I have to take my chance to get out.

I began to make way to the exit. Some electricities around me had been acting weird, whenever I get close, they seem to follow me like magnets. It was weird. I didn't want to get close to it, because it was like a creep thinking to do bad things to me. I got close. . . It didn't hurt me like it was suppose to. . . Instead it made me feel like I was running faster. . . Then faster. . . Faster. . . Now I can run fast enough to get out of here. Closer I get to electricities, the more speed to get out of here! I'm not dying tonight!

I was glad I knew most of the floors and the hallways, but most of them were already damaged from explosions. I was lucky, I felt some presence of electricities around this place, so I just absorbed them to get faster. There were more damages around and piles of things scattered around. I slipped stepping into a toolbox which causes my head to slam itself onto a wall. I could feel my skull cracking and my head going numb from the damage, but the electricities continue to heal no matter the damage, but it still hurt a lot.

I heard there was some people coughing in a room, and some of them trap inside a room. I was thinking of saving them, become a hero. The only problem was I can't find an exit. I can't save them if I can't save myself. But those people are dying, I can't leave them to die here. Unlike me, I can heal myself. So I ran ahead until I found the exit. A lot of wreckage ahead, but I found an exit. It wasn't a door, it's a huge hole in the wall as if something blew it up. I got out and I felt the breeze coming, but then suddenly it became plain.

The sky, the sky doesn't look dark anymore. I used to be afraid of night time, but the sky I'm looking now, it's like a mixture of red and orange. There was damage everywhere. It looked like something exploded, something that looked like it came from Star Labs. How can this happen. It looked horrible out there. I want to get out of this mess, I don't want to see any of this. Am I dead?

I have to get out of here. I just ran away as fast as I could until suddenly I'm in a forest. It was so quiet in here. Nothing here felt like a mess. Gotta think in here. What's going on in here? Then I just realized how sudden I got in here. Did I run here? I'm not even so sure. I don't even know what's happening. Just gonna think here. Just think. A big mess I'm in. How. . . Did this happen? How could it? After years of waiting just to failed to see the activation of the Particle Accelerator, everything just suddenly blew up.

I ran back to the city to see what's happening. And the city, it's a big mess around me. So many screaming, panic, crying, destruction. I went to Star Labs, and I felt relief it was perfectly fine, but not the people around. Some of them are just lying on the ground asleep. But one of them was awake, and he was on fire, he looked terrified and confuse. I had to find a fire extinguisher to get rid of the fire. For weird reasons, the fire doesn't seem to be killing him, his skin doesn't look burned off, yet the dude is on fire. How is he doing that? I had to help him anyway, but there's way too many things going on.

What's going on around here. I heard some weird screaming, and some weird thing flew in the sky uncontrollably. Should I help or leave everyone before things gets worse?

Someone seemed to be crying out there. . . Someone I know. I ran until I can't run fast anymore. How do I became fast again? How? How? I was hit by something. . . Something electrical? That would mean I would have to get electrocuted. It didn't hurt me but I probably did something. As in manifest it.

So I ran and ran. It was chaos everywhere: everything was dark and it was the fire keeping the darkness away but it's burning the streets down. Electric wires were going crazy so I ran as fast as I can, but I immediately became tired. I need those electric wires. I need power. Do these wires can really help me? Will it help me save this city? Why am I discussing this with myself when it's not helping me? Nothing is going to happen if I keep on asking myself. So I touched the wires. It actually doesn't hurt, it helped me. It was like some kind of a medicine or waking up from many hours of nap. I feel great. The energy flowing through my body like a river going smoothly in my body.

Then I ran, faster than I've ever been before. Everything was passing too fast. It reminded me of the time I skip forward in a movie, but I knew what's happening bit by bit even though it's going fast, and normally I would lose track, and going back is something I'm gonna need. But, I know where I'm going. I kept on running fast. My legs had never felt so alive, I felt very alive. Powerful. Unluckily for me, the more distance I made from where I began to other places, I realized that chaos was everywhere. It's like I'm running in hell, or some disaster like bombs exploding out of nowhere and foreign invaders started attacking with tanks and flamethrowers.

It was Mr. Leg and his family, he was burned from an explosion while cradling his sleeping daughter, Lily Leg. His son on the other hand was awake, looking. . . deformed. . . his head like a bird. . . With feathers covering his body. . . For a bird. . . He doesn't have wings. . . At least he hasn't lost his arms. Though I wasn't so sure if that was Leg Junior. . . He sounds like Leg Junior. . . But do I got time to think? No. I have to help them. . . I have to send them over to the hospital, myself. . .

I tried to carry Mr. Leg, his daughter, and his son, but Leg Junior was acting crazy. He was screaming for help and his face was flooded with tears. I want to really me. So I ran to him. . . Until I realized I made a mistake. . .

Leg Junior was terrified of me. I tried to reach him but all he does was to run away from me. I look at myself, I was covered with electricity. My hand suddenly burst electricity at Leg Junior. Most of his feathers were burned off and his body turn dark like an ash. What did I do. . ? Did I killed Mr. Leg's son?

Behind me, someone began to breathe deeply, breathing in the air then breathing it out. But that person was breathing like a leaf-blower. It was Mr. Leg looking healthy and fine as if some explosion never even touched him. His daughter was still asleep in his arms. He was a strong man in spite of his old age, and he always look like he was from a war, but he had always been a good guy to everyone. Now I see a fierce guy just expecting a fight might happen soon. He looked at me, terrified, confuse, and angry. But Mr. Leg put his attention to something else, looking for something. It was his son he was looking for.

'Junior! Junior! Junior! Junior! Junior! Junior!'

'Leg. Junior's right there.'

'That's my son?'

Mr. Leg made way to Leg Junior.

'Is this really my son? Is this a joke to you'?

'. . . . . . That's your son. . . . He turned into a bird. . . .'

He began to cry, and he fought his tears, his sadness.

'If this is my son, why was he burned?'

'. . . . . . . . . ..'

'You have to tell me.'

'. . . . . . . . . . . .'

'Tell how he got burned! Did you electrocute him?'

For a moment, I look at Leg Junior just hoping he survived but would it be good that he survived? Living the rest of his life looking like a burned turkey. It looked like for a second he moved. My head is playing games with me, it's like I want to believe he survived. How could he survived getting hit by lightning? Yet I survived. He could survive getting struck.

'Is this really my son? This bird. Did he turned into some bird? That can't happen. Am I dead? Is the devil mocking me?'

I carefully look at Leg Junior; I thought I saw his fingers twitch a little. Did he survived? But if he did, he could be slowly dying, he should be at a hospital. What hospital could help him?

'Take a careful look at him.'

Leg junior get to finally say some words out, but he struggled, as if the pain was choking him, '. . . . . . . . . . Dad. . . . . . . Is that you? . . . . . . .'

'Are you okay son?'

' . . . . . That man. . . . . Hurts. . . . . .'

He pointed at me as if I murdered someone. Then Mr. Leg put his son in his arms. I heard heavy breathing from him, looking like he's trying to contain his anger. It was a very quiet moment; seconds felt like minutes passing by. He looked at him, opened his mouth as if releasing something. A hole appeared on my chest out of nowhere like it was shot by something, something that could've come out from Mr. Leg's mouth, shot me with the sharpest air.

I fell on the ground feeling the pain scratching on my body with sharpness. The pain did go away, and so as Mr. Leg and his kids.

What can I do right now? My powers could hurt many people. I could get them killed, and I'll have myself to blame.

Sudden thoughts came to me. It was the thoughts of my foster dad who raised me in Gotham city. The things he did for me. The lessons he thought me. . . The people he helped. . . But my power could kill people. I can't control it. Maybe there is a way. What if there is a way I could keep it stable.

I bolted my way through different stores, finding something I could use. I have a better chance finding it in the supermarket. And at last I found it. Rubber wires. I'm gonna need all of it, every rubber wires I could find.

I noticed I slowed down. I'm running low on my powers. Maybe this is my chance to help people without hurting them. Will it be as effective as running fast? I don't think I could save anyone fast enough. All the same, I had to save some people. I just feel I had to. A feeling something telling deep inside my mind, forcing me to help people, keep them from dying.

I went to look around for an injured civilian. There's an injured woman on the floor unconscious. One problem I realized: how could I wrap around here with rubber wires if she's on the ground? An idea just came at my head. What if I wrap myself in rubber? So I wrapped myself in rubber wires. The problem was I can't move like some free bird with open wings. I decided to wrap most of my upper body and some on my leg so I could ran without a problem slowing me down. I forgot something important. Magnet. Does it matter now I get a magnet? She's dying and I had to do something! I don't have time to think! I had to act now. I wasted enough time.

She's still fine even getting close, but I had to wrap her in rubber wires to keep it safe. It may look weird or wrong, at least there's a chance to save someone.

I kept on running around the streets, running like a literal lightning bolt, the living lightning. I do feel that I'm not running fast like earlier, probably because of the rubber wires. The rubber wires could be preventing me from absorbing electricity around me. I ran on until I could find a hospital. Then I heard more screams and destructions. I saw some deform people around, people with some powers along the way. More injured people to be seen. I was thinking about saving them. I do have plenty of rubber wires, but the rubber wire is slowing me down like some kind of wall that prevents energy from passing into me. The woman is heavier than I thought. There's too much people around here? No. I can't. Too much going. A tall building in front of me exploded. Pieces of it falling onto people and vast dust began filling the air; smoke filling the lungs of the people around. I decided to ran away. Saving one person is enough for me.

I reached in front of the hospital and drop her off in an emergency room. It's crowded in there. Some of the people seems to notice at the rubber wires me and her wrapped around in. I took of the wires and ran back outside. Maybe I could save some more people along the way.

That's what I did: I ran around, rescuing as many civilians as I can until this was all over. My head was feeling tired from all the helping. It just felt a lot to hold in an idea of saving everyone in this city, a city populated by thousands of people. There were times I failed: a stranger died on my arms because a gap between the wire rubbers had the electricity burned him. I saw some strange people that makes me wonder if I should help: there's some kind that turned into poisonous gas, some got into my lungs, but the electricity seemed to heal me quick for some reason.

Then I saw someone running as fast as me. . . A man in a yellow suit. . . Red eyes that glows like fire. . .

He ran forward with his fist ready to punch me. He began to jab me with his fists several times. It's like getting hit by boulders. The jabs his all over my body until I fall onto the ground. My body was healed in an instant, yet I do feel my power getting weaker per each jab.

He said to me, 'You shouldn't be fast.'

That's what he said to me. His voice has a lot of vibration. In fact his body keeps on vibrating for some reason.

I do felt something. . . Electricity coming from around him. I gathered all my strength and speed to hold on to his leg. A tip of my finer is free from the rubber wires. He was surprise when I touched him. But before he could do anything else, my finger had already touched him. There was so much energy coming into me, so much power. I have now the advantage. I got up with new power surging through my body, the tides had turned into my favor. I pointed at him with my finger, 'Let's see who's faster on kicking ass.'

A bolt of lightning was fired from the tip of my finger like some lightning gun. He tried to do something but he already took the damage. How did I do that? But I already did use that ability, on someone's son. . .

He began to talk, 'Wait. Sorry what I just did. I mistook you for someone.'

'That doesn't excuse the fact you nearly killed me.'

'Give me time to explain. Your wounds had already been healed, but your confusion's not. Just a chance. The city is already falling apart unless we do something about it.'

'What do you want me to do.'

'The obvious.'

'After what you just did to me. I don't even know you. You can't expect some guy to me be helpful after you beat him up. Life doesn't work that way. So give me a reason why I should.'

'You're not going to listen? I have no choice but to do this.'

The yellow guy was really fast even after getting struck by lightning. His yellow suit could've protected him. But what chance does he have against me? Right now we're up to scale, until I realized the lightning until took a quarter of my power which means he's faster than me, even though he doesn't look as fast as earlier. As long I could touch him, I could win.

The fight went horribly for me. He seems to predict what I'm going to do. He even somehow stole the rubber wires I wrapped around my body. I tried to kick him, punch his face, ran around as if we're in a big race. Everything looked like a rush, or time seems to be accelerating. But the yellow man is faster and looked more experience than me in fighting. He kept on finding ways to avoid my hands.

I slowed down after a while during the fight. I was tired. My powers is vanishing. Gotta find some electricity. However, the yellow man tied my hands and legs. Now I can't move. I'm dead.

A wall exploded close to us. The yellow man was distracted for a split second and saw a big guy looking like a cow-man, some kind of a minotaur. I was finding a way to get out, but the yellow man had my body around his shoulder and ran across the streets; I noticed he had rubber wires around some parts in my body to prevent me from absorbing him. He was touching my head, vibrating it to keep me nauseated. Losing strength and the will to fight back. I do feel I had some little left in me. A little shock could trip him to the ground. I had to focus releasing it. Just a little could do, even not knowing how, a little could do. I thought hard and strong until my head starts aching.

Then it worked. He fell into the ground just as plan. I'm free from his grasp. Free but the landing to the ground is not pain-free. Some of my bones felt like to broke. There were scratches on my skin when I rolled onto the ground. The yellow man looked hurt, but he's not done yet. I don't have any left in me: my hands are tied up, my leg is tied up, I can't use my powers to protect myself. I saw a knife on the ground. I could use it. But how?

A shot was fired. The yellow man was shot in the arm, then his chest and stomach. For some reason, he survived, and he vanished in a form of a yellow lightning. It was a police officer who fired. Some old officer with brown skin like me. He had the rubber wires cut down with a knife he found on the ground. The man was confuse how I got tied up in rubber wires, but I'm free now. He was going to drive me to the nearest hospital.

Some rest at last. . .