I race down the alleyway, terror coursing through my veins. I hear feet pounding against the pavement, my pursuers only a few yards behind me. Suddenly, agony courses through my body, radiating from my thigh. One of assailants must have gotten tired of the chase and thrown the knife that was now embedded in my leg. Can't slow down-have to run through the pain. I look back to see where the group is, and everything comes crashing down around me. I had lost my footing and fallen; my pursuers were on me in a second. I black out for a few minutes, and when I wake up, they're gone. I try to move, but I immediately stop as agony wracks through my body. I can feel my heart slowing and my lungs struggling. I manage to turn my head to the side, desperately looking for someone, anyone, to help me. As I'm slowly dying, I see a bright light in the distance. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think that it's pretty. Soon, everything goes black, and I stop breathing. My heart stops beating, and I die. Then, something strange happened: I woke up.
It is pitch black, and no matter how I try to move, I hit a wall. I start pounding the ceiling, somehow managing to break through. Dirt pours through the hole, covering me completely. I claw at the dirt, trying to dig my way out. It takes far too long, and I almost suffocate, but I eventually break the surface. I look around frantically, trying to find out where I am. I realize I am in a graveyard, and next to me is a gravestone-my gravestone. I run. I don't know where I'm going, but eventually, I come across a store selling newspapers. That's not the date. It can't be. It's three months too late.
I see an article about the particle accelerator. It exploded, causing a wave of dark matter to go throughout the city.
That must have been the light I saw.
I leave. I have a lot to figure out, like why I'm not dead.
My name is Autumn Grace, and I have become the impossible. I cannot die. Trust me-I've tried. It has been six months since I woke up in my own grave. More people like me have been spotted, but no one believes it. To be fair, nine months ago I wouldn't have believed it either. During that time, a streak of lightning was sighted in the city. I decided to investigate and travelled to a crime scene and stayed in the shadows. I saw a man in a red suit, running faster than should be humanly possible. I had to find out more. I followed him back to Star Labs, barely keeping up. I walk into the lab and see four people. Three men, one in a wheelchair, and a woman, all talking to each other. They seem to be arguing, that is, until they notice me.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" The man in the red suit, whom I decide to call Sparky, asks with a snarl.