Hi guys! It's rlb190! Yes, another story, but this time, I have a co- writer! It's kaynee!
Hello! I'm so excited to be a co-writer with rlb190. I really hope you guys feel the same. I promise to do my best for all of you.
Great! So, the story is basically about meta humans got survived something, as you will read. So, enjoy! Kaynee's been great, so be sure to check out her story as well. It's going to be a great story!
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Vivi Allen
Kid Flash. Wally West. Bart Allen. Iris West. It's a legacy. It seems that sometimes there can be a glimmer of hope. Through these three, there has been suffering. There has been loss. There has been insanity. Yes, there has been insanity.
Insane. It's such a strange word. It has to do with the mind. The mind is a terrible and beautiful thing. It is both the creator, and destroyer, of sanity. Sense of judgment? Guilty or not guilty? Everyone is guilty. Death is never the end. And lightning always strikes twice.
That's my logic.
Sometimes, I wish that I could have just died and went to heaven like everybody else on that catwalk. I honestly wish I had died with everyone else. Survivors' guilt, I'd guess. Sometimes it's just so bad, I want to end it myself. I feel like Death has cheated me, not the other way around. How is it that I managed to live… while 15 others died?
It was a cold, windy day. We took a school trip to the nuclear power plant in Empire City. It was pretty boring, I remember. They let us walk on the catwalk with the tour guide. I remember her. She was blonde and overly-perky. Then the wires on one side of the catwalk broke. Maybe the wires were frayed or maybe someone cut them. Next thing I knew, we were falling.
I heard cracks and screams. Some had missed the toxic goo and fell right on the floor. I fell into some chemicals. It was bright green and smelled funky─ musty almost. I plunged in and blinked under the chemicals. It didn't hurt, but only for minute. Then a gut wrenching pain wracked my body and I was gasping and choking and clawing my way out of that metal container. I felt someone pull me out. I don't know… it was someone in black. I failed in their grip and they suddenly let go of me, as if something startled them.
I fell onto the cold floor. I heard sirens, and then everything went black. Then the part I dread most happened.
I saw a tunnel. And a light. I just needed that light so badly. I saw figures opening their arms to me. I needed the light, I craved it. I walked down the tunnel, towards the light. Suddenly, another figure appeared. He smiled at me, and then waved his hands as if to say "Go away, you can't come yet." The tunnel grew further and further away. I stumbled, trying to reach that beauty. I fell back, and I was alone in the tunnel. I fell to my knees and cried. Why couldn't I go? Why couldn't I be in that light─ that beautiful, warm, welcoming light?
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and met someone. It was someone in red and yellow. His eyes sparkled, as if to say, "I'm proud of you." I just shook my head. "I can't, I can't." The figure nodded, still smiling.
Then I woke up.
I was in the hospital, they told me. 'Vivi, can you hear me? You're in a hospital. You were in an accident.' I was in an accident. That power plant. I felt very strange. Very… light. Dizzy and confused, I just shook my head. Over and over, they talked to me. They said that my dad was dead. I didn't know why he was, then they said that he was working in power plant when the catwalk broke. It didn't make sense to me, because he didn't work at the power plant. They said his brother was married to Dawn Allen before he died , who was Barry Allen's daughter. She agreed to take me in as a ward. My brain hurt as I tried to make connections. First Barry Allen was married to Iris West, and then they had Dawn, who was married to my uncle. How did that make me an Allen? Why did we have the same last name?
They talked to Dawn when she showed up. She was pretty when she came, like an angel, with golden hair and green eyes that were focused. They told her I PDSD, and was lucky to be alive. You're lucky, Vivi, you're lucky. No I'm not. I wish I was dead.
I left the hospital a week later. Then I discovered I could vibrate my molecules by accident. I was sitting in a chair and I dropped my fork, and it fell right through my leg. Dawn said that it was because of vibrating molecules. She told me about Barry Allen. He was, IS The Flash. THE ACTUAL FLASH. So, my Aunt's dad is the Flash.
Well, it threw me off guard.
Dawn said she'd help me to make sure I didn't go falling through chairs at school or something. I also noticed something strange. It seemed like I was aging slower, like everything slowed down. It turns out, Dawn is actually like 60, but she looks like 19 years old. She says speedsters age slower, the Gen 2 most of all. Gen 2 is short for generation 2, which means we are related to Gen 1. Or something like that.
I'm not really sure how I felt about it. Mostly scared.
And guilty.
I still feel guilty, to this day. My mind has slipped from me, I must admit. I feel… unhinged. That'd be the best way to describe it. I'm a door, which has no hinges. I'm there, and solid, but people just don't seem to know what to do with me. Dawn said I have Increased Perception and I'm fully a Speed Force Conduit, whatever that means. She said I can manipulate speed force so well that I can allow my friends or family members to run alongside me at equaled speeds. She also said since I can tap into the speed force fully, I can also steal speed from objects, animals, and even other speedies.
I also enrolled in school. I had no idea of the city name until Dawn told me the school name. Empire City Charter School. It goes from grades 6 to 12. So I was a newly powered, unhinged, meta-human freak, who had just moved to Empire City.
Aunt Dawn told me a few kids at school don't really like meta-humans. She says sometimes they are judged, so it'd be best for me to lie low on the whole "speed" thing. She told me to keep my powers under wraps, so to speak. I told her I'd tell the kids that my parents traveled a lot and I was going to be staying with her instead of going from school to school. She winked at me and said that was the best lie she had ever heard.
Apparently, she has never been lied to.
Tess Reynolds
I'm pretty sure things went sour pretty fast. You know, I'm an easy going girl. I laugh and smile and joke and all that other stuff, but behind this smiling mask, I'm so lonely. And you know what? Lemons stink.
You know the saying when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade? Well, SCREW THAT SAYING! Unless life gives you sugar and water, your lemonade is going to suck. It's better just to throw the lemons at people.
I hate lemons.
Honestly, I used to be addicted LSD. I might as well get that out now. A few others, but LSD was pretty bad. It's what happens when you get thrown out of your house at age10 because you cost too much money. You have nowhere to go, and you get picked up by a gang. After a bit, they trust you to be a lookout for deals, then you make the deals, then you use what the deal is about. You snort it, you take stamps, you inject it, anyway to go on a trip, to get that feeling. LSD was my main drug.
Each trip sent you to another world, sometimes; I really was Alice falling down the rabbit hole.
Then, I started this new drug, called Vertigo.
Vertigo is a narcotic that makes its users disoriented. It was dealt by a man known as "the Count". When injected directly into the blood stream while in its purest form, it affects the thalamus, where all the information from the pain receptors are collected. This then causes the victim to believe that he is excruciating pain. The effect lasts for days until the heart just gives up and stops.
Of course, I took it in pills.
It made me feel really high and happy. It was pretty much insane. Back then, I was insane too. I thought I would try it through injection in its purest form. And well… that was stupid. But instead of going through four days in extreme pain, it only lasted about five minutes. I just woke up, and poof, I was alive.
I might have called myself lucky, if I was a naïve person. Even a religious person would have referred to it as a miracle or a blessing. I like to think of it more as evolution.
Something happened when I woke up.
I should have died, I was told over and over again by several doctors. All logic backed their assessment. They speculated over possibilities, like a built up resistance or whatever. I knew they were wrong. They said it themselves, I should have died; anyone else would have. I had to repeat it to myself as if they hadn't told me enough.
Sunny Cho
Sometimes it not up to us to decide things. Sometimes people die. Sometimes people live. It's not up to anyone to pick their destiny.
But sometimes, it would be nice.
I had just noticed the electronic sign exclaiming "Safety First" and how many days the construction site had gone without an accident─ seventy four, in case anyone was wondering. That changed the moment I went looking for my mother. Disgruntled by having to wait in the car, I didn't think twice about getting out and going to her office. Maybe the fact that I was in a hardhat zone should have tipped me off, but even a hardhat wouldn't have been able to save me.
One probably heard it from a mile away; the intense rumbling and the sudden shouts of workers. That part gets me; if they hadn't been trying to get my attention, maybe I would have noticed what was going on. But they easily distracted me, as the sounds of worry and terror was clearly audible when their voices merged as one. I turned around, curious, because who wouldn't be?
It was all so quick. The time it took me to give the workers questioning looks as they furiously waved their hands about to finally realize what was happening felt like a lifetime, really. I felt my heart stop as I turned to look above me.
The crane had strangely lost its hold on quite a bit of steel beams. Or iron beams. I don't know; I couldn't tell the difference. But either way, those beams were headed straight down. There was no doubt that I would be out of its range─ I was going to be crushed.
I tried to let out a scream, but it caught in my throat. As if it would help, such as that of a hardhat, I raised my arms to shield myself. I finally got that scream passed my lips when I should have felt that impact. I don't really remember what happened, just the dust and overwhelming rattling sound, but I felt something.
A tingle, I guess, if I had to describe it.
I immediately fainted.