Disclaimer: I do not own 'Flash' and 'Arrow'.

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Prologue.

My name is Hazel Price, for fifteen years I've lived a normal life, but that all changed when I died.

Or at least, I think I died.

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My eye's burned a hole into my laptop as I watched the end credits roll. I know this is fictional. I know they're only actors. But hot damn, this episode just pierced a hole right through to my soul. It was lucky my parents weren't home because if they were they'd surely send me to the loony bin. The sounds coming out of my mouth right now cannot be called human. As I came up gasping for breath for act two, my laptop screen flickered. "No…nonononononon! Don't die on me baby!" In the span of two seconds the screen showed a live broadcast.

That's new.

"Oliver Queen is alive-"

Flicker.

As my laptop screen came back to the credits, I was staring. Waiting for whatever that was to happen again. After a couple of seconds not breathing. I clicked the exit button, closed my laptop, lay on the couch, covered my face with a pillow, and screamed.

"NOOOO! No, that didn't happen. It's a trick. Lies! Ohoho!" I snapped the laptop open again, glaring at the screen. "You writers think yourselves so clever. But no! No you ain't! Mixing Arrow into the credits. Tsk-tsk. The comic-book fans would have a field day with that little-Hazel you're talking to yourself again." Embarrassment oozed off of me like a rotten apple. "I need sleep."

The same thing happened two weeks later. Only I wasn't watching The Flash, I was watching funny cat videos. One second the cat was leaping to it's imminent doom, the next it was a live broadcast.

"Officials are trying to shut down the particle accelerator, but so far have been unable to-"

"Meow"

I was once again left screaming into a pillow.

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It only got weirder after that. Not two days after, when I visited my mum's work in the city after school, a buss passed me with a 'Vote for Queen' sticker on it. But when I looked back to double-check it was gone. Then the day after that I saw a woman be saved from being run over by a red streak. When I went to ask the woman if she was alright and saw what I saw, she and the car disappeared. Things like that, and any tv screens nearby either flash to report something on the green arrow of flash. Apart of me is wondering if I was going man, the other part was hoping it was real.

About a month of enduring this torture, I found nothing on the Internet. Nobody else has experienced what I was experiencing. And it was nerve racking. I tried to ask my friends for help, but they just laughed it off as a joke. Same with my parents, although I doubt they even heard a word I said.

Kicking off my shoes, and wrapping myself up in my 'Captain America' hoodie, I hugged myself on the couch. Not enjoying the preview for the next Arrow episode at all, without realizing it I had switched to another channel.

A trailer for Batman vs Superman.

Screaming in anguish, my thumb annihilated the off button. "Nope, not happening." My fingers began to massage the growing pain in my head. "DC is cruel. Come to your senses Hazel. They gave birth to the Joker, so of course they'd play jokes on you." Taking a deep breath I brandished my laptop and began writing a complaint letter to the Arrow and Flash writers. "Screw with me and I'll screw back." Halfway through the letter, my screen flickered again. "Ah, fuck." I waited for something, a broadcast, a security camera recording, anything. But it just kept flickering. Beginning to feel uneasy, I slammed it shut. "Calm down, Hazel." I muttered to myself as goose bumps began to prickle down my arms and legs. "Calm down." Feeling a shiver run down my spine, I had a sudden feeling somebody was behind me. I didn't dare breath or move. With shaking hands I slowly grabbed the remote and turned around throwing it aimlessly. All it hit was air.

I was alone.

I let out a little hysterical laugh, slinking back into the couch and hugging my pillow. Reaching for my phone, the unknown eyes came back. I froze, my heart about ready to give out. Sprinting off of the couch, I ran to the kitchen where the landline was and some really big knives. Now armed and dialed to the police I pressed my back to the wall, staring into an empty apartment that suddenly had too many shadows.

"911 what's you're emergency?"

"T-There's an intruder in my apartment."

"Are you hurt?"

"No."

"Does the intruder know that you're ta-beep beep beep." My heart stopped and my breathing began to echo the empty apartment.

"Hello!" I jumped back at my own shout and shakily rose the knife in the air to the apartment. Above me the light began to flicker. "H-Hello? Please still be there."

"Hello?" Thank God.

"Oh God Oh God. Please help."

"Who is this? How did you get my number?" I was about to answer when the light above me blew and I screamed, hoping it got the attention of my sleeping neighbors. "Hello?!" Shrieked the voice in the phone that was now lying on the ground because I now had two knives and was legging it to the door.

When my foot went down, everything changed.

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