I own nothing, I make no money from this and do it just for fun. (Edited)
A/N;Hello there guys and gals! Welcome to my first ever story on . Normally I would stike to drawing my fanart but fanfiction seemed to have slowed down to a crawl lately. Someone has to do something about it! And actions speak louder than words and so I downloaded the app and begun writing this story. In all honesty, my English is not very good, spelling is a bit off and just... overall everything is amateur. I hope to improve as time moves on...
Story start...
I'm dead...
What the fuck...
But to be honest I saw this coming, considering I got sick of the Corona and had to spend my days in a hospital. It still sucks though...
"Hello there," A voice says making me jump up from the floor in shock. "You died."
Yeah no shit!
Looking over the speaker who appeared out of no where I silently gulp at the commanding aura of him. The man was tall with long slick black hair tied in a low ponytail, crimson eyes that bore into my very soul and was dressed in an all black suit with a white shirt and no tie. His very being seemed to demand my attention and respect.
Naturally I gave him both.
"So let's begin," he says as he spread his arms out. "Are you ready to receive the Gamer system?"
...The what?
two hours later...
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Remember that tall dark and handsome fellow that greeted me? He's gone. Now in his place seats a fucking teenager on a rage about how the Gamer system is the greatest thing in the multiverse.
To explain how we got here. The being before me was going to reincarnate me into another world. But with something called the Gamer system. It allows me to live my life as a game. Pretty cool, two things though. One, why do I need something like that in my next life is the place dangerous? To which he answered-
"Yes, very much so."
Second is, I suck at vidoe games.
"That's okay the system will guide you," He answered smoothly. "The leveling up of you stats and skills will be shown to you like so." My eyes widen in shock as a blue screen with my name and 'stats' appeared. "It's simple enough..."
To you maybe, to me this makes no sense! I don't understand shit and reading a blue screen with numbers and letters (that I don't understand) will not be my next life.
The perfectly calm being before me twitched. It was moment but I saw it. "Let me configure it to something you're familiar with. What's your favorite game?"
I have none.
His calm mask broke as his red eyes widened. He coughed in his hand and composed himself. "A-any game you like?"
I played a lot of FIFA!
The look of disgust he gave me will forever haunt my dreams.
Look! is the Game system the only thing you can give me. If it is I will accept and if not just give me something else. Cause let's face it, I'm not into games now and probably never will be.
"Of course I have other things! But the Gamer is the best of the best!" his calm mask had now slipped.
Really? Why's that.
And now here we are...
Somewhere along the road he turned into a teenage version of himself. Black hair and red eyes you know the works. Two hours later and I still wasn't a believer.
"W-Why are you like this?! You loved videos games I saw it in your memories before I grabbed you!"
Hate to break it to you but that's not me.
"wha- He seemed to pause for a moment before his eyes widened. "What do you mean I grabbed the wrong one! How is that possible?!"
Maybe you missed or-
"-Somebody made a switch." He seemed to flash from shock to rage. "That fucking white haired shit!"
Huh? I wonder who this 'white haired shit' is.
Taking a calming breath he turned to me. His eyes glowing with power as he pointed at me. "Sorry guy, if you loved games I would've looked the other way but."
Wait! You're just gonna do me like that! I sat through your rant about video games and shit!
He just shrugged. "The only reason I did this whole reincarnation shit was to one up that white loving ass hole. Since that's out..."
I-You know what fuck you! Go ahead and fucking end me! I bet you don't even know how it feels to just be killed after a promise of a second life!
He raised an eyebrow before lowering his hand. "Fine I won't kill him..." he muttered as he stepped back. Two giant game show wheels appeared on either side of him. "This one, gives you a super power and could be anything from-" He looked at the options. " Being a god of war to a human snail."
What...But can't you just give me a power!
"This one chooses your world," he ignored me. "Could be anything from the Pokemon universe to the Junji Ito Unverse."
Yes but you could just ask me and-
"Okay since you understand this one let us begin." he grabbed the two wheels in each hand and gave them a spin. And by that I mean so hard they became blurs and just disappeared all togethe. "Great now I have to wait..."
W-what happened to the...things!
"Don't worry there still here," he said as he held his nose in annoyance. "Just spinning faster than light."
What...
So I gotta wait?
"How do you think I feel!"
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Let's play a game!
five hours later...
This guy is good at games. We've been playing random games to pass the time and I tell ya. This guy is unbeatable. From the likes of video games like mortal Kombat, Tekken and Street fight to basic card games like fucking Uno. He beat me at everything!
(except FIFA, He really hates that game so we didn't play(
...though I did win a round of X and O's.
Now I was playing Skyrim while he took a nap. I didn't bother asking where all these TV's, video games and such appeared. I have conditioned myself to no longer be surprised by him and his god like power.
"Fine I'm up, I'm up." he muttered as he got off the bed. "Oh you're playing Elder scrolls."
Yeah I wanted to see what all the farce was about.
"And?"
I...I like it. It's something I can find myself playing in my free time. I pause the game and let out a sigh. It's not like I didn't wanna play videogames like everyone else it's just...I couldn't afford those games that everyone liked. My experience as a gamer comes from me playing mobile games and visiting a cousin of mine who had FIFA .The only thing I was into were comic books, manga and anime. My shitty laptop could only play Need for Speed most wanted without crushing. Anime I just got from a friend and Comic books and Manga I just read online.
"Looks like the wheels are slowing down," He said as I stood up and closed the PC I was playing on. "Let's see what power you get..."
Outside I was a mask of calm, inside I was freaking out. If my power was a very useful one then my chances of surviving in any world would be increased.
I closed my eyes and prayed to the only god I kind think of...
The one next to me...
"Annnnd it's...Master of the Speed Force!"
My eyes snapped open as I stared at the wheel. The speed force? The actual speed Force that let The Flash family get away with a lot things in the DC universe! Holy sh-
"All look your world has been picked guess this is good bye!"
What...
I blinked and I found myself staring at a white ceiling. Just where the fuck am I. Getting off the bed I groan as a headache hits me, making me stumble. Fortunately I stumble face first into a fucking wardrobe. Groaning, I push off the wardrobe. Catching sight of something that makes my eyes go wide. One of the doors on the wardrobe has a mirror and I see myself.
Holy shit!
I'm...
I'm...
Fucking beautiful!
Also I'm a young looking Grant Gustin with blonde hair. I'm shirtless with only a pair of sweat pants on and holy shit I'm ripped. Not overly buff but a lean, runner type. plus I have some killer abs.
Coooool.
Hearing muffled noise from outside the room, I slowly go to investigate. Opening the door I step into the Hall and follow the muffled sound.
"...sure he can't leave with..."
Going down the stairs I'm met with two people I've never scene in my entire life. Both are female, one is dressed in a lab coat while the other is in regular clothes.
"His up!" exclaimed the woman not in a lab coat. She is beautiful red head wearing a black tight turtle neck and tight jeans. She has this milf vibe about her.
The other woman is not on the same level of beautiful as the red head but is still a looker. She was slightly greying brown hair and under her lab coat is wearing buggy clothes. A black sweater along with cream pants.
"Ah, Mr Allen you're awake!" The scientist says as I stop in front of them. Up close I can now see their faces clear. She has brown eyes and a love Mark on the right side just a bit near her lip. "We have much to talk about."
"Yes like who are you and where am I?" I ask slowly. Seriously who are you people?
"Well my name is Dr Karen Masters," she smiled at me as she guestured to the woman next to her. "And this is Ms Mary Jane Watson Parker."
First of all...
what?
Second of all. That's a mouthful. But seriously the name sounds familiar. Like the the same Mary Jane from Spider-Man? But this beautiful milf looks nothing like Kristen Dunst.Mary Jane Watson Parker is super hot! Now That I see her up close she is way more beautiful than...Kristen Dunst. Her red hair and Green eyes go extremely well together.
"Just call me MJ," and her voice is just as beautiful as the rest of her.
"That ah, still doesn't explain where I am." I say scratch ing my head.
"You might wanna take a seat..."
"Let me get this straight," I say staring at the two women in front of me. We were currently seated at the dinning table. "I was hit with a lightning bolt two weeks ago," they nod. "This is my house," another nod. "And...MJ is my neighbor."
"That's right," Dr Karen says. So it turns out I'm an Orphan who is being sponsored by an inheritance left by my parents. (A/N I don't think something like this exists in real life) Apparently it pays for my school fees, Groceries every three months and I can only access it fully once I turn 20. Cool, I guess.
Also I own this house.
"I...okay so are there any side effects?" That's me asking if they know I have super speed. Cause I have a feeling this is like a back story fabricated by you know who.
The two women looked at each other before they turned to me. "Barry," Also my is name Barry Allen. Forget to mention that. "This is how you looked like before the accident," Karen takes out a picture of me from her lab coat and puts it on the table. I take the phone and-Oh my God! This kid looks nothing like me! Okay maybe if you took a step back and narrowed your eyes a bit maybe you could see me. I...in the picture have brown hair, blue eyes, looking scrawny as fuck and dressed in all black. Black hoodie, black skinny jeans and black make up.
"This is...me?" I look up and see MJ trying to hold in a laugh while Dr Karen looks stoic but I see a small smile.
"So the lightning gave me blonde hair and abs?" I ask, I'm playing the part of asking a lot of questions so not to look sus.
"Yes considering where you were hit..." Dr Karen trails off. Looking slightly nervous.
"And where was that?" What?
"You and your class were at the baxter building on a tour when Dr Doom attacked the Fantastic Four."
"The what!" I stand up in shock as my eyes go wide. Dr Doom, Fantastic Four and Mary Jane Watson parker! It should be fucking clear where I am now. Fuck me!
"D-dont worry everything will be fine, we don't really know what you were hit with but you have an appointment with Reed Richards next week so..."
Woman I'm not worried about that! I'm in a Marvel Universe and Dr Doom is already active! Fuck who else has a head start? Galactus? Thanos? I need to get stronger or in this case faster!
"I...can I go for a walk?" I ask quickly.
"...ah yeah sure!" Dr Karen says as she nods to MJ. "I'm also leaving but before I go...
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Dressed in a hoodie and some sneakers I slowly walk around the neighborhood. So apparently MJ will be looking after me for a bit and if I'm well enough I can go to school cause today is Sunday. And guess what? I'm going to midtown high! Great, just fucking great! Looking around I notice no one is around and take a deep breath. I have the speed force.
Closing my eyes I exhale and move.
It's a rush, like the fucking world is moving in reverse. Like fucking teleportation! One second I'm in an empty road and the next I'm falling face first into the trash cans of some house.
Gotta work on the breaking and turning but...
Standing up I breath in and speed off. As the world movies in the opposite direction and the few people that pass me by are moving very slowly. Holy shit this is amazing! I just assumed everything froze when the Flash ran but Damn I can feel the adrenaline pumping through me!
Now how do I stop this thing...
willing myself to stop I actually do and the world stops moving backwards and instantly pulls its self in the right direction...and that gives me a fucking migraine. I turned to the first place I saw that was empty. The local park...I think. Sitting on one of the swings I sigh as the pain stops. Looking at the Stormy weather I sigh, I can't tell what time it is.
This world is... Dangerous and for me to survive I need to pick a side.
It's obvious I'm joining the Heroes! They always win and if all it takes is to be a good boy and follow the no killing rule then so be it! I don't wanna murder no people.
I better go home now...
Rolling my shoulders and cracking my neck I Speed away from the park. A distance away from my house, I stop speeding and just jog all the way home. Opening the door I take off my burnt shoes and throw them in the trash. I forgot about that, normal shoes can't handle my speed. Sighing, I go explore the house...with my super speed. It takes thirty seconds.
The house is a three bedroom medium sized with A kitchen/dinning room, Living room, bath room and toilet.
Cool...
One thing I've noticed though is that I have no lightening. I'm like kid Flash from the Young Justice TV shows. Well that sucks, maybe I'm not fast enough? Thought for later, tomorrow is school for me. So I have to prepare.
Bag.
Books.
pen and pencil.
Headphones, nice!
And my phone.
"Better check where we are at school," sighing I take my headphones, plug them to my phone and open a book. Going to the music app, hitting random music plays and I just smile
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Of course it's Linkin Park and I'm okay with it...
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Next day...
I wonder who I should be, I mean in high school we have all these different groups like the jocks, the nerds, the goths aaand you know the others. But who should I be, its a new life and a new me. Looking at my clothes they are all a bit tight, except a black hoodie that says Linkin Park in white.
Of course I'm gonna wear it!
Sneaking into the master bedroom I search through my 'father's' clothes and find they all conveniently fit me. Now I'm dressed in a black hoodie and blue jeans and red sneaks.
Yep, I'm ready.
...Was that the school bus?
...
Watching the boy run for the school bus he just missed MJ smiled to herself. Barry Allen was a mutant, that was the answer given to them by Reed Richards. Since the accident occurred on their watch the Fantastic Four had taken to treating his injuries and since he had no known family they called in the next best thing.
Her, his neighbor.
It came as a Shock when the boy who was hit by lightening point blank recovered in a week and for some reason his brown hair turned blonde and his once scrawny body was now a lean muscular build. Plus he was taller now...
And hotter...
That...that was the lonely house wife inside of her talking.
Dr Karen Masters is a close friend of Susan Storm and was recommended because she could keep a secret.
MJ hoped the Neighbor's kid with super powers did not get her Daughter into trouble. Who was she kidding May inherited her late Father's Infamous Parker Luck.
Sighing sadly at the thought of her dead husband, MJ moved from the window and took a seat on her chair. She really missed Peter.
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"Hey wait!" I could pass this bus in an instant. But that would be misusing my powers and that's wrong. Plus I don't know where Midtown high is. "Wait!" The fucker saw me! I could see the bastard of a driver look at me through the side mirror and smile. He didn't stop...
You know what? I'm popping his tires!
Just as I gave up on chasing the bus it suddenly stops. The door at the front opening with a hiss. Stepping in, I give the fat bastard of a driver a heated glare. He seemed surprised by me. Grunting I turn away from him and go for a seat. The bus is almost full with teens with only a few spots left. The ones I eye are met with people either seating on the middle to claim both seats or people out right refusing. Suddenly the bus jerks forward and I suddenly stumble and fall face first onto the bus floor.
Everyone laughs, I mean they laugh really hard.
I think they hoped I would cry but all they did was piss me off.
Punching the floor in anger I stand and calmly look around a seat with only a skinny guy in a green head sock. I approach and he quickly cover the empty seat with his hands.
"Yeah sorry man, I'm saving seat for m-"
"-Move or else." I say as I glare at him. He stares up at me with wide eyes.
"...sure thing," He moves away and I take my seat. Sighing I close my eyes.
Back home the concept of being bullied by someone in my age group was a no go. Like yeah if some guy holding a knife came up to me in a dark alley and asked for money I'd gave it to him. But a guy I go to the same school with and in the same class as me, bullying me? Fuck no! Even if we fought and I got my ass kicked I didn't care. As long as I throw some punches I was good. He would know that I don't go down easy, what's the worst he could do? Kill me. Or beat me within an inch of my life? I'd just sue his ass...
My eyes snap open and my hand blurs forward and catches spit ball, stopping it from hitting my face. My eyes lock on the kid with a stroll and he quickly looks away.
We drive around for another ten minutes before the bus stops in front of the a school. So this is midtown, huh? As we came out of the bus some dick must have noticed me looking absent minded and tried to trip me with his leg. Key word tried, I kicked him in the shin hard. He yelped and quickly moved away. I stopped at the front and stared at the driver.
"What do ya want?" He asked as he gave me an annoyed look.
"Couple of days ago I was struck by lightning and have lost all memory of my past due to that accident. Now my body is still...adjusting from my injuries and you..." He slowly turned pale, it looks like he didn't now about the accident. "Have aggravated my injuries and will be seeing my Lawyers, have a good day." With a nod I walk away passing the students that had stayed to see what would happen. Of course that was bull shit but that bastard needed to learn respect!
"H-hey kid wait! I was joking, just a harmless joke!" The driver yelled as he followed me off the bus. Coming to my side he gave a nervous smile. "I didn't know about the accident."
With my super speed I jab him in the side making grunt and fall to the ground in pain.
"Don't fucking mess with me ever again..." with that I walk away. The kids stepping out of my way as I do.
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"Mr Allen you are late," the teacher says as I finally find my class. I should have asked for direction s but I was pissed off and just started randomly walking around until I cooled down.
"...Sorry it's kind of my first time here," I say rubbing the back of my head.
"Ah yes the teachers were informed of your... condition." She says as she looks me over. "Class as you know Barry Allen suffered a grave injury on our tour of the Baxter building. Fortunately he seems to have made a recovery but he is still suffering from... effects." The class was deathly silent. "But the biggest one being lose of memory. He has no recollection of anything that happened before two weeks ago. So this is his very first welcome and you should all be nice."She glared warningly. "Good, now Barry your seat is over...
Of course I seat at the corner of the class...
The teacher had already called attendance so she quickly left. The once silent class burst to life as people begun gossiping and talking amongst themselves. Most had their eyes on me as they talked, I'm taking a guess and thinking it's about me. Sighing, I open one of my blank books and begin drawing up designs for my Super suit.
My hand drops the pencil, blurs forward and catches the basketball intended for the side of my head. My reaction time has improved but that's not important right now. What's important right now...
"Who the fuck did that.." I stand up and glare at the wide eyed class.
"Wow, hey man!" A blonde muscular teen stands up with his hands up. "Sorry that was my bad." he slowly approaches me. "The names Flash," standing before me. He held out his hand for a shake. "Your reactions are pretty good, wanna give Basketball a try."
I stare at his hand in sus. "Is this some kind of joke?" I ask as he laughs.
"It's not, With your reflexes and catch speed we could be unstoppable." Flash says with a grin. "So how about it?"
Looking at his hand, I hold out my own and make a fist. Seeing this Flash's grin widens before bumping fist with his own.
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"You know? An uncle of mine was hit by lightning once and he did not turn into a blonde beautiful hunk. He was slow...very slow."
Mayday Parker or May for short stared with a small smile as her friend went on about the lastest news of the school. The news being her neighbor, Barry Allen. Personally she didn't care, (A/N what the fuck?)it was a miracle he survived and is okay but she had other things to worry about.
"Uncle Freddy?" May asked her neighbor and best friend.
"Yep,same one!" Gwen Stacy answered. Gwen Stacy is a beautiful blonde haired girl with blue eyes.
"How is he anyway?" May asked as she took out her books from her bag.
"Oh you know, dead." Gwen answered as she too took out her books.
"This dark phase you are going through better pass," May muttered, her eyes briefly glancing at the back of the class.
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After mid class? the jocks invited me to go see the coach. Honestly my head was a mess, constantly looking around cause this is a prank right? It has to be. So why was I dressed in the school basketball team's uniform. Dark blue Vest, shorts and red/black shoes I borrowed from Flash. This has to be a trick.
"Okay kid, I had to pull a lot of strings to get you out of class so...impress me." the coach said. He was a middle aged bolding man wearing a light blue track suit.
With that, a ball was shoved into my hands. Now there was a slight problem, I know the rules of basketball but I've never played a game. So here goes...
Ten minutes later and everyone one was looking at me in awe and shock. I decided to just go with the flow and shoot three pointers. And it worked! I scored like a hundred plus goals. All three pointers...
"Holy shit! Let's see if you can do that in an actual game!" the Coach who seemed unenthusiastic before now acted like someone lit a fire up his ass.
The basketball court was now full of players and it was game on. Most of them seemed to make it a point to try and foul me. But I was cheating, with my super speed on everything was in slow more. Though I made it a point to not use my speed to the extreme, just to move a few steps to dodge the other players. Though I didn't score 100 plus goals this team I did score a lot. Plus I was very good at passing. I could tell easily enough where my teammates are heading and just through the ball there. Though I was tempted to just throw the ball at mark five.
"Rough around the edges but nothing experience can't sharpen out. Okay brats hit the showers!" the coach bellowed, a grin on his face as he turned away.
After the game
"Dude that was sick!" Flash said as he wrapped his hand around my shoulder. "Hitting three pointers from the starting mark is incredible!"
"Thanks," I say awkwardly. "I... honestly thought this was a prank." Flash Thompson was supposed to be a dick and bully but apparently this Flash didn't get the memo. He was a bit arrogant and a dick but not a bully.
"Don't sweat it! Now let's go shower!"
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Oh right class was still on. The coach just pulled me out of class in the middle of a lesson. Wonder what strings he had to pull for that to happen.
Taking my seat I ignore the stares, it's just a track top. A light blue track top symbolising my new status as a jock. Who would've thought! Now all I need is cheerleaders to hang off my shoulders and...
"Hey? Barry right?"
I turn and come face to face with a pair of brown eyes.
"Yeah? who's asking," I say as the girl smiles.
"The names Liz, Liz Allen." The girl held out her hand and I took it.
Wow she's very hot! And just hope she's a cheerleader.
... END
(Edited) somehow
A/N Hey everyone who made it here! So that's my Take on the Flash SI and all that. I wanted to ask how you felt about his experience when moving at super speed. I feel like my explanation fell kinda short please help me with this it's really important for the story. That's it for now you can tell me the reviews what you think.
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