Hello, internet! Welcome back to Godspeed! Last chapter got us off to a pretty satisfactory start. That being said, Godspeed's presence in the Arrowverse, particularly with his redefined character, does change a few canon events from the shows, but to tell you what's been altered, I'd have to spoil certain plot details for future stories, and that's a no-no in this business. Now, with that being said, let's get down to business!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE FLASH, OUR SPECIAL GUEST, OR GODSPEED. THEY BELONG TO DC COMICS.

Chapter 1: Godspeed Is Born

Almost as soon as I'd gotten my powers, and once my family knew about them, I'd wanted to get out there and start searching the streets for these impure Speedsters Savitar had mentioned, and on top of that, tell my crush how I felt about her and what I could do. I mean, who could turn down a guy who had superpowers?

But, then, something happened that put an end to all that. Something happened that made me start to feel afraid of my powers, worried that they would turn me into something I knew I wasn't.

I remember seeing it on the news, clear as day. The CCPD had been called in to defuse a hostage situation. Only thing was, when the police got there, there weren't any hostages.

It was a trap.

Something killed all but one of the officers. The sole survivor of that slaughter reported seeing blue lightning "zooming" all around, killing his brothers and sisters-in-arms. The officer considered himself the lucky one, spared so that he could tell the tale. Until whatever killed those officers showed up at that officer's house later that evening and killed him.

That cop was my father. I was right there when Zoom killed him. I remember his eyes. Pure black. Like darkness. Like evil. Like death. He told me to be thankful I was only a kid. Otherwise I would've shared my father's fate.

For so long after that, as Zoom's body count got higher, I was afraid to use my powers. I was afraid that if I were to use them, I would become just like Zoom. A murderer. A monster.

Then, one day, he showed up. Jay Garrick, aka The Flash. Central City's guardian and knight in shining armor against the metahuman scourge that infested our city. So many times, I was tempted to access my costume from my ring and help out. But, that same fear kept me from following through with it.

It was a good thing I didn't, though. When I saw the Flash and Zoom square off against each other once, I sensed the exact same impure Speed Force signature coming from both of them. I didn't dare voice my suspicion though, for fear of both mine and my family's safety. Thankfully, a few months after a wormhole opened up in the sky, I didn't have to, thanks to Dr. Harrison Wells, who, after he returned from a trip to what he called "Earth 1," revealed that what we thought was The Flash was in actuality something called a "time remanent" created by Zoom himself, as part of a sick game to give us hope, only to take it away again.

Not long after The Flash was exposed, Central City began going to hell. Metahumans, like Sand Demon, Atom Smasher, the new Deathstorm and Killer Frost, Weather Wizard, Blackout, and so many others began to attack, rob, and murder anyone and anything they could get their hands on. A new speedster who I swear is Jesse Wells called Jesse Quick showed up and tries to help, but the public isn't really in her corner. That, and there's only so much one person can do when every metahuman on the block is on a rampage. And yet, I still did not suit up and help.

What happened next finally gave me the kick in the ass I needed to suit up, and protect this city…

…

Present Day

August, now twenty years old, sat on the rebuilt elevated train, fidgeting with with the ring Savitar had given him while listening in on his fellow passengers' conversations. The topic at hand, was, of course, metahumans.

"You know, I still can't wrap my head around it. The Flash, the Crimson Comet himself, was a… time remnant of Zoom?" one man said.

"What the Hell is a time remnant, anyway?" another asked.

"According to Harrison Wells, they're duplicates created when someone like Zoom goes back in time and meets themselves, or they're time travellers from aborted timelines," said a third.

"That doesn't make a bit of sense. I thought the universe was supposed to end if you met a future version of yourself? Either that, or you pass out from shock," said a fourth.

"Guess Back to The Future was wrong," the man who'd spoken prior with a shrug.

"Back to the Future was a movie using a theoretical opinion of what time travel could do, until now nothing was concrete about the subject." This little tidbit of info came, shockingly, from a man who looked unintelligent at first glance.

August scoffed as his hand began to vibrate at supersonic speeds, making what his brother had dubbed "angry helicopter noises." Speaking of his brother, he was supposed to meet him that day for lunch at Big Belly Burger, then they were going to go catch the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie later.

Of course, part of August wished that he was going to see the movie with Lillian Green, the girl he'd had a crush on for quite some time, but was too afraid to ask out. At first, it was fear of rejection, and then it was fear of becoming something like Zoom. But, given that he saw his father murdered right in front of him by Zoom himself, coupled by having power remarkably similar to Zoom, had made him afraid of the powers given to him by his ancestor.

August pulled himself out of his thoughts and gathered up his stuff as the train began to slow down as it approached his stop. Once the doors opened, August put his ring back in his pocket and made his way off the train.

…

"No matter how many times I come here, I never get over how good these burgers are," said Jorge Heart, August's older brother as he and August sat in Big Belly Burger with their burgers, fries, and Soder Colas.

"I think we have Lex Luthor to thank for that," said August. He looked up as the bell over the restaurant door jingled.

August's heart skipped a beat when he saw who entered the restaurant. It was a girl around his age with short red hair and purple rimmed glasses. She wore a gray hoodie with a black t-shirt underneath, blue jeans, and pink and white sneakers. It was Lillian Green.

"What are you looking at-?" asked Jorge as he looked over to the door and saw Lillian. "Oh. You gonna go ask her out?"

"No. I don't think I can ask anyone out. Ever. Not when I'm like this," said August, vibrating his hand again.

Jorge heaved a sigh and put a hand on his forehead. "August, bro, we've talked about this. Just because you've got powers like Zoom's, it doesn't mean you'll become like Zoom," he said.

"But, how do I know that? Who's to say that I won't become a monster like him? I don't want to be responsible for the death of so many people," said August.

"August, Hunter Zolomon was messed up in the head before he got super speed. You're not, even after Zoom killed our dad right in front of you. I swear, August one of these days, we'll get you over this fear of yours, and you'll become a far greater hero than the Flash ever pretended to be," said Jorge.

"You really think so?" asked August.

"I know so, baby bro."

...

Later that evening, both Jorge and August were on their way out of the Vogue movie theatre, talking about the movie.

"Wow. What a waste of $5," said Jorge with a chuckle.

"You really think so? Because I kinda liked it," said August, smiling broadly as both he and Jorge chuckled once more.

A loud thunderclap came from overhead, and not even a second later, rain began to pour down like water from a showerhead. Both the brothers pulled their jackets over their heads as they ran through the rain, trying to find shelter. The rain was falling so hard that August actually lost Jorge amongst the dark shapes moving in the streets.

That quickly changed when he heard what was unmistakably a gunshot.

"Jorge? Jorge?!" August cried looking each way he could before he finally decided to head towards the direction of the gunshot. It wasn't long before he came across a large crowd of people muttering amongst one another. August made his way through the crowd, muttering "excuse me" as he pushed people aside.

When he got to the front and saw what the crowd was huddled around, he felt as though the world had ended.

It was Jorge, lying on the ground, bleeding out from a gunshot wound to the chest.

"JORGE!" screamed August as he forced his way into the center of the circle and held Jorge's head in his arms.

"A-August?" croaked Jorge.

"I'm here, bro," said August as tears began to run down his face, knowing that his brother probably wasn't going to make it, even if he ran him there.

Jorge gestured for August to lean closer. "P-promise me, bro. Promise me you'll save Central City from the rogue Metas. Help out Jesse Quick. Make this city what it was before Zoom showed up. Make it better. P-promise me," he whispered into August's ear.

"I promise, Jorge."

Jorge let out an empty sigh into August's ear. Looking into his brother's eyes, August saw that they had become blank and glassy. August let out a bellow like a wounded animal as he held his dead brother's head in his arms.

It was in that moment that August had overcome the fear of his powers turning him into someone like Zoom. It was then that he knew what he had to do. But, he would do it later. Right now, he had a brother to mourn for.

…

Two Weeks Later…

August was in his bedroom at his small apartment. He wore a white t-shirt and black gym shorts, in an attempt to make his suit more comfortable. His ring was on the middle finger of his right hand. He held out his fist and willed his suit to come out, mostly because that was the only way he could think of as to how to get it out, and to his surprise, a shape appeared from the front of his ring. As though from instinct, August raced forward and donned his costume, the gust of wind he created knocking over several books and other items.

Looking at his reflection in a nearby mirror, August saw that his suit was white with a little bit of yellow here and there, with a yellow lightning bolt splashed across his chest. It also had a full mask that had golden one-way lenses, allowing him to see out in full color, but didn't let anybody see in, as well as two more lightning bolts on either side of his head, which almost mimicked horns. The suit also made him look taller and more powerfully built.

"Okay, I like what I see." August said before he stopped and narrowed his eyes in confusion, the suit following those movements. "Is that my voice? My voice?"

'All units, there is a bank robbery in progress at the Second National Bank, reports indicate that the former lawyer Harvard Dent, now known as Harvey Two-Face, is the one leading the robbery.' said a voice on a Police Scanner that August had bought a few days ago.

"Isn't that the Gotham 'Hero'? Why would he be here in Central?" August muttered to himself. "Well one thing's for sure. Those people need a hero. And seeing as The Flash is no more, I guess that's my cue." said August, before he dashed out of his apartment in a flash of yellow lightning.

As he raced down the streets of Central City on his way to the bank, August took a deep breath. He could feel the air. Feel that wind on his face. He could feel the ground, his feet lifting him up and pushing him forward.

And the lightning.

August could feel the lightning. He could feel its power. Its electricity pumping through his veins, crackling through him, traveling to every nerve in his body, like a powerful shock. He wasn't himself anymore, his accident had seen to that. He was part of something greater, part of the Speed Force that his ancestor presided over. And it was all his.

August let out an exhilarated whoop as he broke the sound barrier, causing several cars to veer off the road and the windows of multiple buildings to shatter from his sonic boom.

…

Second National Bank

A man in his mid-thirties wearing a peculiar formal suit that was half white on the normal, black-haired, undamaged side of his face, with the other half being jet black on the hideously scarred, white-haired side of his face. In both his hands he held two revolvers, each cocked and ready to bust a cap in someone. This was Harvard Dent, former Gotham City DA, now turned into the anti-heroic vigilante/crook, Harvey Two-Face.

"Don't worry, ladies and gentlemen. As long as you keep quiet and remain calm, you'll be fine. Or, at the very least, it won't hurt your chances of walking out of here alive," said Two-Face. "Of course, if any of you do move," said Harvey as his 'other half' started speaking, "just a flip of my coin, and your fate is decided." he said as he chuckled ominously, flipping his trademark quarter.

Before anyone could say or do anything else, a white and yellow blur moved in and incapacitated Harvey's men, leaving them with broken arms, legs, and other broken bones. Harvey whirled around in confusion as the blur took out his men before stopping in front of him, revealing itself to be a man in a white and yellow suit with yellow electricity sparking off of him.

"It's over, Dent. Surrender peacefully before I kick your ass back to Gotham," the white suited man said, his voice somewhat distorted.

"We're of two minds for that, so we'll flip for it." Harvey said bringing his coin back into his hand, "Heads, we go willingly." the rational side said with the undamaged side facing the unnamed Speedster, before he showed a charred, scratched, and slightly melted backside. "But if it comes up Tails, we'll start firing." said the less-held-back side of Harvey as they flipped the coin into the air and caught it almost immediately. They stared at their hand and opened it, showing the undamaged side facing up. Sighing they slid it into their pocket, raised their hands in surrender, and dropped the gun sliding it away from him to show he was serious about going quietly.

"Atta boy, Harvey. The cops should be here soon," said August as he turned to leave.

Before he was about to dash off, a hostage called out to him.

"Wait! Who are you?" the hostage called out. The Speedster turned to look at the hostage, and realized with a jolt that it was Lillian Green.

"I'm the new Flas-" the Speedster started to say before he realized that calling himself "The Flash," would be in bad taste, given who the last guy who called himself the Flash really was. After giving it a moment's thought, the Speedster gave his answer.

"Nah, The Flash doesn't sound right, I'm just a God of Speed."

With that, the white speedster dashed off, leaving Lillian looking in the direction he went with her mind and heart racing.

Well, nice to meet you too… Godspeed.

And thus concludes this chapter! Sorry to keep you guys waiting for so long, but you know what they say, you can't rush art. And the fact that my co-author and I had lousy scheduales didn't really help either. Anyways, stay tuned for the introduction of Jesse Quick, Harrison "Harry" Wells, and the second Deathtorm! Until then, be sure to leave a fave, follow, and review!