The Bolt Episode 2 Destined

My name is Sean White. After waking up with no memory of who I was, I discovered I could do impossible things. Inspired by the heroes around me, I decided to put my powers to use and protect the people of Alter City, and find the missing pieces of my past. I am, The Bolt!

Weeks after the first appearance, all the news could continuously talk about is the orange blur running around the city. This very blur had been saving civilians from robberies, and terrible accidents. His movements and actions reminded everyone of a hero in Central City, who goes by the name of The Flash. This wasn't The Flash. But he was just as determined to help people with the gift he has been granted with. Because he was only one of a handful of people with these abilities, who chose a more noble path than others.
The very blur stopped in his tracks, standing in front of a large high school as the bell went off. Kids began to leave the school one by one, heading either to a bus, or to their cars. The young speedster was however only focused on one individual. It was tough to spot her in the crowd of teenagers, but he finally found her by the east exit, "There you are," he said under his mask, and sped over to her.
The girl stopped at the bottom of the stairs, hearing a series of sparks coming her way, "Right on cue," She sighed, as the blur swooped her up and carried her away in an instant.

The blur stopped in the park, and dropped the girl off on a bench, before speeding behind a tree. The girl attempted to regain her composure after the abrupt movement. She still wasn't used to moving at those speeds. It was exciting, but It also almost made her sick to her stomach. She showed this by successfully holding back vomit from escaping her body, "How do you not get sick from that Sean?!" She yelled.
Sean stepped out from behind the tree, fully dressed out from his uniform and into regular civilian clothing, "No idea, Olive. Must be a Meta-Human trait," He sat down next to her, sighing in relaxation, "How was my timing today?" His feet start smoking, so he brushes the heat away, or tries too.
"It was good, but you could be better. Last time you got me before I even made it to the steps."
"In my defense, I thought you were taking the front exit today. You mixed me up."
"Then I guess you were just too slow." He was left speechless after that when she started laughing.
"To use my speed in a pun," He scolded, jokingly, "Shame on you Olive Camilla," After a bit of laughter, he sighed, "You know, you are the only friend I've made since I woke up."
"That says something."
Sean remained silent for a moment, "I'm starting to regret our friendship."

Despite the rude comments made back and forth, the two of them truly were friends and enjoyed each other company. To Sean, Olive was the only person he could talk to about his powers. And to Olive, Sean was a mystery that needed solving. He was also a friend to, one that needed her help.
As the two took a walk in the park, they talked about their day. Of course, the highlights of the conversation were the acts Sean achieved as his alter ego. The most Olive had to talk about were the people in her school who thought they could arm wrestle a Meta and win. She felt very outclassed, but was still perfectly happy to listen to him.
The more Sean spoke, the more he started to think. He thought about Olive, and how she is more than happy to help him in his 'quest against crime', as she once put it. "Hey, Olive?" He started, "I have to know, from the very beginning, right since we met, you've been more than eager to help me out. Not only with my alter ego but also with my memory problem. Why is that?"
She didn't answer right away. Sean wondered if this was because she didn't have an answer to give. However, he was proven wrong moments later, "I guess you're my once in a life time opportunity," She answered.
He blinked, "To do what?"

"To make a difference. To help people. I don't have powers." She shrugged, and shook her head lightly.
"That doesn't mean you can't help others." He retorted politely.
Silence fell on her, as they both stopped in their tracks. She held her arm and kept her gaze on the ground. He could feel that she had something she wanted to say, but she almost felt resistant to say it. It was new, but not unseen from her. It was almost as if this feeling had been building up slowly. She seemed guarded from time to time with subjects that somehow connected to her morels. "Olive? You ok?" He asked.
She sighed, and turned to him with a smile, "It's nothing. Come on, let's go to Big Belly Burger. I didn't eat lunch today."
"What? Why?" he asked in immediate concern.
"Because I don't like much of the food there, and I forgot to pack a lunch because I was too focused on that car chase of yours this morning," she grinned.
"To be fair," he retorted, "I caught that car."

All the cases, all the criminals, and yet, the last three years of his career had been the strangest and the toughest. Meta-Humans had been more of a problem than ever before since the Meta population grew in Alter City. The police have done their best to fight against these new dangers. But he has seen time and time again that they are no match in comparison to their crazy and impossible abilities. Victor knew this, but that didn't stop him from putting a gun on his hip every day. If anything, it motivated him to work further in his office, ignoring the officers running around the department.

A stack of papers landed on the detectives table with a thud, shaking the table. He was startled and pulled out of his work with a shake of the head, "The hell is all this?" he asked.
"An assignment," the man said, tapping his fingers against the desk, "Chief wants you to investigate the orange blur that's been running around the city these past few weeks." Without getting an answer, the man took off, leaving Victor to ponder at the papers. He read through the files, one by one, learning as much as he could about the Flash wannabe. There wasn't much. He saw a few photos of a blur, lightning in the streets, and criminals tied up in a split second. But there wasn't anything definite. This new speedster wasn't trying to hide, but he wasn't trying to go public either. He was just doing what he does, saving people. So the question was, how is Victor supposed to find him if there isn't any hard proof on him?
Then it hit him. This man who runs around the city basically looks for trouble. So Victor has to do the same if he wants to find him. So that was the plan; to go after cases that a superhero would.
The tough part is figuring out which cases those would be.

It was greasy, but it was satisfying. Big Belly Burger had a great reputation for quality food. Good, but obviously not healthy. Sean didn't care for that in the slightest. This was proved when he ordered several large burgers with extra mayonnaise, 4 servings of large fries, 3 servings of chicken strips, and 4 large drinks. They had to tell the cashier it was for a group to keep him from thinking that Sean hadn't eaten in weeks. According to Peter Morrison, head of Light-Speed labs, Sean's appetite was due to being a speedster. His metabolism is massively increased. He makes several trips to Big Belly Burger a day. "Seriously, how are you not sick?" Olive asked.
Letting out a large burp, he took a sip of one of his drinks, "Um, apparently, according to Mr. Morrison, speedsters have to eat a lot to keep their energy up. Which is awesome because it means I get to eat here every day. Peter suggested energy bars that he made, but I turned it down. This is just too worth it." He smiled, eating a few fries. He loved the taste of the food at this restaurant. Ever since his foster parents took him here, he'd been addicted to it. Olive admitted that she likes coming here too. But she could just never imagine eating as much as he does on a daily basis.
"I'm just jealous that you don't have to watch what you eat," Olive said, "I guess speedsters are lucky." She sighed, then held his non-greasy hand in both of hers. He stopped and put down his burger, just as he was about to take a bite. He wiped his face with a napkin, "Everything ok?" He asked.
She was silent. Dead silent. Her gaze kept to her own hands holding his, "… You asked me before why I wanted to help you …"
A large boom sounded off, shaking the building slightly. They held the table for reassurance until the shaking ended. Murmur throughout the building was outshined by the screams near the source of the shaking. Olive looked straight at Sean and knew what he was thinking, "Go," she said, gesturing her hand to the door. He was gone a second after in a blur of lightning.

The street was drenched in oil and flames. The gas station was all but destroyed on the outside. A man stepped out over the rubble, unharmed and holding a bag of money in his hands. He stretched his arms before he continued walking through the flames, with a grin on his face. He could hear the sirens in the distance, but the sounds struck no fear into him. However, it was the sound of sparks that struck curiosity as the orange blur skid to a stop in front of the man. "You must be that blur everyone talks about," He said, "You're shorter than I expected."
"I will take that into offence," He said, "Right after I bring you in."
The man grinned, "Good luck with that."
Sean speeds close and throws a series of powerful and quick hook punches.

Which go right through him.
The man stood there with a grin, watching as the fists passed through him like he wasn't even there. Sean stood in disbelief. "My turn," The man said, punching Sean straight in the face, knocking him off balance. The man sweep kicked him to the ground, then pulled out a gun. But Sean quickly sped out of the way, just a few yards away from him. He tried speeding at him for a tackle, but he ran straight through him. He tried again, and once more. But nothing worked. "Kid, take a hint," the man said, kicking him down, then pulling out a match, "You can't touch me," he dropped the match onto the ground, right where a large pile of oil connected to one of the gas dispensers. As the flames went up, Sean ran as fast as he could out of the area, just being burned on his back as he stumbled face first to the ground.
He looked back to the man, who stood unharmed by the flames, and watched as he just walked away with his prize. Sean thought about chasing him, but seeing what he could do, he saw no point for now. As he heard the sirens, he ran off as fast as he could.

She waited patiently where he left her in the restaurant. She hated feeling helpless. She hated feeling as though she had to wait for him. It's only been two weeks so there hasn't been anything serious just yet, but all in all, she wanted to do something important. She twiddled her thumbs as her phone vibrated once. She picked it up and read the text message.

Hey, it's me. Are you there?

She ignores the text. Then another one comes in.

Please talk to me.

Finally fed up, she responded. 'I don't want to talk right now.'
A few moments of silence. Then it vibrated again.

Seems like you don't want to talk at all. I understand why, I really do. But just come back. Hasn't it been long enough?

She squinted her eyebrows and let out a huff, continuing to type. 'Are you seriously begging? That's low, even for you. Besides, I'm doing things that matter now.'

You weren't before?

Olive sighed, "That's not what I meant, dummy," She said to herself, continuing to type. 'I just mean that I have to find my own way. And I think I have.'

What does that even mean?

After that last message, she didn't reply, rather she shut off her phone and stuffed it in her pocket, ignoring the several vibrations that came from it. Eventually they stopped, finally giving her some peace.
Before a blur swept her off her feet.

The blur rushed past the DO NOT ENTER sign and into the building, stopping in front of the main computer of the high tech makeshift lab. Olive stumbled and struggled to regain her balance, "Sean! Don't do that without warning me!" She yelled.
Sean took off his mask and put it on the table, revealing his bruised face. Olive was immediately overcome with worry, "Oh my god, are you ok?" She asked.
He chuckled, "You should see my back. The suit didn't take any damage somehow, but my back is seriously burned. Ow …" He sat down in a chair and starts typing on the smaller computer, "The gas station was robbed, and blown up by a Meta-Human."
She raised a brow, "A Meta that can control fire?"
He shook his head, "A Meta that can phase through solid objects."
She nodded in understanding, then looked to his back, "How bad is the burn?"
He sighed, speeding out of the room, then speeding back in, clothed in normal clothing, and holding his costume in his arms. Setting down the costume, he lifted his shirt so she could see his burns. She was shocked. His back was pure red. The burns looked bad enough to be scars. She knew that he could heal quickly, however, that didn't stop her from worrying. "Jeez, I'm at least happy it isn't any worse," She took a lap around him to see any other burns that there were.
He pulled his shirt back down and sat at the computer, continuing to type, "I'm gonna see if Mr. Morrison knows anything about this Meta."
"Would be easier if he didn't take the flash-drive back," Olive said.
On the large screen above them appears a face-cam image of Peter Morrison, CEO of LightSpeed Laboratories. His hair was cut and neat for his business, his glasses stood on his face. He straightened his tie and cleared his throat, "Sean, Olive," he said, sounding slightly baritone to Olives name. He was never a fan of having her involved with all this and knowing Sean's secret. But she knew first and in order to work with Sean, allowing Olive to be present was one of the conditions, "To what do I owe the pleasure? And please be quick, not to sound rude but I am busy."
"I am too," Sean said, "I'm busy trying to find a Meta-Human who can phase through solid objects."
He could tell by Peters expression that he had caught his attention when his brow raised, "Let me see what I can do for you," He said, beginning to type on his computer. In a moment, several images of the man from the gas station popped up on the side of the computer, "His name is Alex Duncan. He was living in Central City when the Particle Accelerator exploded, but he hasn't shown any manifestation of abilities until now."
"Does he have an address here in Alter City?"

"Not a current one, but he used to live in an apartment. His room has been vacant since he left the place."
"Ok, I'll go and check it out, let me know if you find him with your satellite." The call ended and Peter vanished from the screen. Sean took his suit into his hands and began walking off before Olive grabbed his arm, "No, not happening," She scolded, "You may heal fast but you're still have 3rd degree burns that need time. You're staying here."
Sean was going to protest before he stared into her eyes. She held a fierce glare of concern that actually struck fear into him. He sighed, "Fine, just until I heal."

The video footage was choppy, and the audio was cut. Victor has a hard time understanding what was happening. All he could understand was that the gas station was blown up, taking the camera along with it. But what was interesting were the figures in the video. One was the thief, identified as Alex Duncan, and the other he knew has to be the speedster everyone spoke of. The department had put out a search on the masked figure, unknown to the public. They didn't want to panic everyone. Victor had just assumed this man had some kind of relation to The Flash, given their powers seemed to mimic each other.
The chief's office was left open, so Victor had just decided to walk in without knocking. Victor didn't find announcing his presence necessary if he thought it was important, "Chief Banks," He said, "I wanted to talk to you about this case."
"Detective Phillip," The chief started, setting his work down on his desk, "I've talked to you about coming in unannounced."
"I know," He said, "But I wanted to ask you, why are we pursuing this case?"
The chief looked at him in confusion, "Pardon?" He asked.
Victor showed him the pictures from the files, alongside pictures of The Flash, "This speedster running around the city doesn't seem any different than the one running around Central City. Yeah his costume is different, but he's helping people. All he's done is save lives and yet you have us pursuing him like he's a wanted criminal-"
"-Because he is," Banks interrupted, silencing Victor, "THE ACPC doesn't take well to Meta-Humans. Any of them could turn at any time, including this one. We have to put them all away before it's too late."

Victor groaned, "I just think we should be going after Alex Duncan who bombed a gas station today," he saw files on Alex just to the right of the pictures of The Flash, "I can see you're already on it."
"It's on hold until we catch the speedster," Chief said, "Now, go back to work."
Victor had nothing else to say, so he grabbed his files and walked out of the room. He couldn't understand his arrogance. He couldn't understand how he thought people like this speedster could be so inherently bad. The only way to sway him was to find stone cold proof. And Victor, holding Alex's files, might now know where to start.

THE NEXT NIGHT

He skidded to a stop, letting his lightning trail catch up with him as he brushed off the shoulder pads of his suit, "Whoo! I think that was my fastest!" Sean said.
"How're you feeling?" Olive said through his earpiece. He smiled under the mask, "Good," he replied, "That fast healing ability of mine comes in handy. I'm running good as new."
"Told you. Make your way back here so we can start looking for that Meta."
Sean nodded and started running in the other direction. The burns on his back were completely healed since the day before, but he could still feel where they were. The event at the gas station reminded him that he needs to be more cautious and not run in blind to a situation. He encountered the meta, now he has to bring him down.
Sean stopped in front of LightSpeed Labs and stares at the large logo on top of the building. It's yellow neon lights shined brightly in the dark.

Somehow the sight reminded him of something. Something important.
A warehouse stood tall in the fog. The only light was from the Lightspeed labs logo on the building. The windows were smashed and the door was broken, the building was clearly old. Silhouettes of people stood in front. The only person whose appearance was clear, was Alex Duncan.

As the images subsided, Sean stood in confusion and curiosity. His memory loss wasn't as permanent as he figured. This isn't the first time this has happened either. Certain sights, sounds and smells will usually trigger something, but never on this scale. Not even close. The thought of that warehouse got Sean thinking, as he pressed the button on the earpiece inside his mask, "Olive," He started, "Are there any LightSpeed Labs warehouses that aren't in use anymore?"

Dark, empty and void of life were the key words to describe the warehouse interior, the only real light that could be seen was the moonlight through the windows. The atmosphere of the room urged Victor to keep his gun out as he walked in, observing his surroundings carefully. He was alone, for he did not tell anyone he was here. The chief would kill him should he find out that he had stolen files on Alex. It was a risky move, one that could cost him his job. But he knew by doing this he could kill two birds with one stone. He could find Alex, as well as find the speedster, assuming he'd want to track down Alex as well for what happened at the gas station.
Victor took a look around the large room. There were old pieces of tech, and tables of contraptions lying around. The warehouse hadn't been used in nearly 2 years. It was a surprise that it was still standing at all. What concerned him more however were the objects that weren't covered in dust such as guns and other tools. Alex was here, maybe he still is. He didn't dare touch anything, in case it could be used as evidence later on.
His head perked up at the sound of crackling coming toward him quickly. He turned around and pointed his gun at the figure who sped in with lightning behind him, holding his hands up, "Easy!" The orange blur yelled, "We're on the same side!"
Sean observed the police officer standing by the table as he lowered his gun slowly, "It's you," he said, "The speedster."
Sean sighed under his mask, "I need to come up with a name, because I don't know how much longer I can stand going by 'the speedster' or 'the orange blur'."
"What are you doing here?" Victor asked, getting right to the point. The speedster sounded young when he spoke to Victor. He wondered just how young that he really was. Sean put his hands down and spoke, "Same as you, assuming we're both chasing-"
"Alex Duncan," Victor interrupted. Sean nodded in agreement, "Then let's see what we can find."
Sean was happy to see the officer was willing to work with him, considering they were in the same situation, "What have you found so far?"

Victor pointed to the gear on the table, "Some of Alex's gear. I think this is where he stashed his supplies."
"His home away from home," Sean said, "When he's not blowing up gas stations."
"That reminds me," Victor said, turning to him, "How did he survive that? According to the footage, he was consumed by the fire, but reports still found him later on."
"Simple," Sean dusted off the table, "He's a Meta-Human."

A large bang echoed through the entire room. A glare of light shined at the corner of Sean's eye, as he caught glimpse of the bullet charging toward them. Letting his adrenaline take over, his body was coated in lightning, allowing him to move faster than the bullet, and yank Victor out of the way, just as it hit the table behind them. The two of them landed face first on the ground with a grunt.
Alex began walking toward them, "I could charge you for invasion of privacy," He said, firing off another round. Sean grabbed Victor and sped them both outside, "Officer, stay here," he said, speeding back into the building, where Alex was waiting for him. "Good to see you again," Alex said.
"This is ending, now," Sean said.
"Not gonna happen baby flash," Alex retorted with a grin.
Now he was ticked.
Sean sped toward him and threw a series of incredibly fast hook punches, all of which passed right through him. Alex threw a fist directly to Seans face and he went to the ground. He went to one knee and looked down on the speedster, taunting him, "Too slow I guess."
Sean threw a quick jab to his nose and made direct contact, making Alex stumble back. "Oh jeez!" He held his nose as Sean got up.
"You weren't paying attention," Sean said. His insult was thrown back at him when Alex kneed him to the gut, "Brat!" He grunted.
He stumbled forward as a bullet shot straight through Alex's right shoulder. Victor kept his gun loaded and pointed at him, even as Alex gave him a menacing glare, "I hate officers," he said. He began walking toward him, urging Victor to continue shooting. The bullets passed straight through him as Alex got closer, not an ounce of mercy in his eyes. Sean fought the pain in his gut and got to his feet, speeding over and running him and Victor out as fast as he could.

They stop just outside the building, stumbling. Sean was out of breath from the intensity of the moment, whereas Victor was fueled with anger, "What the hell was that?!" Victor yelled, "I had him!"
"Had him?!" Sean retorted, "In case it was too dark in there for you to notice, the bullets passed straight through him!"
"Not the first shot," Victor reminded him, pointing to his symbol.
"That," Sean pushed his finger away, "Was luck. He wasn't paying attention," he sighed, shaking his head, "Look, I respect police and what they do. But unless you upgrade your gear, you can't fight Meta-Humans head on." He sped back into the building, leaving Victor alone in the dark of the street.
"Doesn't stop me from trying," Victor muttered under his breath.

He zoomed back into the warehouse, only to find Alex as well as all his gear gone, "Crap," He groaned.

Sean closed the door to his home shut, carefully. Letting out an exhausted sigh, he plopped onto the couch face first, ignoring his guardians as they both came into the room, "There you are," Abigail said, standing beside her husband, "Ethan and I have been worried, you didn't call to say you'd be late."
"Sorry," his voice was muffled by his face in the couch, "I was with Olive,"
"I see," Ethan said, "So If I were to call Olive, she could vouch for you?"
Sean lifted his head and sat up, "Of course, do you think I'm lying?" Ethan sighed and shook his head. "Of course not," Ethan said, "We already called her earlier. I just wanted to see if your stories lined up."

"Because your worried I lie about where I go?"
They were both silent. It was true that they were a little suspicious. Sean gets home late a lot and was gone most of the day. He claimed he spent time with Olive and she vouches for that. But they are his legal guardians and they want to spend more time with him. Still, Abigail especially felt considerably bad for accusing him of lying to them without any solid proof. "It's ok," Sean suddenly said, "I get it. You're just worried. That happens. I completely understand." They loved this about Sean. He was understanding of other people, or tried to be. It's as though he tried to put himself in their shoes and understand why they do what they do, "But you don't need to worry so much. Olive watches after me when I'm not here."
"Well, ok," Ethan said, "as long as you aren't unsupervised."
Sean sighed, "Of course," he turned his head away with a look of guilt. He didn't particularly take well to lying to them, but it was for the best they didn't know he ran around the city putting his life risk. At the very least, not yet.

Leg kicking was one of Peters nervous ticks. Another was biting the inside of his lip. The moment Sean mentioned Alex he knew things would get complicated. He wasn't sure, but a few of them might expose some things that would ruin the entire setup he'd forged with Sean. At the same time, it almost seemed appropriate. As he paced around his office, be began thinking of ways to catch Alex. He understood how his powers worked, it was just a matter of deciding which tool to use.
Peter entered the experimentation lab and examined the tools on the main table against the far wall. The tools varied between each other, from batons to grenades, all of which were strangely designed. He floated his finger above the tools as he tried to decide which one would suffice for the job.
"Hey."
Peter slowly turned his head to the cage behind him, and smiled, "Jack, I see you're up."
Jack spat at him, "The hell you doing in here? You need something?"
"As a matter of fact, Jack, I do," He picked up one of the grenades from the table. It was silver with blue neon glowing outlines, "Our friend is running about. I have to catch him."
"You mean the kid has to catch him," He said, "You aren't doing squat. What did the kid ever do to you, to make you want to use him like this?"
Peter felt offended, as he raised his eyebrows at him and stepped toward the cage, "Nothing, Nichols. Our deal is real. I haven't told him any serious lies. He came to me, if you recall me telling you. Not the other way around. It's all his choice."
"You're using his kindness against him, you piece of sh-" Peter pressed a button on the keyboard against the wall, electrocuting Jack. He screamed in agonizing pain.
"Enjoy your day, Jack," Peter said, leaving the room, and leaving Jack to suffer.

THE NEXT DAY

Her ceiling felt as blank as her expression. She let her head sink into her pillow and crossed her arms over her chest. Her feelings had been torn with anger, and wonder. The TV in her room could be heard in the background, but It wasn't enough to distract Olive from her issue. Rather it was all that was on her mind. She hated it. She hated thinking about the past. She wanted desperately to distract herself. Coming up with an idea, she pulls out her phone, just as she receives another message.

Please talk to me.

She ignored the message and scrolls down to Sean's name in the message box, "Thank goodness they bought you a phone," She said, typing into the phone, 'I'm bored. Wanna hang out?'
Sending the message, she put her phone down and waited patiently.
A blur of lightning swoops her up and the room is found empty moments later.

Sean stopped quickly, holding onto Olives arm so she doesn't go flying from the sudden cease of motion. She pushed her short hair out of her eyes and breathed quickly, almost laughing. As she regained her balance, she noticed where they were; the city carnival at the peer. This place was always open, and it was the perfect place for a day out. All around them were games, rides, and food, "What-why-?" She asked, trying to get her words out over her laughter.
"Well uh," He started, "You wanted to hang out and my guardians told me about this place so, tada!" he extends his arms to gesture to the carnival. Dropping them, he gestured them to walk.
"So, what's causing your boredom today?" Sean asked as they walk.
Olive sighed, crossing her arms, "It's complicated. I've had personal stuff on my mind and I just need a break, you know?"
"Yeah, I get it," he said, "Sometimes we need a break from reality. I personally know I need one with all this running around I'm doing now."
"You know," Olive started, "It would probably be easier to save people if you made yourself known to the public."
"Maybe, I guess it would be good for people to have hope like that."
She nodded and took his hand, dragging him over to some of the games. They spent the majority of the day playing games and winning prizes. Despite how Sean couldn't stop complaining about how rollercoasters don't work for him because he moves faster than them on his own two feet, they still enjoyed the day without any interruptions. However, throughout the day Sean could tell that something was off about Olive. She just seemed so distracted. Like she was waiting for some invisible bomb to go off.
"Olive?" He asked, "Is everything ok? You've been so distracted for the past few days."
They stop in the middle of the crowd. Olive held her arm gently, avoiding eye contact, "I'm avoiding something, Sean," She whispered, "I can't face it yet."
He didn't know what that meant, but he took her hand with care, "You don't have to face it by yourself."
She pulled away, sighing, "It's slightly more complicated than that."
Her phone began to ring. When she took it out and saw the caller ID, she was immediately overtaken with anger, "Excuse me," She said, walking away from Sean, who stood there in confusion.
She answered the phone, immediately starting to yell, "You have a lot of nerve to even call me you know!"
The voice on the other end of the phone sounded just as angry, with a twist of concern and worry, "Well all you do is ignore me! I've been texting you nonstop!"
"That's my point!" She scolded, "I told you I need time! You really hurt me!"
Silence overtook the caller, "I'm sorry. I really am. But I just want to talk to you again," She heard a sigh, "Olive, I miss you."

Olive sighed and held the phone closer to her ear. She took a moment to think before responding, "… I miss you to."
"Then come back. We can work all this out."
She looked back to Sean to make sure he wasn't listening, "I can't. Look I have to go."
She hung up before the caller can answer. She stuffed her phone back in her pocket and stood for a moment in thought. Sean wanted to go over to her but he felt unwanted. She had this invisible bubble screaming to leave her alone.
She walked back over, gaining composure back, "Sorry about that."
"Is everything ok?" Sean asked.
Before she could answer, Sean's earpiece started beeping. He quickly answered with a casual greeting as Peter greeted back, "Listen, I think I have a way to stop Alex. Come by LightSpeed labs. Quickly."
Sean told him he'll be there right away, then hung up. Olive could tell he had to go. "It's ok, Sean. Just go."
With a regretful look, he took off as fast as he could.

Sean took the grenade looking device from Peter and examined it, "So what does this thing do again?"
Peter pointed to a button on it, "Alex's abilities work off his molecules. When he wants to become intangible, his molecules seem to vibrate at a different frequency, not too dissimilar to super speed. When you press this button and throw it, it releases an energy wave that attacks his molecules before they can separate. The energy will stick to his molecules and keep them from moving any faster than their normal speed. It'll drain that extra energy away faster than he can create."
Nodding, he stuck the grenade in his pocket, "Now I just have to find him. Any ideas?"

Explosions came from the square just outside. Peter and Sean rushed to the window in shock to see who was standing out front. "I guess he's not hiding anymore," Peter said, "Go."

The street was in flames as Alex stood with a gun, waiting for someone to notice his work and come for him. He reloaded his gun after firing into the air a few times, "I know you're in there!" he yelled, "I'm not afraid anymore! Get out here so you can die!" The police arrived moments later in their vehicles, quickly getting out and pointing their guns at Alex, "Freeze!" One officer said.
Victor takes the front lines, his gun lowered, "It's useless, bullets don't work on him, he's a Meta!"
Alex turned around, grinning, "This will be fun." He pointed his gun at the police.
Sean zoomed in, clothed in his suit, and took the gun away from Alex, throwing it to the side and stopping in front of him. "That's enough, Duncan!" He yelled.
The civilians around Sean and Alex were taking pictures and videos the moment Sean arrived. There was no hiding the new hero anymore. Sean had decided to embrace it.

"Well what are you waiting for kid?" Alex taunted, putting his fists up, "Your public is getting anxious."

Engulfed in lightning, Sean sped at Alex, readying a punch. As Alex threw a punch in retaliation, Sean slid and ducked under his fist, recovering behind him and kicking Alex in the back, sending him back a few feet. The crowd watches in awe as they video tape the whole thing. Alex stood up and grinned, "Not bad kid, but lightning doesn't strike the same place twice."
Sean tried speeding in to attack him, but his punches phased straight through him. "Crap," Sean said as Alex punches him straight in the face, knocking him off balance.
"Sean!" Peter said over his earpiece, "The grenade!"
"Right, right sorry!" Sean pulled out the grenade given to him by Peter and arms it for the ready, "Hey Duncan!" He yelled, throwing the grenade at Alex's feet.
"Aw sh-," The grenade released a powerful wave of energy that sent Alex flying into one of the police cars and onto the ground.
"Sean! Strike now, as hard as you can!"
Sean nodded, and ran in the opposite direction, making a lap around LightSpeed labs. As Alex stood up and walked away from the car, Sean sped back in a cloud of lightning. "Nice try kid," Alex said, attempting to make himself intangible. But Sean came in and struck him straight in the jaw, sending him flying back at the police car, and crashing into the windshield.
Sean walked over to Alex as the police handcuffed him, "Not bad, junior Flash," Alex said.
"I'm not Junior Flash, I'm …. whatever." He looked around to the crowd, filming and taking pictures of him. He glanced at Victor, who holstered his gun and smiled at Sean.
"Thanks for coming," Sean said.

Victor smiled, "You did all the work."
The other officers kept their guns pointed at Sean, "Hands in the air!" They yelled. Victor mouths to Sean 'Run', and Sean took off faster than they could fire their guns.
"Damn it!" An officer yelled, "We almost had him."
"We'll get him next time," Victor smiled, watching the blur of lightning run away.

Sean takes a victory lap around the city, happy with himself and his work today. He was beginning to make a name for himself, taking down these Meta-Humans. Something inside him just told him that what he was doing was right. He felt this was his calling, his passion. Saving people, and being a symbol of hope, like The Flash. He knew, that he was destined to do this.
But he was still left with unanswered questions such as who his real parents were. He figured he got his speed in Central City when the particle accelerator went off, so he wondered why he was there when it happened. Most of all he wondered …

… Why Light Speed labs felt so familiar.

He stopped on top a building to ponder this. When he first read of LightSpeed labs in the newspaper, he knew he had been there, or at least seen it before. It must have meant some form of significance to him if he felt such a connection like he did. But he hadn't questioned it until now. Perhaps because he didn't know whether or not he should have. Should he look into it? Should he ask Peter about it? Would he even give Sean the answers he wanted? None of it lined up, and it only made him question it more. In fact, he may have known less about Light-Speed labs than he knew about himself.

"SCREEEEEEEE!"

Sean whipped his head in every direction looking for the source of the sound. "SCREEEEEEE!" it went again. "What the heck is that?!" Sean ask aloud. He was answered at the sight of a large sillouete in the distance, hopping from building to building. Sean quickly took off for the streets in an attempt to keep up with it as it moved.
He pressed his earpiece and contacted Peter, "Morrison!" He yelled, "I'm chasing something down, some kind of creature!"
There was no reply.
"Peter?" He asked again. Before he could get an answer, Sean stops in an ally way, hearing a strange sound at the end of it. He slowly approached the creature, examining its strange features as it ravaged through the garbage. It was just above average height. Its skin was shiny, and a pure black as if he was looking into space. It's skin almost looked like armor, but the way it moved with the creature's muscles proved it wasn't. And Its eyes; it's four eyes; all glowed a terrifying blue. It had five fingers each hand, but they shot out claws to dig through the trash. It had a decent build, but it's strength was beyond compare when he lifted the large garbage can with one arm. The creature dropped the can as it noticed Sean standing there. It quickly took defense position.
"Easy, easy," Sean held his hands up in front of him, "It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you."
Peter finally responded, "Sorry, I was dealing with business, what's wrong?"
"Peter," Sean started, "I found some kind of creature. A tall, grey, looking creature."

"What? Sean, be careful."

"It's ok," Sean eased toward the creature, "It's not trying to attack, in fact it looks scared."

"Sean, do NOT engage! I repeat, do NOT engage!"

When he was close enough, he got to one knee and held his right hand out. The creature backed away and let out a large screech, making Sean cover his ears. "Hey! It's ok, I won't hurt you!"
The creature stared at him, tilting its head to the side. It was beginning to calm down, "That's it, see?" Sean said, "I'm not going to hurt you."
The creature stared at Sean's hand as he offered it once more. The creatures gaze went from Sean's hands, to his eyes, back and forth a few times. Finally, the creature retracted its claws and reached out to him, taking his hand carefully.
"There you go," Sean said, "My name is-"
Sean's eyes start sparking, and his head began to feel as though bullets were shooting through his brain.

Doctors stood around a table. Lightning was flying all around the room as screeches were heard in the background. "Keep him down!" a doctor yelled, "He's getting out of control!"

"Your injecting too much! You're killing him!"

"Run! Just run as fast as you can!"

An explosion of lightning overtook everything.

Sean stumbled back, screaming in pain from the strange images. The creature was startled and immediately entered attack position. It threw its fist at Sean, sending him flying to the nearby wall, then pinned him to it. "Sean what's going on?! Sean!" Peter yelled. The creature smacked Sean a few times, simply out of caution. Out of one of its eyes, fire escaped, while out of the other, air cold as ice leaked out. It threw Sean into the other wall, letting him crash into the garbage, then it leapt away, jumping a great distance. Sean used the wall to pull himself up, "It attacked me! Pursuing now!" He then sped off after the creature.

From the city's view, Sean's lightning streak sped all cross the city in random directions, chasing the dark figure leaping about the rooftops. The creature leapt from every wall it could reach, using cars as pads to land and jump again to a nearby building. Its speed was incredible. It was able to leap over tall buildings in a single bound. Sean found it difficult to keep up and even lost track of it a few times, only able to keep on its tail by following its screeches. The police eventually took notice of the mayhem the creature was causing and sent a police chopper after it, tracking it and Sean as they raced around the city. Dodging cars and swerving around buildings, Sean put everything he had into his speed. Several times he had to speed someone out of the way of the creature's path. 'This is ridiculous,' Sean thought, pressing his earpiece, "Peter! This thing is too fast! What should I do?!"

Sean stopped and watched as the creature began climbing a taller building. People in the windows stared and took pictures of the creature as it passed by. "I'm going to try and meet it at the top!" Sean said, speeding into the building and climbing the stairs as fast as he could. As the creature made it to the roof, it roared at the helicopter who's light shined on it, "Stand down!" The officer in the chopper said.
The creature roared again, and the chopper opened fire. The bullets bounced right off of the creature. In its anger, it formed a sphere of energy in its hand, and fired it at the chopper. One of the wings of the chopper were shot off and it began to fly out of control. "I'm losing altitude!" The pilot said.
Sean made it to the top in time to see the chopper. Immediately time slowed down for him as he ran toward the edge of the roof, and leapt from it. His feet landed directly on the helicopter door and smashed into it, landing into the co-pilot seat. Sean took hold of the officer flying the chopper, unbuckled his seat, and dragged himself and the officer out of the chopper. Time resumed too normal as they both landed on the roof. Sean looked back and saw the chopper falling to the city streets. "Oh geez," he said, speeding back to the steps of the building.
The chopper came crashing toward a crowd of people who began running away. Sean speed out of the buildings doors and tackled the remaining civilians out of the way, just barely getting them to dodge the chopper as it crashed into the streets, leaving a trail of destruction as it struggled to finally come to a stop.

Fire spread everywhere around the crash. People stared at Sean in awe as he slowly got back up. He sped back to the stairs and onto the roof, but the creature was nowhere to be seen. "Sean you there? What happened?"

Sean didn't answer straight away as he was caught in his own thoughts. He breathed heavily from the constant movement he just endured, "It's gone. I lost it. Whatever IT was."

Sean sped into Peters office, taking off his mask as soon as he entered, "Peter, explain to me what the heck I just saw!" Sean shouted.
Peter was already typing on his computer as a satellite image came up on the big screen for the both of them to see. It was an eagle view image of the creature. It wasn't much to see, nothing new to Sean anyway. But it baffled Peter as he took the time to look at it. "Fascinating," He said, "It appears to have human shape, but it looks different in comparison."
"You should have seen it up close," Sean said, "It didn't seem like it wanted to hurt anyone, but then I scared it and it went on the defensive."
Peter stroked his chin in curiosity, studying the image of the creature.
The electronic doors began opening, and Sean bolted out of the room quickly before the scientist came into the room. "Mr. Morrison," He said.
"Yes, what is it?" He answered.
"Your shipment is here."
He sighed, "Thank you." The scientist left quickly and Sean sped back in.
"Shipment?" He asked.
"Just some supplies," Peter reassured, "Meantime, get home, and get some rest, when I find out something new, I'll contact you."
Sean nodded and puts his mask back on, speeding out of the room.

Peter enters the experimentation lab, standing to the side of the door as two scientists dragged a man into the room. "Open the cell," Peter said. A scientist presses a button on the wall and a wall opens, revealing a glass cage. They open it up, throw the man in and shut it tight as he regained consciousness. "Where …where am i?" He asked. His question is answered when Peter speaks.
"Alex Duncan," He said, "Welcome."
Alex stood up, clenching his fists, "Peter Morrison." Alex attempts to phase through the cage but found he is unable to pass through, bumping right into the glass wall. "It won't work," Peter said, "The glass cage is being charged with the same energy as the grenade that took you down. It's also bullet proof so you won't be punching your way out either."
Alex banged on the glass in anger, "You can't keep me away."
"Watch me," He said, turning around and beginning to walk away. "Hey!" Alex yelled, "That's it? You're just gonna lock me away?!"
"Of course," Peter said, "We have work to do."
Peter left the room, and approached another scientist, "Get me a meeting with the board."

Sean came back to his home and close the door carefully, sighing. "Hey there sport," Ethan said. Sean waved quickly and moved past him and up to his room. As he plopped down on his bed, Ethan followed him and stood at the door. "Rough day I take it?"
"Something like that," Sean sighed.
"Olive?" Ethan pondered.
Sean shook his head, then stopped, and changed to a nod, "She's being a little distant. There's definitely something on her mind, but she doesn't want to talk about it. It's frustrating."
Ethan took a seat on his bed, as Sean sat up next to him. "Well," Ethan started, "People are like that. It's natural. When we feel pain, we tend to want to avoid, even forget all about it. We do this because it's too painful to face, and we become afraid. We'd do anything to avoid the pain, even push away those we love," He sighed, "When I first met Abigail, she would never talk to me about her days in the orphanage. But over time, I showed her that she didn't need to be scared around me. She learned to trust me because I gave her space when she needed it, and showed her I was her friend. And eventually, I became more. So you just give her time, and maybe, she'll come around," He put a hand on his shoulder, "Until then, just be there for her. You'll know when the right time is. It'll just hit you like a bolt of lightning, so Abigail would say anyway."
Ethan stood up, "Anyway, I have to get to work, you take care of yourself, alright?"
Sean nodded, and Ethan left the room.
Sean took a moment to think over his words. He cared deeply for Olive. He felt a sense of security with her. But to keep her around, he had to give her the space to deal with her problems, and be there when she needed him. That's what it meant to be a friend, to be there for one another, right? The time would come, like a bolt of lightning, when she needed him. Sean chuckled, "Like a bolt of lightning."

He suddenly stopped after hearing himself, "Like a bolt …" Suddenly, he smiled brightly.

The Bolt

A man walks down an alleyway with his hands in his pockets. It was late at night. The man started to feel uneasy, as he could almost hear a strange sound coming from all around him. It sounded like metal tapping against a solid surface. The man pulled out his gun and pointed it in the air, "Show yourself! I know you're out there!" He circled around, searching desperately for a sign of movement.
In the corner of his eye, he saw something move and shot at it.
Being startled, the cat jumped in the air and then ran away as quickly as possible. The man sighed, chuckling a bit.
Suddenly something grabbed his head and threw him into the street. On the landing, he broke his arm and was in extreme pain. The creature walked out of the shadows and stood before the man. "What the hell are you?!"

It let out a large screech, before it lashed it's claw down.

Written by Timelord2024

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