The Bolt Episode 14 Drowning
The sun hung in the sky, over the tall blue building below. Though it was still too cold to do much outside, inside the building it was warmer. A building full of water-based activities such as swimming, along side a small arcade in the next room over. This was the activity building of the small resort, and they were more than eager to get started.
Olive stretched her arms to the ceiling, excitedly looking at the pool through the glass window, "We've needed a vacation!" Olive said, "So glad we could come!"
Abigail and Sean stood behind her, almost embarrassed of her enthusiasm, "Relax, Olive," Abigail said, "Just be lucky we could come at all. If Ethan hadn't won the chance online, we wouldn't be here."
Sean snickered, knowing his step-father hadn't 'won' the tickets. Well, he did, with a little help from Barry and friends, always in the corner to help out when needed. Honestly, he trusted Barry more than Peter. If trading mentors was possible, he would.
Ethan went up to the receptionist and showed them the papers he printed, showing proof of the free nights that he had 'won'. While he did, Sean took the opportunity to sit down in the waiting area, looking around at what he could see. Upstairs there were TV's on the walls each with a different video game console. Down the hall was the wreak room with the games, and beyond that was the exercise room. He was happy to have a few days of relaxation. Things in the city had been calm for a little while, so he didn't see the harm in taking time off from being The Bolt. Even superheroes need a break sometimes. Especially from having to deal with Peter. He was so tired of having to pretend to trust him, and acting as if there was no suspicion in the air. Sean knew Peter was up to something, and Peter knew he was suspicious, and yet, everyone was acting as though they were oblivious? Why? Out of fear? He was tired of it and just needed to take some time to lie down and breath.
The sound of someone clearing their throat suddenly caught his attention. He shook his head of random thoughts and looked up at the source.
Rose was standing in front of him. He almost didn't recognize her outside her work outfit. She was dressed in a casual t shirt and shorts. She sat down next to him with a wide smile, almost oblivious, "Fancy seeing you here."
"Yeah," Sean said, sounding confused, "Very fancy. Quite the coincidence," he stressed his words out.
Rose caught on to what he was suggesting, and sighed, "Guess it was strange how Peter suggested this resort out of the blue."
"Wait, Peter?" He questioned.
"I can't help if I have good taste," A voice said. Turning around, Sean made eye contact with Peter, standing just behind the seat.
The Bolt
Sean shot up, using every ounce of will power not to scream and scold right then and there, "What are you doing here?!" He asked as calmly as he could, "You don't get to so this, this is my day off!"
"It is funny how we both decided to stay at the same resort on the same day," Peter said, "I caught wind of S.T.A.R. Labs little hack on the internet, allowing your guardian to come here. So, I decided to come and keep an eye on you myself, make sure you weren't getting into trouble."
"This is not okay!" Sean scolded, "There are areas of my life where you are not welcome, Morrison. I wanted time off."
"Superheroes don't take vacations, I thought."
Rose put her hands between them, trying to create breathing space, "Boys, relax, please. The common factor here is that we are all on vacation, so, let's act like it. Just pretend the other isn't here and we'll be ok."
Though he appreciated her efforts, Sean was still in a bad mood. However, he still managed to agree before taking off with Olive and his guardians, grabbing his room key from Ethan and speed walking down the hall.
Rose sighed, turning to Peter, "You do need to give him a break. I thought we were coming here to relax. Didn't realize we were just working," Not giving him time to respond, she took off for her room. Peter just stood there dumbfounded. Seems he couldn't go a day without someone verbally attacking him.
Sean plopped down on the bed, dragging himself under the covers and laying his head on the pillow. He pulled the covers over his head and groaned, avoiding the light in the room. Abigail sat down on the bed, almost laughing, "What are you doing?" She asked.
"Shh, I am a bat. Bats are nocturnal," Sean said, his voice muffled under the sheets.
Laughing, Abigail pulled the covers off of him, and he sat up with a sigh.
"Sean," she asked, "I get the feeling this isn't a teenager problem, rather a …Bolt problem?"
Sean glanced at her, admiring her detective skills. It was nice being more open with his guardians about his abilities, and his second life. Keeping a secret from them was only getting more difficult with time, "A guy that The Bolt works with is staying at this resort and …well they aren't on great terms."
Abigail adjusted herself, ready to listen as he kept speaking.
"He's done things that are very questionable. And yet, Bolt has to keep working with him to avoid any further risk."
"Risk?" She questioned.
Sean doubled back on his words, "Nothing you need to worry about. For now, It's under control. As long as he doesn't step out of line."
She pondered this, thinking more on his life as The Bolt. It was true, there was so much about that side of his life that she had yet to discover. She didn't even realize he worked with anyone else other than his super powered partner, Virtue. Ethan hadn't put it together, but she suspected that Virtue had to be Olive. They were always together, so for The Bolt to have a partner, one that also happened to have been female, the coincidences were adding up. She had no intention of telling her parents about it, she wouldn't want to get her in trouble. She had to trust that Sean could look out for her, just as she could look out for him.
"Well," Abigail started, "Maybe this is a good opportunity. Perhaps you could try talking to him about what he's done."
"No chance, trust me," Sean said, "I'm gonna take a shower."
He sped off the bed with a gust of wind and ran into the bathroom, seconds before Ethan could step in. The door slammed on him, and he sighed, looking at his wife, "I'll never get used to this," Ethan said.
"You don't have to," She said, "He's really needed this break."
"Definitely," Ethan said, "It's nice to get him away from his orange cloths for a while."
"For a moment I thought you were going to say they were tights. Because they aren't, and he will argue it."
"They aren't tights!" Sean shouted from inside the bathroom, "They are made of reinforced tri-polymer and are heat and abrasive resistant for high velocity speeds, and the aerodynamic design helps me retain control while running! And on a side note!" He opens the door, steam from the shower flowing out as he shows his head, "It's orange AND grey, Ethan White," He shut the door, saying nothing further.
Ethan just sat there, while Abigail bursts into laughter.
Rose sat down at the rooms desk, turning on the TV with the remote. While she did this, Peter simply sat on the bed in thought, something he apparently didn't do enough of at work. His thoughts wandered to Sean, and what he could have been thinking. It was true, the reason he brought Rose to this resort was to keep a close personal eye on Sean. He didn't want to leave him out of his sight for too long, in fear that something would happen. He knew Sean was suspicious of him and his real work, so he needed to be sure this all wasn't an escape so he could dig something up undetected.
Rose cleared her throat to get his attention. He turned to her, half-focused.
"Peter, we're on vacation, please act like it," She joked.
He simply smiled before turning back around.
It did make her angry inside, thinking that Peter brought them out here for work. After what happened at the lab, I thought he actually wanted a vacation, and that they could act like real friends. But he's still her boss, and she's still the assistant, even out here.
"Peter," She started, "Did you really bring us here to watch over Sean?"
"I brought us here to watch over project S," Peter answered, as if he was trying to write Sean out of the equation.
"Peter, come on," Rose scolded, "Sean is not an experiment. Heck, he's not even aware of it. We're studying him, and his influence on the Speed-Force, but we refuse to tell him. Don't you think we should loop him in?"
"No," he finally turned around, pointing a finger, "He can't know. He wouldn't be for it. The moment he finds out," He snaps his finger, "He's done."
Rose raised an eyebrow, standing up and crossing her arms, "And why wouldn't he approve? I thought we wanted to harness the Speed-Force for energy and research."
With a single sentence, he shut up, laying down on the bed with his fingers locked.
Letting out a sigh, Rose sat down on his bed, rubbing the back of her neck, "There is so much you have yet to tell me. Everything about the Mutant, and where he came from. Sean's true purpose. Putting my name on projects that I …"
Peter looked up at her.
"…that I don't remember being apart of," She finished.
Peter sat up, moving next to her, "Go on," he assured.
"… I was poking around the private files," She said, "I found my name on a project that I don't remember being apart of. And after my powers surfaced …Peter," She avoided his gaze, "Did you do this to me?"
He didn't answer right away; he didn't know how, but it was enough of an answer for her.
"We were …experimenting with dark matter," He said, "We wanted to see what made a Meta-Human. Something went wrong and …you became the first L.S Labs Meta. Your powers didn't show and you seemed as though the whole thing didn't happen. Short term amnesia. You swore it was Tuesday and not Wednesday. I hoped nothing would happen, but here we are."
Rose sighed, gritting her teeth, "That might be the most truth you've ever spoken, but there's still a bit of lying," She stood from the bed, "I have a feeling it was no accident."
She sat back down at her desk, continuing to write, and ignoring Peter when he addressed her. Eventually he gave up and watched TV, wondering how much more lying had to happen until it was all over.
"FINISH HIM," The game shouted.
With a swift press of the kick button, Olive's character annihilated Sean's with a gruesome attack. Though it was pixels on an arcade game, Sean still looked away half-jokingly.
"That should not have happened!" Sean argued, "I was pressing those buttons really fast!"
"Maybe you can press buttons fast," She said, "But the game doesn't respond that fast."
Sean threw his hands up in the air, beginning to walk away but she dragged him back, holding him in a bear hug.
"Oh no," Sean said, "I cannot move. What ever shall I do now?" he smiled, kissing her forehead. She lets him go.
"Aw darn, my weakness," she said, "I have been slain."
They both started laughing, moving on to the next game. They sat down at two racing games, sitting in the seats as they began to enter coins into the slots.
"Hey Sean," Olive said, "What happens when the city doesn't need The Bolt?"
Sean stopped and looked at her, raising an eyebrow, "Strange and unexpected question. Why do you ask?"
"It's just …well you obviously can't be a superhero forever, neither can I. We have to live our own lives eventually."
"What if this is my life?" Sean questioned, "This is all I've productively done since I woke up. Right now, as I am, it's all I know. Maybe things will change when I get my memory back, but I don't know," He sighed, "Is-is it ok if we change the subject?"
She turned back to her screen, selecting her racing vehicle, "How about that earth-wielding Meta you met last week. Tell me about them."
Sean selected his vehicle, and waiting for the course to randomize, "She was interesting, and tough, mind you."
"She? Should I be intimidated?"
"No, you're good. She was like me, in a way. I managed to calm her down and just talk. She's misunderstood, that's all. And knowing her, I have a feeling I'll see her again. I just don't know what terms it'll be on."
"Right," The race started on both screens, as they slammed their feet onto the pedals.
"This is so slow," Sean said.
"For YOU," She replied, "Fun fact, not everyone has super speed."
"Pfft whaaaat? No way!"
"Oh, it's true."
Sean's car turned quickly and ran Olives off the road, causing her to respond behind everyone else.
"Hey!" She shouted.
"Oh, look at that, I know a thing or two about racing."
Sean looked at her, laughing, when he suddenly saw someone in a hoodie out in the hallway, they put a hand on the vending machine, and it started sparking as a soda dropped out. He watched them walked away, building a suspicion.
"I'll catch up!" Olive said, suddenly reacting to a gust of wind as Sean was gone.
The figure in the hoodie opened the soda in another hallway, and started drinking from it, keeping their hood over their heads.
In a split second and a gust of wind, the soda was gone from their hands, their hood pulled down. Beside them was Sean, leaning against the wall and holding the soda.
"First Peter, now you. Is everyone following me today.
Christina sighed, taking her soda back from him, "Hi Sean," She said.
Olive finished her race, clearly beating the now absent opponent. The moment his suspicion is raised, he chases it. It's a quality she was ok with in the field, but not on vacation. She swore to scold him the moment that he came back. What could have possibly gotten his attention, here of all places?"
Someone sat in the arcade driver seat next to her, entering some coins, "Mind if we race?"
She looked over and saw Charley sitting there, smiling at her.
"Charley?" She asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Business," He said, entering the last coin and sitting back, "For Christina anyway. She wanted to pass some info to Sean."
Olive nodded, "So that's why he took off."
"Probably," He said, "We were in town, so we decided to pay a simple visit and pass some info."
"She's technopathic, why would she need to actually come here?"
"…Ok, so we wanted to go to the pool, sue us."
Olive laughed, "Hey, so how is that going? You and Christina working together well?"
Charley quickly selected his vehicle, "Absolutely, she makes things so much easier. She helps me hack into systems, hide me from cameras, guide me on the street. It's great," The race began counting down, "We had a rough start, figuring things out, but she's very helpful.
"That's good. It's nice to see you happy, and doing well. Especially after everything that's happened."
The race started, and they slammed on the pedals.
"How's you and Sean going?" he asked.
She sighed, turning a corner and passing a few vehicles, "We're great. We spend a lot of time together, both in and out of costume. But he seems …troubled lately. He's convinced there's nothing more to his life than me, and The Bolt."
"Ah, so he's cheating on you with his alter ego."
She laughed, ramming into his vehicle and causing him to crash.
"Yes, in a way," She said, "I'm thinking we need couples therapy."
"That's what you said about us for a while," He commented, regretting it soon after.
The race finished, Olive beating Charley by just a few cars. She turned to him, as he was entering his name into the record, "Charley," She started, "You've moved on …right?"
Charley finished entering his name, then turned to her with a sigh, "I have. I just …tend to dwell on the past, that's all."
Understanding what he meant, she didn't pester further, "So, what information did Sean need?"
Christina sat down on the hallway couch with Sean, handing him a tan folder with several papers inside, "I did a lot of extensive research to get this. Had to push my powers to the limits. Turns out there are some firewalls even I can't crack yet. But this should hopefully be enough for you."
Sean took the folder, sifting through the papers, "This is everything you found on Tara Markov?"
"Her background, friends, all of it. Including the experiments that were done on her back in her home country. Care to tell me what you need it for?"
"Yeah. I have some suspicions I need to follow, so, this should hopefully help when I look through it," he closed the folder, setting it to the side, "How have you been, by the way? You and Charley working well together?"
Christina nodded, "Yeah, we seem to be getting along so far. A few arguments at first but we worked through them."
"That's good. And thank you again for getting these to me in person. I don't want Peter tracking any files sent to me online."
"Yeah," She paused, "How is that going? With Peter?"
Sean stopped, suddenly remembering the current issue, "Shoot, um …about that … he's here."
"What?!" Christina nearly shouted, "What do you mean he's here?!"
"He followed me here to keep an eye on me-"
He wasn't even able to finish before Christina got up and started speed walking away, quickly turning into a run. As she ran, her only thoughts were on not running into Peter. Immediate regret took over, as she wished she hadn't come here. She should have been patient, and waited until Sean's vacation was over; It was too big of a risk to stay any longer.
She passed by someone at the entrance, bumping their shoulder. She wished she had paid attention, because not 2 yards were made away from the building before the person she hit shouted to her.
"Christina?"
She stopped, frozen in place. The color drained from her skin as she recognized the voice. Slowly, she turned around to face him.
Peter stood just a few yards away, lowering his phone from his ear and hanging up. He too was in shock to see her, they hadn't interacted for a long time, almost a year. They stared at each other for the longest time, waiting to see who would speak first.
"It's …been a long time," Peter said, breaking the silence, "What are you doing here?"
Christina kept her guard up, ready to act should she have to, "I'm not one of your concerns anymore, Morrison."
"Shame," he replied, "I haven't seen you for a while. Where have you been?"
"Like you actually care. To you I was nothing more than an experiment. We all were. Do you know how many people have to run in fear of you?"
"21, if I remember. Three decided to stop running."
"And what's worse is what you did to Randolph. I can't forgive that."
Peter took a step forward, and Christina took a step back, "Continuing to run is pointless," he said, holding his phone behind his back.
"Is it?" She asked, waving her hand. Peter's phone suddenly sparked, causing Peter to drop it instantly, "What were you doing? Calling your task force?"
"Christina, this has gone on long enough," He said, raising his voice a bit, "Come home."
She lowered her brow, "It was never my home."
Knowing there was nothing he could do, she walked away, until she was completely out of sight.
After receiving a text from Christina, Charley made his way out of the building. On his way out, he made direct eye contact with Peter, who stared curiously back at him as he left.
THE NEXT DAY
"Cannonball!"
With a single shout, Sean launched himself into the pool, sending water flying in all directions. Olive had to cover her face as not to get any in her eyes. She laughed as he reached the surface with a gasp.
"I just had sewer flashbacks," he said, shaking.
"Oh god, don't remind me," She said, swimming closer to him, "You nearly drowned twice."
"And you saved me twice. So there."
They continued to swim around, both Abigail and Ethan left to relax on the beach chairs. The pool was thankfully inside, as they were still suffering from winter weather.
"They seem happy," Abigail said, referring to Sean and Olive, "You know, sometimes, he even sounds like Daniel."
Ethan didn't say anything at first, as the mention of his name brought back memories, "Sometimes, I suppose."
Abigail looked to him. There was an idea she wanted to bring to him for some time, but she was worried that he wouldn't quite approve of it. Knowing Sean and what he is capable of, she knew he could handle the job. But Ethan might not, emotionally anyway.
Because they both know what happened was no accident.
Sean dove underwater, playing hide and seek with Olive. Thanks to his fast healing, his lunges could hold air a little longer than normal, but not too much. He needed to find a place to hide before resurfacing.
However before he could, he stopped, and saw a strange phenomenon. There were bubbles, generating from what seemed out of nowhere in the middle of the water. Nothing was causing them, there were just bubbles popping out, floating to the surface. He reached his hand toward it to try and get a better look, but as he did, he felt electricity build up inside his hand. Quickly he pulled did away, not wanting to hurt anyone in the water.
Coming up for air, he stared at the bubbles as they hit the surface. By this point, he knew better than to think nothing of it. Something was going on.
Olive surprised him from behind, wrapping her arms around him, "Gotcha!" She laughed.
Seeing his lack of a reaction, she traced his eye sight and found the bubbles.
The two of them got out of the water, and told their guardians they were headed back to the room. On their way, Sean discussed what he saw.
"Weirdly, the least weird thing I've heard you say," Olive said, "Are you sure there wasn't just an air pocket?"
"I'm going with my gut on this one. Something strange is going on in the water."
"Sean I'm sure it's nothing."
"I know you think that. Which is why I need help from the one person just as suspicious about stuff as I am."
He stopped at a different door, and knocked on it.
Peter opened the door, "Hello, Sean," he said, "Come in."
Peter rubbed his chin, listening to what Sean was saying as they sat on the bed.
"That does seem uncommon," Peter said, "You said they came from nowhere?"
"Yep, and it makes no sense. I assume you have the tools to check it out?"
"I do," Peter said, reaching under his bed and pulling out a suitcase, "Never leave the lab without it."
THAT NIGHT
They were able to get into the pool area even after it closed, thanks to Peter being able to bypass the systems. As Peter and Sean set up equipment, Rose and Olive sat in the pool chairs, watching the water.
"How has he been?" Olive asked, "Peter I mean. How has he been with your abilities?"
Rose turned to her, sighing, "He helps me figure things out. Helps me control it. He treats me differently from the other Meta-Humans. At the moment, I can rewind time about 2 minutes before I pass out. The limits are insane."
"I would imagine, being able to control time."
Rose laughed, "Yes, I suppose so. But he still keeps secrets from me. And I hate it. It's a habit he just can't seem to break."
Peter set up a computer on one of the pool chairs, and Sean took a metal stick, with a sensor on the bottom, and stuck it into the pool, "The sensor should wirelessly send feedback to my computer. Hopefully we'll find something we can work with."
Nodding, Sean moved around the perimeter of the pool, slowly making his way with the stick in the water.
Peter looked up at him, and smiled, "I missed this," he said.
"Missed what?" Sean asked.
"Just this. Working together, without tension. No controversy, no suspicion. Just two enthusiasts solving a problem."
Sean looked up at him, then avoided his gaze as he continued to circle the pool, "Peter, I don't trust you. You know I've made that clear, right?"
He sighed, nodding, "Yes, you have made that clear."
Meeting his gaze again, Sean stopped, moving the stick in a small circle, "You know why I don't trust you? It's because you've done a lot of shady things and continue to get away with it. I wanted to do something-god- I REALLY want to do something about it-"
"So why haven't you?" Peter interrupted.
Sean didn't answer, he just continued on circling the pool. There was silence for a few minutes, as both thought on what they should say. Sean was tired of being silent, he had to say something, anything to make Peter see he was serious.
After a few minutes, the young speedster finally spoke, "Everyone pays," he said, "Everyone pays at some point for the things they've done. I don't know how, or when, but your payment will come due, Morrison. It's only a matter of time."
"We'll see," He answered.
The computer suddenly started beeping quickly, a light flashing from the screen, "Whoa!" Peter said, "We got something!"
Sean pulled the stick out, seeing the bubbles rising in the water. He kneeled down, trying to get a closer look at it. Suddenly the bubbles erupted, and above the water was a small bundle of energy, folding in on itself endlessly. It was as if the inside went on forever.
"…What is that?" Olive said, sitting up in her chair.
"…Dimensional energy," Peter said, reading off the computers, "Massive traces of dark matter, Tackions, you name it. It's all there!"
As quickly as it came, the small bundle of power vanished from sight.
Peter continued typing as if he just discovered life's meaning, a massive grin plastered on his face, "This is huge, I need a few minutes to document this."
Sean on the other hand simply stared at the water, where the strange energy came from. What set it off? And just what was it?
THE NEXT MORNING
Straight as morning came, Sean made his way to the pool area, and sat in the closest chair to the water. He didn't want to miss anything, should whatever they saw last night appear again. Just being near it made the speed-force in his system act up. Peter said the contents of the energy consisted of dark matter, which is what gave Meta-Humans their abilities. So somehow, it was reacting to Sean when he got close. He knew something was going on, something big.
Olive pulled up a chair and sat next to Sean, holding her hands to her cheeks, "Command center to Sean, can you read me up there?"
Sean smiled, turning to her, "Negative, I'm entering a blackhole, going down!" He made an explosion noise with his mouth and fell backwards, making Olive laugh.
He sat back up, shaking the last laugh out of him, "Morning."
"Morning," She said, "You vanished after breakfast. What are you doing?"
"Seeing if that energy spikes again. I wanna be here if it does."
"I'm sure Peter has it covered."
"Well I don't really trust him," Sean fixated his gaze on the water, "I need to keep an eye on it myself."
Olive sighed, grabbing his face and turning him to face her, "Sean, we are on vacation. You aren't supposed to think like this when you're on vacation. You don't need to be The Bolt today."
"That's just it," He removed her hands, "Guys like me don't really get vacations. This is who I am."
"…Which one?" She asked quietly, "Which one is the real you? Sean White, or The Bolt? The man, or the mask?"
Sean was silent, not wanting to answer her question. Was she right? Had he given too much to the mask and too little to the man? He's been wearing it since he woke up, it could be argued he spends more time in costume than out. Had he really lost touch with himself?
No.
"Olive," He stated firmly, "This is who I am. The mask has nothing to do with it. I see a problem I can fix, I'm gonna do it, and you can't stop me. I'm sorry, I really am sorry that you feel like I'm lost."
"You are not The Bolt," She retorted, "You're Sean White."
"Except I'm not even that! I don't know who I really am! I may never know!"
Silence grew between them, neither one divulging further on the subject. They just sat in silence, wondering who was right.
Yelling suddenly came from the pool, as people began to rush out. The young heroes looked over and saw the bundle of energy, floating above the water. They stood up, staring into it as it folded in on itself.
"There it is," Sean said, "It's back."
Objects in the room started flying into the energy, causing it to grow bigger and bigger. As everyone evacuated the room, Peter and Rose rushed in to see what was going on.
"What's happening?!" Rose aksed.
"It's unstable!" Said Peter, "It's sucking in everything around it! The energy is unstable!"
In the blink of an eye, Sean sped out of the room, and back came Bolt dressed in his famous outfit, "How do I stop it?" He asked.
"The energy is made up of dark matter, Takions and …and speed-force energy," Peter said, turning to Bolt, "If you can somehow contain it, It should collapse on itself, burn itself out."
"Sean, no!" Olive said, grabbing his arm, "You don't know what will happen!"
Bolt slowly removed her hand, "I have to try."
With no further words, he ran.
He began running circles around the energy as the wind picked up, destroying the roof of the building. Debris started coming down on them, but Olive blasted it away with a quick wave of energy, "Go!" She said.
Though Peter and Rose left, Olive stayed to watch, as Bolt ran faster and faster. His lightning trail began to suck itself into the bundle, as his circle got smaller and smaller.
The energy was sucking him in.
"Sean!" Olive cried out, wanting to fly over and grab him.
But before she could, the energy imploded on itself, sending Olive flying backwards through the door of the pool area.
She landed on her back, her ears ringing from the implosion. Unable to move for the moment, she opted for lifting her head, and looking toward the pool. There was mist, and smoke as the water moved around.
The Bolt was nowhere to be seen.
THE BOLT
EARTH 47
An explosion of light appeared in the street, and out came a figure in orange, tumbling to the side of the road. Bolt hit his head on the ground, causing it to ache. Slowly, he got to his feet with the help of a nearby wall. He looked around, and immediately knew that something wasn't right. The lighting of the day was all wrong, it had a strange and very faint grey tone to it. This couldn't have been his city. Had he run himself somewhere else?
The people on the street stared at him, like they had never seen him before. He started walking, or rather limping, to get a better view.
He turned a corner and looked up at a billboard.
CENTRAL CITY, HOME OF THE BIG BELLY BURGER.
He was relieved, this was Central City. Flash must be here, a friendly face would be nice right now.
Running past him were two speedsters, one with red lightning, and one with yellow. It had to be The Flash, and that other speedster might have been the one Barry mentioned; Savitar. Remembering what Barry had said about the love of his life, Iris, being killed by Savitar, Bolt immediately took off after them.
The three speedsters stopped in the middle of the street, and Bolt hung back out of sight to watch.
Only to see how wrong he was.
He didn't recognize these speedsters. One wore complete black, only with red in the center. His armor looked like lava rocks pushed together, same as his mask. He didn't look human at all. The other speedster's look was similar to flash, but his pants were black, and his top was silver, with a few red highlights.
"Think you're fast enough to beat me, Flash?" The black speedster said.
"I know I am," Said 'Flash.'
Bolt stared in disbelief, "…Where am i?"
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