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"Stay away, demon!" I yelled pointing an accusing finger at...it. The other me simply sneered again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Flash's head swiveling back and forth like a bobblehead between the two of us.

"Is that really your best theory?" Me-2 asked condescendingly.

"Well, unless it's just Frank messing with me again, yeah. Wouldn't be the first time I saw a demon shape-shift." I leaned closer. "You're not Frank, right?"

"No," Me-2 agreed. "I am most certainly not Frank, whoever that is. Fascinating," Me-2 continued with hardly a pause. "I did not think cloning technology was this far advanced, the exception, of course, being Danton Black, who could replicate himself. I believe you are familiar with the man of whom I speak," Me-2 said to the Flash before resuming his creepy monologue. "Unless…" he paused for a moment. "The theory of the multiverse is true, in which case you would be...me from another earth."

I stared at my double for a second. "I understood, like, none of that."

"Disappointing," Me-2 drawled. "I had hoped that, were the theory true, my intelligence would at least follow me. It appears not, unfortunately."

I opened my mouth to reply, but all of a sudden, I was...moving. And so was Me-2. We were both being whisked along at incredible speed. Oh. It's the Flash again. You know, I was really starting to hate this guy. And this city.

I thought about busting out my sword and chopping away at the Flash's legs or something, but I thought that (1) that might be a little too drastic and (2) I might get myself killed doing that. Now, I'm not a genius, unlike Me-2 over there, but even I knew the basic concepts of momentum. The Flash travels at supersonic speeds, which means that if he dropped us, we'd be falling at supersonic speeds. Not fun.

When we stopped moving, Me-2 and I were in some a kind of cell decorated with blue. The dumb thing was that the door was made of glass.

Great idea guys! Stick a couple of people with water powers in cells with glass doors (hint: water breaks glass)! I rolled my eyes before facing the camera in the corner and calling out, "Uh, whoever's up there, I just wanted to say: you're an idiot!"

I turned my back to camera and reached out with my senses, looking for water. Luckily, pretty much all buildings have this fancy-schmancy new invention called indoor plumbing. A huge flood answered my call and pounded up against the glass door until I refined it, forming a single, hardened battering ram. The water whacked itself repeatedly against the glass until the door broke open, allowing me to step out. When I did, I saw Me-2 staring at me.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what? Use my powers?" I clarified. Didn't this guy have the same powers as me?

"Yeah. Mine aren't working in here."

"Well, sucks for you." I shrugged as I was walking away. Then the owl dropped from the ceiling. No, I'm serious. An owl actually fell off the rafters or something and just lay face down on the floor for a second. "What the…?"

Me-2 just rolled his eyes. "Not again Annabel." He waited for a moment later longer. The owl didn't move. "I could use some help, Annabel!"

This time, the owl stirred and gradually stood. Suddenly, the animal started stretching out getting longer and taller, and then a little wider. When it had finished shape-shifting, it had taken a form I was very familiar with: Annabeth. Except...it wasn't Annabeth. Something was wrong.

"Annabeth?" I questioned tentatively. Did she follow me here or something? But it couldn't be her. As far as I knew, my Annabeth couldn't turn into an owl.

The other Annabeth giggled, tossed her hair, and asked in a valley girl voice, "Like, who's Annabeth?" Even before this...this imposter spoke a word, I could tell it wasn't Annabeth. Annabeth almost never messed with her hair; she was generally too busy killing one monster or another. That was the first clue. Second: I had only heard Annabeth giggle like twice. In years of knowing her. And the accent...well, someone as intelligent as my girlfriend would never speak that way.

"Never mind that," Me-2 interrupted from his cell. "Annabel, pull out that device I gave you." Annabel nodded and obediently pulled some kind of small computer out of her pocket. "Good," Me-2 continued. "Turn it on and then press the red button."

Annabel (I guess that's her name) turned the device and then paused. "The, like, red button?"

Me-2 rubbed forehead with one hand. "Yes, Annabel. The red button."

Annabel hesitated. "Are you, like, sure? 'Cause like, last time-,"

"Annabel, what have we said about making plans, asking questions, and the like?"

"To, like, let you do that kind of stuff," Annabel replied with a sheepish smile after a second or two of thinking.

Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway), I was pretty freaked out at this point. The scene was so...backwards. If anyone let me do most of the thinking, they'd probably end up in prison or something.

Anyways, Annabel pushed the red button on the computer and a few moments later Me-2's cell door hissed open. Annabel ran to Me-2 and put her arms around him.

"Good job, Bird Brain," Me-2 muttered to her.

"Thanks, Wise Boy."

I just stared. Annabeth and I always called each other by pet names. Seaweed Brain and Wise Girl. We didn't really plan for that to happen, it just did over the years. And here I was, watching Me-2 and Annabeth-2 call each other twisted takes on our nicknames. What was happening? How was this even possible?

The I heard a sound that I had sadly become all too familiar with in the past two days: the crackling of electricity. I rolled my eyes as I was turning around.

"Do you want me to destroy another one of your fancy cells or something?" I demanded tiredly.

The Flash paused for a moment. "How...how did you do that?"

I raised a single hand. "Water powers, dude. Did you think glass was just gonna not break or something?"

"Yeah," the Flash admitted slowly.

"Why are you even talking to this guy?" Me-2 snarled. "Let's just kill him."

"Okay, first off: why? And second: what the heck are you? Although, I guess that should have been my first question…"

The Flash's head was starting to resemble a bobblehead again as Me-2 and I continued to talk. "Why kill him?" Me-2 gestured to the Flash. "Because he's a thorn in our side," he took Annabel's hand, "and we want this city. The Flash worked with the man who caused the explosion."

"It was complicated," the Flash protested. "He pretended to be someone he wasn't."

"Yes, yes, I know," Me-2 interrupted. "Harrison Wells was not actually Harrison Wells; he was Eobard Thawne, a speedster from the future who murdered your mother." The Flash gave Me-2 an astonished look. "Oh yes, Flash. I know exactly who you are. Exactly who to use against you. Perhaps that little friend of yours... What was her name now? Oh, I remember." He smiled evilly, something I hoped to never see my own face do again. "Iris West."

The Flash's face contorted into one of the angriest expressions I have seen on a non-demigod/demigod related thing. He took Annabel and Me-2 and shoved them into cells before coming back for me.

"Woah, dude," I said putting my hands in the air. "I'm on your side. Kind of. It'd help if I knew who you were. And who they were. And, uh, where I was."

"Relax," the Flash responded in though some kind of voice modulator. "My friends and I just want to talk to you."

"Great," I answered with a sarcastic smile.