Notes from Protarn (You don't have to read this part. It's not like I'm paying you to read this or anything): You want to be confused? Then don't read the last three chapters, at least you'll get some sense of mystery and a feeling you're reading a prequel. If you did, great job keeping yourself updated, so here's an imaginary medal made out of air. Don't forget to give credit to Nicholas for allowing me to use his original character, Bolt.

Earlier in the Bolt: Bad things happened, our main hero gets powers, and he uses his powers to save the city. No plot relevance happening so far, aside from meeting a guy wearing a yellow suit for some reason as if a cosplayer in the wrong place.

With one of the police station under chaos; me, Carlos, and Mr. Leg were sent to take care of the criminals, even with the ones who may have the ability to disintegrate others. Officer Doug had to join in with us so we can convince the officers not to shoot us. Many criminals were able to escape, and every civilians and officers were taken hostage. So it's time to liberate. Time for the Trio Hero to make an act. The Trio Hero is not an official name but I'll come up with something better in the future. It's going to take time for us to get there before anything else blew up, so I came up with a plan. I had rubber wires tied around me with a wire loose for someone to grab on something like a leash. At first I suggested it would be the tiger man, but I decided to give it to Mr. Leg knowing how strong he was. Officer Doug hat to hold on to Carlos which is like a chain of hugging, a really awkward way to transport people. A problem then slapped us in the face, after we realized Mr. Leg would get a lot of injuries in his feet, in spite of the fact he can heal quick, but we felt bad having Mr. Leg scream internally constantly, so Carlos suggested to have Mr. Leg taking a car's roof to use as a board, basically ground skiing. Great idea at first, until we realized the mistakes: I slow down very quick because of the weight and Mr. Leg struggled to have his feet on the board or they're wind up somersaulting and I would have to pick them up, but at least I don't have to swim down under the ocean. We had to redesign the board until it looks like something where Mr. Leg could stand still without falling off, me on the other hand, nothing, just grab some more electricity. If only I can just change my powers to just run without needing to recharge. This power is starting to annoy me. Is there such thing of a person with the power to change your powers, judging the fact everyone's been getting weird powers?

Thanks to my speed, we got there under five minutes. Most of the minutes is finding where the police station is at, since I barely hear what Mr. Leg was saying where the direction was at, and Carlos had to growl very loud to get my attention, it was the consequence of teamwork, even though we haven't gotten into the action yet. Messy team. But now it is time to fight some bad guys. I fought one at a time with powers, but a group at the same time is something. I don't even know how much they can use their powers.

When is this going to be over? I have so much going on in mind, and I still haven't gotten over Lily's and the guy's death. Their death was like a strike of lightning, out of nowhere, dangerous, terrifying, and disturbing.

The police station was obviously surrounded by police officers who were trying to take back the last place they expected to be taken hostage by criminals, or should I say, superpowered criminals. At first the officers were terrified seeing a tiger, but thanks to Officer Doug, we had them convinced. I was just glad that Carlos was able to keep himself under control, a little bit way too controlled over himself. I got a bad feeling he's going to cause a rampage.

While some of the officers were looking horrified at us, I came upon a familiar officer. Was he the one rescued me earlier? In fact he does look familiar, a little bit too familiar. Wait. . . Joe West!

'Joe is that you?'

'Oh no. Don't come near me. You should've stayed in the hospital.'

'That was you who brought me there. I'm not really so sure if I should feel grateful or not, because you brought me to a place where there's a tiger man. Good thing he's in out side.'

'That thing is on your side?!

'Whoa. That thing is part human, at least call him a he, or he might get upset.'

Carlos joined in the chat, 'I'm not upset.'

'See, he talks. A sign of intelligence that matches with our brain.;

Joe is looking frustrated. Must be the pressure of being a police officer, 'Just keep its-I mean his claws from my officers. This is already frustrating enough.'

'Yeah, I'm shocked as you.'

'Not funny. We don't got time for any explanation or jokes. We have to take back the station, and the last thing I want to know if Barry is there.'

'Barry's in there?'

'I don't really know. I wish he wasn't. The place is full of weird people. Things they do that seem impossible. Can I ask you one thing: are you on our side?'

'Better question is: why shouldn't I help? Barry's in there and I haven't seen him for a long time.'

Officer Doug then barge in to our conversation, 'Nick! We need you in the front. You have to run around the area and see what's going on inside.

'Seriously?'

'What choice we got. You three are on our side and most of our own are handling lots of problem in the city. I don't even know what's going on to other officers. I had them sent off to a building to see what they could do. I don't want to risk station being damaged.'

'So what should I do exactly aside from getting myself killed?'

'One thing you do better than we do: you run.'

I was feeling nervous. This is different from earlier. There's people who are relying on me, and feeling pressured right now. I was raised to fix stuff not handle criminals. I did at some point in my life, but I gave up on that. It was like minutes ago what I just got through, just fighting for myself and not getting killed. I don't have time to process a lot and take in calmly. The electricity seems like the thing that could be keeping me calm, not have me lose my mind or just crawl my way to a corner, or maybe runaway from my problem. I thought it's going to be okay facing the problem, but it only gets harder and harder each time I tried to break through.

There were officers on front holding out there shields, and they looked either surprised or confused. Some of them tried to convince other officers of how dangerous we are, but they failed. Well, if I look in their perspective, I might get angry on just people letting crazy people join us. As usual, I maintained my space from them so no one can get electrocuted. Then a guy came out of the building with flaming hands which for some reason it's not roasting him.

I heard Joe yelling at everyone, 'Everyone back away! Back away!'

I said to myself, 'If the police were terrified, that guy must be one of those people.'

Carlos went on ahead to do the tiger yell, probably the loudest tiger yell, which kinda sounds like a lion. When he opens his mouth, it was like hundreds of thunder being released. Everyone went silent, even stunned. He sounded like he's been holding his aggression like a decade. Then he went back like he was before, a beast who likes to go hunting. I thought it's going to be handled the least civilized way. But I get a feeling that Carlos had been waiting for this moment. The guy by the door starts firing a cannon of fire which for some reason comes out from his hands, unfortunately for that guy, Carlos dodged his way like a cheetah and lunge at him. Mr. Leg and I had to go after Carlos to keep him under control, including not getting him killed because the fire guy's friends came out of the door and started to shoot at us. Thanks to Mr. Leg's burst of wind from his mouth, we were able to push them back.

'Carlos. Keep it together. We don't want the police getting in their bad side.'

'I have to. I can't hold it anymore. I want to hunt. It felt so great and so wrong. This chance would feel great. I never hate myself so much for doing this and loved it at the same time!' '

'Oh no. It's the tiger talking.'

Mr. Leg was talking right next to me, 'We have to let him.'

'What?!'

'He'll be more aggressive if he keeps it in. He has an instinct of a tiger, who needs to hunt or he'll get bored and start to attack anything around him. Same reason when you play an open-world game: once you get bored, you'll start murdering all of the NPCS.'

'When do video game has to do with anything? And when did you play video games?'

'I'm very open with my kids.'

'Reasonable argument, but this is real life. You know it's dangerous.'

'It's your fault that you let it live. You should've put it out of its misery when your still got the chance. There are things out there that are better off dead. But since you insist we should let this beast live, I'm thinking making him useful.'

With Mr. Leg's strength and my electricity and speed, we were able to restrain Carlos from eating the fire guy. That guy must be looking terrified when Carlo was on top of him, he tried to release fire from his hands but they were held down by Carlos's big tiger hands. The police followed us to capture the fire guy, after they injected him with some kind of a drug that seems to make him fall asleep. We got behind to the police line of formation where a group of them were carrying shields.

'We have to let him do the assault.'

'Are you insane? We can't allow a man tiger get loose and just let him go berserk. There's innocent people in there. There's a kid I raised who lost his parents at a young age, and that kid is stuck in there and I don't want anymore tragedy happening to him.'

'Nick! Take care of your pet. Have him roar as loud as possible, and if he finally get to his senses, tell him he only has to punch people without killing them.'

'He's right next you.'

'I figured he might listen to you.'

Carlos is looking confused and angry, 'I lived my life listening. How can I hunt my prey if I can't hear where it's hiding? I might even get fired by my contact if I made a mistake, and no contact means no money, and no money means no orange Fanta.'

Joe got confused for a moment, 'What?'

I explained to him, 'He got two brains.'

'I'm not even going to question that.'

It's now Mr. Leg to go back to talking, 'Will you not kill anyone, Carlos? I can let you hunt for deers in the woods.

That sounded wrong, I had to say something to him, 'You're going to let him kill deers? This is not like you, Leg. Those deers should be left alone.'

'We're in a middle of a crisis. Do you think we have time to argue?'

Officer Doug seems to be listening the whole time, but now he's ready to say something, 'He's right. You all wasted time talking. You should listen to someone who had been through a warfare.'

This is getting confusing, 'Warfare?!'

'Let him do his thing. I'll keep an eye on him in case he got crazy with power.'

'Wait, what?!'

Joe is now objecting to the decision, 'This is insane. If you let that tiger go in, we'll have no choice but to shoot it.'

'This tiger used to be human. He's just struggling with his personality.'

'You're defending him? How much do you know him?'

'. . . .'

'You people are insane.'

Carlos is starting to get tired of the talk. 'I'm going in. If anyone dies, you can shoot me down.'

'What did I do to make this all wrong?'

I have to say something to make him feel better, 'I'll keep an eye on him as much as I can. Joe, we're going to make sure no one dies, and Carlos is not the bad guy. Remember this: we're more dangerous than tigers.'

'Just do what you got to do. But whatever you do, if Barry's in there, don't you ever let him get hurt.'

Officers Doug sounds like he's getting tired of Joe, 'Quiet Joe. I allowed it. Remember your place.'

More of the fire guy's friends came out and starts to fire us with their guns and even with weird powers like shooting darts out from their fingers. One of them looks like he can turn himself into pure metal, and for some reason, is able to move, which makes me wonder how his organs work behind that metal skin. How is he even alive or moving at all?

Shooting the metal guy seems like a bad idea. The bullets barely even leaving a mark on him. He even resisted Mr. Leg's sharp wind which only pushed him down. Mr. Leg and the metal guy began to fight in close-combat, where Mr. Leg suffered the most injuries, and with his healing ability by just breathing, he's going to keep on feeling the pain. Just punching the metal guy looks painful, but he did leave a small scratch and the the metal guy looks hurt which is a good sign.

I got to run around to steal their guns and have them trip over the rubber wires. I did got in the building to cause some mess as much as I can, just buying the police enough time to get forward to the entrance. Carlos helped around scaring everyone and knocking the baddies out. Because Carlos was terrifying and strong, we were able to weaken the bad guys' state of mind, and them getting distracted allows me to save enough people, even sedating as much bad guys as I can, but I have to keep on track how much electricity I got left. I was lucky enough to find some electric charges in some of the damaged outlets. I never felt so glad to gain the gift to run so fast, but my only complaint was that I had to constantly recharge myself and I had to be careful or else someone might get burned.

It's as difficult as I thought this would be, I knew running inside a place filled with people with powers was a mistake. The bad guys were shooting me with weird powers: one was shooting spikes that was released from his arms which just regrows back real quick, another has some kind of a pimple bomb that comes out of his face which explodes disgusting sticky stuff which looks like slime, and a guy who can throw boomerangs that grew from his hair and often he struggled using it because he's using boomerangs and he gets his bad friends hit, like a friendly hit. Thanks to my speed, they failed and missed to even touch me. I am now feeling I made the right choice having Carlos around, because he got to push the baddies, but still I had to constantly remind him by shocking him with little electricity, that he's not allowed to rip people apart with his tiger mouth and tiger claws. I still don't know what's going on around his mind, or why is he even following us or doing the right thing at all. His backstory as a human being made it sound like he's some kind of a poacher or a guy who steals animal skins. What kind of guy like him would made him just follow someone who electrocuted him?

Back in the scenery between Mr. Leg and the metal guy, the fight looks like a tie. The metal guy was getting tired and seems to be getting hurt over time after so much brutal punches, while Mr. Leg gets the most pain only to be healed quick. Mr. Leg had the metal guy away from his bad boys and into the backs of the police where the guy has no place to escape. It was like a fight between strong boxers, fighting until one man was left standing. I was thinking about helping Mr. Leg, he was breathing too much, it looked like the air was going to be sucked in, and he looks really focused, I never seen him to be that serious, he's usually looking humble and generous to everyone, not vicious looking as if he wanted to punch your face with a meteorite. Who would have thought that Mr. Leg could be that tough, just endure getting punches by fists that hits like a giant hammer. The guy was bleeding a lot, getting scratches, his bones looked broken, and every punch, every pain, I get a feeling he would yell out the damage that's been building up inside him. But he endured, as if there's a strong will, a purpose that he doesn't want to fail, and if he failed, he would become broken.

The place was starting to get cleared up. Every officers were able to get in and arrest every criminals they found on the floor. There were still some of the baddies hiding, but by now they would either be hiding or just pushing themselves back. How can there be so many of them in a single police station? The police should look relieve after the help to take back their branch, still I get feeling they're feeling uncomfortable working with a tiger, a guy covered in electricity, and an old man who should be dead by now after getting so much beating. Though it does feel great helping out the police, it makes me feel important, even though I feel a small nervousness in me, just thinking about what would happen next.

Time to do what I got to do: find out if Barry Allen is actually in the police station. It would be horrible if they're keeping him hostage. Joe is not going to be happy about this, especially that friend or probably some kind of a sister to Barry. I can't really remember her name, it's been a while, but I was too busy with work and I had to do something with my house-mates or I'll get more of their bad side, and they might call the police for something I didn't do. They've been accusing me nowadays after that fire.

I got around the place, it was bigger than I remembered. I mean the elevators had to be used if I don't want to get tired getting up. So I looked around from one room to another, there were more baddies along the way, just running around, gathering their numbers to one specific place. The approaching officers were informed by me before I could do any more searches. More civilians either hiding or lying down on the ground terrified, but no Barry. I get to save them, until luck finally decides to give me some boost. Then there he is, Barry Allen, asleep, as if knocked out by something, in fact he looked like he was pushed by some force. I did really find it kind of funny that after so long not seeing him, the reunion was him looking wasted while the city was under a disaster. The most ironic reunion I had ever seen. Well all I got to do was to pick him up from the ground and bring him to Joe or most likely a hospital that's still functioning. But as soon I was going to touch him, I got hit by something, as if someone threw something at me. It was magnets! My powers was starting to act weird, feeling unstable and drunk. My mind was feeling confuse and weird, I'm losing concentration, and now I'm feeling nervous and pressured, as if the feeling came late to me. I looked up, it was the man in a yellow suit, the same guy I fought earlier.

'Don't touch him! You'll only damage him.'

'You nearly killed me back there.'

He threw more magnets at me. I thought magnets could really be useful, as in I could have an easier time to control it, but all it does was the complete opposite, it makes the electricity in me go out of control.

'You have to trust me here. Your friend is just like you, you may not know it, but he gained powers just like you, but different. If you touch him, he'll die.'

'Shut up! Do I look like I could listen to you right now? Aaaarrggghhh!'

'I only tried to help you earlier. I figured you wouldn't listen so I had to drag you, so you won't end up killing anyone close to you. Would you risk killing your friend? Look at yourself right now! Do you look like you wouldn't hurt anyone by just touching them.'

He showed me a mirror, I looked horrible. There was so much electricity being unleashed from me, I'm like a living lightning.

'I don't blame you. I'm just a complete stranger who looks like he knows too much. But what choice do you have? I'm here to help anyone who needs help. Nod so I can have the magnets remove. We don't have so much time to waste. '

There wasn't any option left for me. I feel like the electricity is tearing my existence apart, like clay being separated with bare hands. So I gave in to his demands. The magnets was pulled out from me, like it was connected from strings. I could think more clearly now and the pain was starting to feel like yesterday. He was going to wrap me again to rubber wires so I don't have to steal some electricity hiding in him which for some reason looks like he can't absorb my electricity, yet he look like he can keep on running without needing to recharge like earlier. Then a blur came out of nowhere, as if something fast just passed by. The yellow man noticed it too. It was one of the baddies and he's armed.

'I may not know what's going on, but I do hate people who likes to control others.'

'There's more than I thought.'

The bad guy began to shoot at the yellow man, but the bullets only missed, clearly meaning that the yellow man is faster than a speeding bullet which says how fast he is. The bad guy was as surprised as I am. He ended up getting beat up, and even if he tried to fight back with his speed, the yellow man looked like he's more experienced in combat. I really don't know who I should help around: the bad guy who's taking innocent people as hostage or a guy wearing a yellow suit who may seem like the bad guy also, but I have no idea what the guy really wants. The yellow man would probably be wanting to help everyone seeing how much mess the city's in. However, he looked like he knows something that he doesn't want anyone want to know. It was the instinct the electricity that's been giving the idea to doubt him. It really reminded me of a time whether I should eat octopus or squid for dinner, because those were the only ones left in the fridge. Well my only thought left was: beat them both so I could make sense of everything. Even with the electricity that's been giving my mind so much energy can't help me piece everything together.

With my powers getting stabled, I could probably join in the fight. My first target was to take down the yellow man. He noticed me going after him, so it became a game of tag. We began to run around the building, from one floor to another, and one room to another. The bad guy looks aware I'm only going after the yellow man, for now. I feel like I'm in an intense game of tag with all that speed makes us run so fast, with the difference with the bad guy shooting with his guns at the yellow man, who only just evaded the bullets. And I came to realize how a bad idea it was to shoot guns while having the ability to run fast, because some of the bullets nearly hit me after passing by them. The guy next to me looks like he's having trouble running so fast, as if he's just learning how to use it few moments ago. The yellow man was aware how incapable the guy is. He even know I'll try to recharge myself, so he placed some kind of a magnet at the outlets as we run, and whenever I tried to get sidetrack to recharge myself, there was a magnet sticking to the outlet like glue. So after so much running, or speeding that could get us a speeding ticket since we're in a police department, the yellow man stopped in a room to confront us both. The yellow man is in a big advantage right now.

He had me strapped in a string with magnets as its beads. But I am lucky right now, with the electricity drained, I don't have to feel the the electricity going crazy, still I get the feeling of an ache. And yet, the yellow man who knows what is happening, and I get a feeling I knew what he's going to do next. The yellow man went on to punch the bad guy fast, as in really fast, he was punching like a machine gun. Then came the final blow, he pushes the guy to me, and things gets shocking. I absorbed the guy's electricity, but with the magnets, the electricity being absorbed goes out of control and start blasting at things around, like they're going berserk because of the magnet, as if allergic to the magnets for some reason. I thought it was going to be the real end for me.

Then it stopped. The yellow man was surprised, as if something went off in his planning. Behind him came Carlos, crawling behind silently like the predator or hunter he is. He was lucky enough to claw the backs of the yellow man, because that guy was fast, but he doesn't look fast enough to know of a fact that he was about to get clawed. Mr. Leg and more of the officers came in, but the yellow man had already ran away before anyone noticed he was even there. I tried to get into my senses, yet the electricity doesn't to be doing anything. I'm feeling kind of tired right now. I tried to get up, and I noticed that my hand was vibrating real quick. It doesn't look like it's slowing down at any moment. And the bad guy who was right next to me, he was up, and now, he's covered with electricity, like me, but when I look at myself, I look perfectly fine. The guy then ran off without doing anything else.

At the corner of my right eye, I see a little girl sitting by a wall. She was terrified what just happened. Her eyes were shaking and she can't even move, as if the event had traumatized her. There is a detail I noticed about her, her eyes were literally glowing. Before I could move any longer, I passed out. . .