Notes from Protarn: If you credit this story more than the television series of the the Flash, you deserve a slap in the face, because I might get accused of something. In addition, you deserve to get hit by a meteorite if you didn't read the last five chapters, since sloth is a sin and being too lazy to read the last five chapters is considered as a sin. Give credit to my friend Nicholas for letting me use his original character, Nicholas who would soon become the Bolt.

Before this chapter began: our hero woke up after an intense battle and for some reason he lost control over his abilities, and now he's forced to get help by himself without getting assistance from the police while his powers were shut down by an officer. While in his journey, he was knocked down by a weird woman who seems to be cosplaying in public and not in a convention where she belong. . .

Would've been really great if I got injected by one needle instead of five, and I should've been dead getting injected on my chest where my lungs at and so as my heart. Thanks to that woman who suddenly fell asleep on front of me, my powers were still sleeping. And I'm helpless right now because this lady in a cat suit is about to do bad things to me. I was hoping I would survive knowing the fact I escaped death, but there is no one to save me and I am tied up. Basically, I'm screwed. Still waiting for a miracle to happen or a deus ex machina. Maybe a plot armor to save me.

The woman who told me she's Olivia Kyle, she kidnapped me and put me in an abandoned apartment. It was a messy place and I have a feeling no one could hear me if I tried to scream, but who's going to help me with everyone outside running for their lives. At least there is a lightbulb to make the place not so dark, but the light only exposed the stains, the dust, and the broken chairs. There better not be dead rats around here. They smell horrible. Not a nice looking place to look at, and it reminded me of a horror film I once saw. Things did not end well for the victim.

'Sorry, I have to do this Nick. I can't let anyone see my face in public while I'm wearing this. I didn't want to risk the police seeing me. Do you have any idea how much I worked to get through the police just to see you.'

If I were to die, at least I would see something really pretty which in fact it is. For a moment, I looked at her face, there was something clicking in my brain like a bolt of lightning striking my brain. I did met her before and I did heard her name. For some weird reason, it felt like my powers came back a bit, like a little spark awakening something I forgotten. The same sight when I first see her: her dark-blonder her and her pale skin. I can't tell whether it was me or it was my powers doing the job. Either way, memories came flowing back at me: I remembered being at the orphanage after my parents died. I was only a child when it happened, just me and my sister hoping to have a better life. While I was waiting, I met someone along the way, her name was Olivia. She and I had been friends for so long, until we got separated when me and my sis got adopted. I haven't seen her since. . . I wish I could say something more, as in feeling glad I get to meet her again. But it seems that she changed over the years. What led her to become like that? It made me nervous just thinking what she really wanted from me.

'Olivia. . .'

'You finally recognized me. It's been so long since I actually saw you in person.'

'Wow. It's really you. I never thought I would see you again.'

'Things I do just for you. After all this hard work, it finally paid off. Mom's advice was really helpful. So what have you been up to? This city is too dangerous to live in.'

'I'm. . . Uh. . . Taking a stroll. . .'

'In a place filled with people with weird magical powers. I was hoping I'd see you either at your work or in your home, not in a place where there's a talking giant lizard proclaiming itself as the enormous lizard from that Japanese monster franchise. At least it was a lizard and not something else from Japan. I heard it's a weird place but I would like to visit there.'

'There's destruction outside. . . Why are you so happy?'

'It's a reunion, of course I'm happy. More happy than terrified what's going out there. As long we're here and you're with me, you have nothing to worry. You'll always be safe with me.'

'But I have to go somewhere.'

'At a time like this? Where? You were in a safe place when you were with the police. Which is something I'll be good with if you're okay with it. But remember: the police don't like me.'

'I have to leave. . .'

'Aren't you going to ask why the police hated me so much?'

'I would, but I remembered I had to do something. I was told I had to help out the people.'

'Why would you help them? You can just leave the city and live happily. You can stay with me if you like.'

'Sorry. It's been so long and there's a lot of things going on in my mind. I feel glad I get to see you again, I really do. But I'm feeling stressed out not helping out some people out there. I just had to.'

'What did the people did for you that made them deserve help?'

'Well. I'm just doing my job which is something I got recently hired for.'

'You're going to die out there!'

'Then I'll try not to.'

'If you're going out there, I'm coming with you.'

'What?!'

'You'll need someone who knows how to fight out there.'

'I don't care if you know how to punch and kick out there. I care more if you have some kind of weapon to protect me. Those people out there might turn you into stones if you look into their eyes. I was really considering using hand combat that was taught to me by my foster dad.'

'Not even raising you can make you capable enough to defend yourself. We can run together. I know ways to run from people. If I can passed through those people, we can make through this together. And if you tried to leave without me, I'll follow you anyway.'

'Okay. Fine. You can help me out. Maybe later we can talk.'

'Thank you so much for having faith on me. It's just like the old times.'

Should I trust her? I have no idea how she'll react that I'm one of those people with powers. I have to make sure what kind of ability I have right now. The only thought I got was that I could move faster. Maybe this ability can help me run fast, but I can't control it. Was it because it's too fast for me, or did I lost something that allows to have control over myself? Well, there's only one person who can keep me alive right now, so I have to rely on her. Guys at the police station are relying at me. Thinking about them, I realized they should've come alongside with me so we can leave immediately to Star Labs. I did it on my own anyway, because the amount of pressure the inspector was giving me. I still don't get why he didn't call himself an inspector. I mean that's a role bigger than being a detective.

'By the way. You almost forgot this.'

It was the gun I used on her earlier. I forgot I was holding one.

'When did you-'

'You'll need it.'

'Didn't I tried to shoot you earlier?'

'It was only self-defense. I should be really sorry for trying to scare you, and dragging you here. I don't really want to hurt you.'

'Oh. That's okay then.'

'Thank you for forgiving me. I was upset at myself the whole time.'

'Just stop trying to pity yourself. You're making me feel horrible.'

'Oh. Oh. Sorry-I mean sorry again for saying sorry-I did it again-I'm so-'

'Let's just get going.'

The gun doesn't feel light after emptying the chamber. She must had it reloaded. Was she really that scared of losing me? Every time I tried to talk to her, she sounded needed and scared. She seem like she's scared of losing me, just seeing how desperate she is. In fact, how did she dodged the bullets? I don't think I was really aiming at anything, but does seem like a skill just dodging and even outrunning me. Even after years of training, and forgetting how to train, it made me realize how much I wasted my skills. As if I got punished for giving up on training in the gym.

Getting out, I realized that it was a small apartment that's falling apart. That building should've been demolished and rebuilt as homes for homelessness. In fact, all buildings in this city are going to be like that apartment: a structure of wreckage. This city might soon become the next Detroit, or should I say, Super Detroit. It does made me think how my apartment was doing. I don't like my stuff getting into another mess and me ending up becoming homeless. It same goes for my neighbors. I don't even know why I'm thinking about them at this moment. After all these years, I seem to get attached with them in spite of the fact I don't get to talk with them that often.

I was feeling happy that Olivia didn't lose the map. That's one thing good about her: she's someone I could rely on. I look over the map, I had to triple check where the police aviation was at. For some reason, that place was kinda far from the police station I was at. The police aviation was kind of its own thing. It's the only police station that specialized in aircrafts, and it has its own field of helicopters. I did get a feeling they had the field for themselves for training and adding plenty of space for the the the event we're in now, people must be attempting to take over that place or trash it.

We make our way through the city with more chaos happening around. It doesn't look as messy as it was before, but it looks like it's been taken over by the system known as anarchy. There's a group of gang in the street. The buildings around were tall and meant for businesses. If a large gang took the place over, it'll be a major headquarter for them. From the looks of it, the gang is at stage one, the stage when they don't look like an army from Lord of the Rings, but soon they'll grow and gather more crew. With them having powers, it's more like an army of Saiyans. I just got to hope don't have lasers coming out from their mouth. A detour is our best chance avoiding them. I'm not really so sure to take them down or not. For some reason, I felt little sparks flowing through my body. I feel a small vibration going in my hands. As if my powers are coming back. The street looked really tight and the cars are in the way so probably we can them to hide ourselves. Or we take a different which would waste our time, and I don't want to show up at the police aviation on what it fell apart. Nobody even knows if it's still standing. The phones are not working and no one could confirm who's dead or not. This is what happened if I tried to race against time. I hate feeling guilty. As long I'm not there, I'll feel bad about myself. I had to make a gamble, either way it's a gamble with one being safer while the other getting sooner to get the helicopter. Just going to hope with luck on my side and powers coming back to save me. When it's truly coming back, I still don't know. But what will I do once it comes back? I can't control it and all it does was cause a big mess. What if I could use the mess against them?

'I have an idea Olivia.'

'We'll abandon this mission?'

'We'll go forth against those guys.'

'No! What are you a David? You can't fight an army of Goliaths.'

'We don't have to fight them.'

'But you're horrible at stealth.'

'I guess you didn't know much about me over the years. I got some experience on hiding. I haven't practice for a while in this level of danger. It'll be worth the risk.'

'That's so brave. I'm still going ahead. Just follow me. I had plenty of practice. Think of this as a training between us.'

I now have a better understand of this pressure. It was like before taking a test and while taking a test. The feeling of tension before taking the test was building up until the point I'll take it. Not having control over my abilities just makes me think how I'm going to die. I do feel like I want to stop thinking and just let someone drag me away from the problem. It was a relief that I can jus follow Olivia than doing this on my own. I didn't do much practice because I was too busy working. I thought it was a waste of time. Who would've thought it can finally be useful at this day and time? And it became the skill I needed the most when I lost practice. Having confidence is the key to survival. Think positive and survive.

I never felt so grateful not getting a driver's license. The insurance company would be upset seeing how wasted those cars are. What is bad for them is good for us. Those bad guys seem to be trying to occupy a business building right next to us. It looked like a company handling cars. The irony. Thinking thoroughly, the gang could either be thinking of selling them or using them to take over the city. With more recruitments, it could become a Mad Max movie taking place in an apocalyptic city. They might become the most dangerous criminals in Central City. How bad would it be if there's a driver with the ability to cause the car to fly or probably have someone shoot lasers that can mange anything instantly blew up. Can't tell what I should do at this point. I have no idea how many of them are and how many of them understand their abilities. The longer nobody stop them, the more time they learn how much damage they can do. I'm in a middle of a conflict right now what I should do. My powers is slowly coming up. Though I can't move fast, I still feel it. Another gamble I got to do. If I fail, I die. Got more tension rising in me and the feeling of pressure. With Doug, the people, Olivia, the bad guys, and so much more, I can't think much what to do.

Olivia was whispering to me, 'Don't you ever give up on me. Believe in yourself, Nick.'

Out of nowhere my I heard voices, 'I knew I heard something.'

Did one of them just heard us? We were just sneaking through the cars. Olivia made sure there's no one patrolling around. They are just by the entrance of the door which is far away from the street. Something tells me one of them has the power to hear well. And there's a group of them standing on front of us. Going this way was a mistake.

'Run, Nick. I'll hold them off.'

I began making our way through covers as the bad guys began to shoot at us. Olivia on the other hand, run forth and started to fight them on close-combat. Surprisingly she fights really well. What had she been through after all these years? She was moving like a ninja as she taken them down flawlessly. However, there's a bad guy on front of us with a special ability. His arms were looking as sharp as a sword and it looked like it could cut her in half with one slice.

Being scared of getting chopped, my handgun was ready and I fired at him. I tried to stay calm and confident, and this time focus on my target. I was succeeded and failed at the same time. The sword-armed guy took some shoots and he screamed from the pain. Each time a bullet hit him, guilt built up on me. It was murder I was doing. And Olivia, she took a bullet on a shoulder. She lost her rhythm in fighting because of me. I caused this damage. It was so instant when a bullet was fired.

I think I just killed a guy. One of them got upset after seeing I shot his friend to death. This is probably why my foster dad hated guns so much. It could kill someone quick without any mercy, no forgiveness. It's like executing someone without hearing them out. Like what I was told, there is no turning back from death. And I could've killed Olivia. I screamed and shocked what I had done. Calming down wouldn't help me in this. This is my first time actually shooting someone.

'Olivia!'

'No. It's my fault for getting in your way.'

'What is wrong with you? I just shot you. This is the last time I'm ever going to use a gun.'

'You need it or you'll die!'

Before I could see the baddies from the windows, I was shot down by things as sharp as needles. It's worse than being injected by the needles. My body feel like trembling, it felt like my body was going to shut down, as if my organs were damaged, it's like there was a hot poison spreading through my body. The pain was overwhelming, I couldn't think what to do than to hold on to the pain and make sure I don't die. There is so much darkness spreading in my eyes. Yet at the same time, I feel sparks spreading inside me, a small vibration turning my body into an earthquake. For a weird reason, the pain is vanishing. . . And bullets seemed to fall off from my body. . .

I heard someone screaming, it sounded like Olivia. I can't see her clearly. It's so loud in here. All I hear is a ringing sound echoing inside my ears. While my senses shut down, there is one sense that seemed to stay strong, I felt footsteps on the ground until it fell heavy, as if someone fell of to the ground.

Why am I doing this? Well, it was my choice doing this. I could've say no. I had the chance to avoid this, just leave this city. It was going to be about me saving the city. I didn't know it would become complicated or get me killed. Don't good things happen to people who do the right thing? And here I am getting myself shot. Just like the saying of only the strongest can survive. That would mean the bad guys would win and rule the world. Something had to be done. There is a little rage in me that's rising. Was it injustice? It does get really annoying and horrible letting bad things happen around us. Fun for the villains, a misery to the innocents. Look where I am right now: suffering, dying, and hoping they'll be an afterlife for me. Yet the feeling of rush is coming back to me. The feeling I had when I ran around the city and gone through battles. It was the feeling of adrenaline and the fast beat of my heart. Despite the fact I'm dying, there's something deep inside me that wanted to live. I once had a training years ago in a cave and I was terrified, but it was at that moment that my body moved at its own. Recently, I had been fighting my fears. The moment when I'm afraid at this instant, when I'm in the situation where I'm literally going to die, the will to live fights on. It's like my body knows when it's in danger, while having no feeling of pressure like taking a test or before taking the test. No matter how may tests I take, I will always get nervous, yet at the same time, I get the determination to pass, as if the things that makes me scared fueled my will to go on. And it was at this moment that I realized someone needs my help. There are people who needs my help. Did I helped them because I was scared of failing them? Nevertheless, it seems I just got something back. Like a strike of lightning.

I didn't know how fast I was running. It was just like before: running like a bolt of lightning, a speed that rivaled the speed of light. Even without the electricity to make me have better control over myself, I feel like I was able to focus where I'm going, as if I'm acting on natural instinct like how a spider learned how to make its web without being directly thought by its mom. I immediately ran to Olivia and carry her out from harm's way without harming her. She's fine. . . My powers didn't hurt her. . . There was so much going on in my mind earlier, but somehow it's cleared now. All it matters now is to save Olivia and survive. To avoid having her get hurt, I hid her behind a building, so I could get into my business. Giving the bad guys the rights to have their ass kicked. Seeing Olivia shot, it was infuriating. I could've prevented it. Years of training had me prepared for this, and I wasted it. Probably my powers and the gun was a way to compensate it, but it wasn't enough. . . I had to put a stop to them. As long they're around, people like Olivia and me are going to be shot and lose their lives. No one is going to be happy. The feeling of vibration seems like it's rising inside me and the sparks felt like energy that's making me feel hyper. I feel like I'm losing control myself. Maintaining focus and concentrating how to manifest the energy in me will help me in this. Without giving myself more thoughts, I ran straight for the future villains' home.

They noticed I was running straight for them, they were already trying too shoot me with their guns, even the type that looked like that came from an organized gang. There's a bad guy by the second floor who's throwing rocks that's growing from his arms, or should I say, arm. I then realized that those rocks were bombs. In spite of his effort, I was already in the building seconds before the rock hit ground. It was few seconds before it exploded. There isn't as many as I thought they would be. However, their few numbers compensates it with them having powers. For some reason, they took the time to understand what they could do and looked like they're okay with their newfound power. There's a guy who is most likely a woman whose eyes looked like a fly, but the good thing is that he doesn't have any wings or stingers to poison me. Another is definitely a woman who looks clear like water yet at the same time it looked like water trapped inside a glass as hard as diamond. It's the good thing there's only three of them, yet the last one gives me a weird feeling. Ever since I got into range with him, I feel a little disoriented. He's the reason I should take him down first or else I'll lose control over my ability.

It was more challenging than I thought. The plan to take down the third guy made me dizzy, the closer I get, the dizzied I feel, and the better chance for me to get shot and lose control over myself. He's creating some kind of an invincible wave that he seem to manipulate its direction. I got to run around outside to get some rocks to throw at him. Surprisingly, it was more than effective, the rocks punched him like bullets, yet the rocks did not went inside his body. I was thinking adding too much force could kill him, I added a lot of concentration while running, it gave me a little ache in my head, but even not in full strength, it knocked the third guy out. The woman is the tricky one, her body is actually like diamond, and when I tried to punch her, it broke my hand. I had to run for few seconds to recover from the pain. Taking her down last would be best.

However, this guy who I should now referred as, Bug-Eye, was able to sense my movements. I was fast, too fast for their eyes to follow, yet Bug-Eye was able to predict what I was going to do. For just having a human body, he's strangely fast and flexible. The injury is not making things easier, there's a trail of blood that I created. That looks like more than five pints of blood. I should be dead by now, plus a feeling of shock had to be experience first before death. But I'm not dead. I fight on instead. Bug-Eye and those two were aware. Fighting this guy is a bad idea. Thanks to my speed, he can't reach me. They knew I'm dying and since I'm too fast to be seen, they let the blood do the work. He's watching what I'm doing, studying my movements, waiting until I get tired, at the same time getting the dizzy feeling even after the third guy being knocked down. Touching him is impossible! Then things got worse. I got stabbed by a knife. . . The glass woman approached me. . . And her punch was like diamond, maybe stronger. I felt bones breaking in my body and my body shutting down for a bit. The third guy was up, holding a gun, aimed at me.

'Would be nice if we have someone like him. If something gives us a pain in the ass, imagine how much pain it would give to others.'

The glassy woman was standing by him, 'There's plenty of fish in the sea anyway.'

'He could be the only one. That's really depressing when a new kind arrives only to be extinguished. Imagine if there's only one potato chip in the world and then it got eaten. I could see in his eyes, he has no intention of joining us.'

The vibration in me is getting stronger. I am becoming an earthquake. . . Everything around me shook. I didn't spin around this time, as if I did this on purpose. I focused on my body to shake the floor. The two of them fell down to the ground, while Bug-Eye maintained balanced. There's a detail I noticed, the vibration on the ground is leaving a crack on her legs. Bug-Eye was going to throw his knife at me, until I spun myself off the ground. My eyes is blacking out from all this. With the stab, the diamond punch, and the shots, I'm dying right now. Running away is my best option right now. What was I thinking going after them? I didn't know they have that kind of ability. Well, luck decided to go against me this time. It's always about luck when it comes to battle. I can run fast, I can take them down so easily Even after beating them, what can I do to their fellows upstairs. There could be more of them coming down right now with abilities that could be more dangerous than those three. How can I keep up this long?

I failed. . .

Running away is the best option right now. It was too hard for me. . . At least I can still save something. I can still save Olivia and bring her to a safe hospital. This is all I could do. The police aviation would have to wait. . . So much guilt is building up in me. This is the feeling of defeat, it's like failing to do my projects in time in spite of the fact I worked hard on it. I gave myself a false hope earlier, but this feeling of false hope was the reason I was able to keep on running. Until I tripped. . . I was going to jump over the cars, but I ended making the wrong step. It only made my injuries worse. Now I'm on the ground. I tried to get up, gathering all my strength, yet the vibration in my hands is making it difficult for me to get up. Concentrating is useless.

Then I saw a red lightning in front me of. It was the man in the yellow suit again. . .