Notes from Protarn: If you read all the previous in under an hour or skip chapters, you might not be paying any attention what you're reading. I consider that as a crime that deserved to be cursed. But if you read all of the chapters in a proper order, here's my blessing of good luck for a day. You need another good luck? Read the whole thing again, tell people I exist, and reviewing the story, not purely compliment it. Here's also another good luck, for supporting me. Don't forget to credit my friend Nick and those who support this story.

What just happened earlier: good guy didn't get beat up, kidnapped, or knocked down by the end of the chapter this time. Hurray for progress. He still got hurt though. And he now have a mysterious ally/enemy who calls himself the Reverse-Flash. He met some police officers and helped them out to take back Star Labs from a group of angry people. Now he must find that doctor who can save Olivia's life. . .

I debated with myself whether or not I should wear the suit. The guy nearly killed me earlier. He could've saved my life and probably prevent anything from getting worse. He acts as if he knows what he's doing. The guy can run fast, fast enough to stop this in hours. Yet he technically saved me. He was right about one thing: he knows my face and he what I can do. Anytime he could show up at my room and murder me. Worse, plan to use me for something sinister. Or there was some misunderstanding. I don't got enough evidence aside from fighting him that proved he was the bad guy or the good guy. This suit might have a device that makes me go crazy, unless it actually helps me maintain my powers, even hide my face from everyone. He was right again. How many bad guys would show up in my room at night after seeing my face. I honestly could've just wear a hood or something else other than this. All I need is a mask to hide my face from everyone. I get to run around to find a shirt and have it covered my head like mask. For now, I'll consider not wearing it the suit, until I know I'm sure.

I took a quick run to find the hostages. I was told they would be in the main room, should I say, a room with a bunch of computers and screens to look at. I honestly didn't feel comfortable running after experiencing what I did to my leg. There should've been a trail of blood, but there isn't as if it was healed. But the thought got stuck to my head like the stickiest glue in the world. I just keep on touching my leg to remind myself I'm okay. At least this is almost over. Once reinforcements arrived, maybe I can sleep for hours or do something. My body was feeling healed up. Yet, at the same time, I feel like giving up. Being a superhero was never easy. Who said it should be easy? The experience was basically just a sample what's going to happen next if I continue. Even the feeling of rush that makes me feel alive and strong can't do much help to stabilize my mind. My greatest advice so far was to clear my mind at all time no matter the cause. Unfortunately, the bad thoughts always find a way to reach me. What's with the world liking to drag me into the worst situation that's gives me the reason to hate it?

The run only lasted in seconds just when I found them. They look like the employees of this place all right. I soon realized something, he didn't tell me what his name. Didn't he told me the doctor was a she or something? Well, in the bright side, I can have the numbers shrink down making it easier which one. But what am I suppose to tell them? My friend is dying and she needs your help. Look at them, they don't look so well. Those people must've had them imprisoned like this for hours. One of them took a glimpse at me and he was terrified. They think I'm one of them. On the other hand, those people could also have powers like I do. That doesn't change the fact why they shoudln't be afraid of me. I told them I'm not here to hurt them and the police has already arrived to help. More of them hopefully would come, if they changed their mind not to use the helicopters to travel. It must be gone by now; the police aviation. The police are not going to be happy about it. I already made a choice, Olivia's life has to be saved.

The officers and I had the ropes cut off and let them sit for a while until they felt relieved. I was told to gather the surviving bad guys and had them tied up and locked up in the lobby, but they had to be constantly checked because of their abilities may have the power to break free. The ones who died, they told me to hide them somewhere in any room where no civilian won't see it. Apparently, there's no need to do a crime investigation at a time like this. I do feel redeemed helping the police out, yet I haven't told them what I was suppose to do. The timing would feel wrong and I'll lose their trust.

In spite of the feeling of accomplishment, I saw one of the baddies awake, she was angry and blaming the police for not helping them do what's right: get rid of Star Labs and put an end to everything. Somewhere in my mind, I know she's right. The suffering that happened was all because of this building and the people involved. My rational mind told me: do any of the employees of Star Labs want this to happen? I don't think anyone would want this to happen. It's too out of control for someone to control. Why would anyone would want this city to be left in chaos? The FBI might consider nuking this entire city if they find out what happened. In fact what's the government had been up to? Should the military be here by now? I got a feeling we're going to live under martial law. Nah. Something's definitely not right. . . What going on in the rest of the world? This gotta be in the news by now.

Luckily, the officers were able to talk some sense back to the employees. The fruit lady had them eaten some kind of fruit that seemed to release stress out. I wished I could ask her to give me a fruit that helps me forget getting nearly killed. The leg part is still stuck in my mind. However, she doesn't know which fruit can help me forget. She'd been experimenting but she doesn't want to risk that pulling one of the fruits could risk her life. I basically had to bear with this thought. While the officers were comforting the employees, I had to spent some alone time in a room. I considered it as a reward after what I'd been through. After going through that mess, seeing more dead bodies, I had to take some deep breathes and think something happy. It's something what I've been doing whenever I'm stressed out. Just stare at a black wall and don't think about anything else. Look at the emptiness and let it reflect on my mind. The effort only worked a little. I'm rushing it. It was the officer's fault for making me go alone. But at least it's over, for now. . . It's a matter of time before something happens. . . Something worse. . .

The officers then asked if there is something who could save someone injured. I carried Olivia to let them see how much help she needs. An officer was able to get something out from one of the employees. He said the name of the employee, Caitlyn Snow, but she wasn't feeling mentally well. Her fiancé died hours ago. The fruit lady offered her a stress-relief fruit, but she refused. She didn't bother say anything. She was looking numb and hollow inside. I guess there's two people who got to be saved. But one would die soon and only the other can save her. Olivia was looking pale and cold. She's dying. She needs blood transfusion, but it has to be done the right way. Caitlyn could save her the right way.

I'm not really so sure what to do convince her. The police tried their best. They really did. Still, it doen't hurt to try. I was crying a little. I had come this close just to fail again. 'Please. I don't really know you. You don't know me. I don't think I'll understand losing someone very close. But this-'

'Leave me. . .'

What can I do. . ? 'This is my friend. She really needs your help.'

'Your friend. . . Is dead. . .'

I know deep inside that Olivia is not dead. I know she's not. Thinking about her now, I am starting to remember of my childhood with her. It was great memories. I may not know what she done after all these years, but I get a feeling she's tough, seeing her fight made me believed that there is a chance for her. I can still hear her heartbeats. Or am I imagining things? But there's a chance. How can I know if she's actually dead if she didn't get a blood transfusion. She'll need some more treatments for her to live. This thought is making me lose focus. I feel the vibration rising up in me. I didn't know I was already starting a minor earthquake, everyone was looking at me terrified. I got into focus over my powers again.

An officer began to talk. It was the guy with a blue hair. In spite of his sturdy body that made me think he's muscles over words, he said something that could persuade Caitlyn. 'I think we found him.' He said to Caitlyn.

'What do you mean. . ?'

'Your fiancé. . . He's alive. . .'

'Then show me. I want to see he's okay. Let me hear his voice.'

'We'll bring him if we saved our patient. Your patient.'

'Do I look like a doctor? I only study bioengineering.'

'You look like someone who could save lives.'

'He's dead. The explosion should've killed him.'

'Or he survived.'

'How?! HOW!?'

'No idea. I'm only a police officer.'

'Let me see Ronnie. I'll do what you want. Just let me see his face. I want to know he's alive.'

'We want you to save her first. I don't think Ronnie is going to like you for letting someone die. She's a good and loyal friend to our friend here.' He was apparently talking about me. 'She's dying. She lost a lot of blood. We don't have much time.'

'I don't care! Don't you see she's dead! She's dead! There's no way for her to live.'

'Then give it a try. Ronnie would be proud that you tried. I don't think he'll want to see your face for being so selfish.'

'How am I selfish?'

'Do you want to see him or not?'

Caitlyn responded with a nod.

I carried Olivia to the medical room. Caitlyn gave everyone a task to do analysis on Olivia's blood type. The process was confusing, not even engineering experiences can help me with these medical equipment. It was too much concentration. I got a feeling I'm going to shake. So Caitlyn told me gather all the blood packs. They were all contained in mini fridges, all organized and placed properly based on blood-types. What she mean by bring all the blood packs, it probably meant carrying all these heavy fridges in spite of their size. The storage room for blood packs was freezing. And knowing about metals, my hands would turn into ice. I had to run back and forth without screwing it up. It was tough running without touching my leg. I tried to remind myself that my leg was fine, the injury all healed up. Trying was not the same as accomplishing.

At the same time, I had to go back and forth to inspect on the mobs, they could wake up anytime soon. Some officers are keeping an eye on them, but they'll need a super-powered guy like me. I got a feeling from one of the officers that it'll be easier to have them killed. It was the officer with the blue hair who stopped them. In spite of our numbers, we were divided into groups of three: one group to guard the outside 0f Star Labs, the other was to scout around the building, and the last was to guard the prisoners and the freed hostages. I asked the name of the blue haired guy, he said I could call him, Officer River. He gave me the task of all three, more like above three, keeping everyone updated with the phones being down. He noticed I was running around without a gun, he offered me one but I refused. The guy was not happy with the response, but he strangely winded up respecting with my decision.

The procedure took some time. Waiting felt like forever. I ran around to keep myself occupied. Nothing happened for a while. There was a time when I looked outside at the city. The place was just as messy as ever. By now, the fire, the explosion, the screaming, and the crying should be over by now. It was quiet. But the quietness is what made things the more terrifying; I don't know the next moment when someone decided to scream or cry. It's like waiting for the moment for a gun to be fired, because once it's fired, it'll be loud and instant. I was considering leaving Star Labs to check over the city. Will it be worth the risk? Fighting alone is what got me injured. The officers want to secure this place as much as possible knowing its importance. I do feel guilty for doing nothing, just letting bad things happen. No matter how fast I run, there are things out there finding a way to kill me. So it must be best to be closed to people I could trust, to people who can watch over my back. I need people who can raise me up when I'm down, so I can keep on fighting on. It's like the time when I first got to the orphanage or getting adopted or moving forward in life, there are people out there lending me their hand whenever I'm down. Am I technically lending the city my hand when it's down right now?

I met Officer River again in the halls. He was suspicious about something. 'Do you know Harrison Wells?'

'Yep.'

'Give up what you're doing. He's you're priority right now. We can't find him anywhere.' He looked at me carefully, I was wearing a mask. But he seems to gave up what he was gonna to say.

'By the way. Is it true? That you found Ronnie. I don't think I see him anywhere.'

'It was the only way to save your friend. I'm only doing you a favor for helping us.' I can't really believe we had to lie to her just to save Olivia. I'm going to hate myself for it.

Harrison Wells, the guy responsible for all of this. I got a feeling I'm not going to be smiling once I found him. Those mobs could've done something terrible to him. One of them could've an ability to incinerate him or teleport him to outer space. He's probably tortured throughout the night. I don't think I saw him among the hostages. Since the officers haven't found him yet, it's my turn to look for every gaps and little rooms to find him. I have no idea what I'm going to do him. He was the reason why I went through this hell. So many people suffered because of him. Honestly, I really want to beat him until he can't open his eyes anymore. Break his bones until he can't move anymore. Revenge is what came to my mind. Will bringing him to prison be enough as a punishment? Reverse told me about Star Labs refusing to listen about something. The problems is starting to feel like a set up. Something is just not right. Yet, what if Harrison Wells was innocent? I beat him up for nothing. My foster dad is not going to be happy, just punching someone innocent. The only way to get the truth is get the truth from him. I had to find him as fast as possible.

It took me a while to find him. The place was surprisingly big, I had to check on the map back and forth. This place was built around the Particles Accelerator, it's the building's main purpose, as if it was made to cause all this. How can someone can took him over ten years just to screw things up? And I actually waited to see it activated. It was a mistake to be excited. I got to avoid seeing the explosion myself because of a fire I started in my home, but the explosion still found ways to change me. I honestly thought getting powers is my chance to do something big, but I didn't know there was be a price.

It was like the time when I got adopted. I left my closest friend in the orphanage in exchange to be raised by a wealthy guy, and he chose me and my sister out of all kids who are still waiting to be adopted. It takes a lot of luck to be adopted by a rich guy. I never thought I would not see her for many years. And for years, I thought she moved on, but in reality, she risked her life to find me. Maybe the reason why I risked myself for Olivia was because of the guilt, for being a bad friend, for leaving her in the orphanage jus to live in a fancy life. I'll just talk to her once she wakes up. Whenever I talked to her, she sound worried and scared, as if it's going to be the last time I'll see her. I guess it'll be the perfect to clear things up with her.

After running through so many hallways with little progress so far, I decided to look for him within the structure of the Particles Accelerator. The only problem: I don't know the codes for the door. One of the employees volunteered, he was quiet, as if he was guilty about something. He looks down as his long hair covered his face. The process was longer than what I expected. I studied him while I scratched my leg, I'm still haunted about earlier. I noticed something, for every numbers or codes he entered, he kept on resetting while he kept on typing in a rush, as if he was stressed about something. Until suddenly he got the codes done. He then leaned himself by wall, as if he wanted to be alone for now. I guess it'll be best not to talk until he's ready.

In spite of the building being the source of the explosion, the door was surprisingly functional as if it was made to endure the explosion. I checked on the map, the whole area was like a huge ring. This could be the last place where Harrison Wells could be kept. And maybe also the last group of angry mobs.

I saw little figures in a far distance. There's one guy on the floor, while the other was standing with something in his hand. It's a gun! I ran at top speed. I have to know the truth! If Harrison dies, the truth dies with him. But the gun was already readied to be fired. Yet, suddenly, the gun was not aimed at Wells, it was aimed at himself. The guy is going to commit suicide! I tried to move my legs as fast as possible, but I winded up losing some control over my speed. At some point, I nearly tripped myself to the ground, the speed was too great for me to handle. But I can't let this guy die. Unfortunately, by the time I reached him, the gun was already fired. The guy's dead. I failed to save him. Why did I failed? If only I was there sooner, I could've prevented it. However, what's done is done. That doesn't change fact of the guilt building up in me. I was losing focus on my powers. The quake was going to come back, until I realized that everything was shaking around me. I had to keep control over my powers. I might endanger more people.

At least Harrison Wells was okay. He was unconscious for a moment, but he was awaken by the minor earthquake. Normally, I would feel nervous to see someone famous. This guy is Harrison Wells, a brilliant scientist who has the capability to change the world. Well, he did change the world, for the worst. Instead of feeling nervous and my fanboy persona taking over, I was angry. There's no witnesses around. Only me and Wells. This is my chance to break him, after all he had done. A lot of horrible things happened because of him. Though at the same time, I wanted to hear the truth, I need him alive and well. But I can't hear the reasonable side in me. As if I'm taking my anger out in Harrison Wells, having someone else to blame, like a soldier blaming a king for ordering him to burn down a village. So, I grabbed him by his shoulders and pushed his back on the wall. I honestly want to punch him, beat him half to death. But something is holding me back. Was is guilt? What's up with me feeling guilty? It's the only thing that's holding me back. I want to do it, yet at the same time, I know it's wrong. Was I afraid of the consequence what the police will do to me if I beat him? Or am I just too soft? After what I'd been through, getting myself nearly killed, I should've become cold and rough. But there was something that didn't die in me, and it's preventing my fist from landing on his face. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I'm basically stuck like this. The longer I stayed like this, the more awkward it's starting to feel. I feel like I'm going to make some regrets. Because there was so much going on in my mind, I decided to let Wells go. It's not my way. It's not how I was raised. Wells was looking shocked and he didn't say anything, probably he thought I'll kill him if ever says anything. But I'm regretting what I just did. He's going to say it to the police what I did to him, how I threatened him.

He finally said something after some moment of silence, 'I can't blame you. All that happened, it was because of me. I promise I won't tell anyone. You probably lost some friends or family because of me. I like to say, I'm sorry what I did.'

'Just tell me one thing. Did you intend for this to happen?'

'. . . . . I thought it was going well. I was too arrogant. All I want is to change-'

'Did you want this to happen? Yes or no. I want the truth.'

'Yes.'

'That's all I want to know. That's all. Thank you for being honest. I'll keep this between us.'

'That man.' Pointing at the dead guy, 'He had lost all hope. He'd rather die than become a killer. He has no reason to live anymore. I'm the one who took it away. People like him really don't deserve to die like that.'

'I don't really want to hear anything else from you.'

'. . . .'

I brought him over to Officer River who was standing by the medical room. I didn't tell him anything nor did Wells did. We both kept our deal. Officer River told me the operation for Olivia was done. Olivia is alive and well. All she needs is some rest. I made my way to the medical room. There was a woman suddenly screaming while she cried at the same time. It was Caitlyn Snow. She already found out the truth that Ronnie was gone. We used her through lies to save someone's life. I actually let someone's hope to get broken. Seeing her lean over by a corner as she cried loudly, it's making me very guilty, I feel like the bad guy here. Earlier I was searching for the truth while doing the right thing, and I just broke someone's heart over someone I haven't seen for years, but I just got to look at the bright side, Olivia is alive and well. I can't say whether it's worth it or not. Even Mr. Leg would think it's wrong.

'Are you happy now?' I heard Caitlyn. She was talking to me. 'She should've been dead. She was suppose to be dead many minutes ago. A miracle just saved her. Where's my miracle? I don't deserve this. Ronnie didn't deserve it.'

I didn't even bother say anything. I might made things worse by just talking to her. She needs space. Lots of it, until she's ready to listen. I can't blame her. She worked hard just to get a chance to meet her lover again. I got a feeling she knew it would be a lie, but she took the chance even if the chance was very microscopic. Even if things seemed impossible she did it anyway. A police officer chose to do me a favor over the truth. He probably rather have someone dead inside than having someone actually dead. I waited for minutes until Olivia wakes up. For every few minutes, I would run around to inspect around the building and sending messages from one officer to another. But while I wait for Olivia to wake up, all I hear was tears. I wish I would've done something. Instead, I just listened to it, as if I wanted the sadness to drown my guilt.

It took about twenty minutes later before I heard something. It was a roar. Could it be? I made my way to the entrance. I saw a small group of people approaching us with a van being pulled like a wagon. There was something big and furry pulling the van. It was Carlos and the other officers! Why did they show up at this moment? Did something happened while I was gone? I made my way to the reinforcements. some of the officers guarding this area was already ahead to make some reports to the familiar officer, or should I say, inspector.

He began talking to me as soon as I got close. 'Oh. Good. You seem to have control over your powers. Very good. Now get in the building quick. We have to bring the prisoners in as quick as possible.'

I was surprised. They brought the prisoners with them, more like super-powered prisoners. An officer told me that the rest had been left at the station. That explains why there weren't so many officers being brought in. The others were too busy either defending the station or patrolling around the city.

After making our way inside the building, Officer Doug told me and some selected others to meet him at the cafeteria. This must be the part where I'll get a penalty. He must've realized the helicopters are not going to be arriving soon.

I took a normal walk as we walk our way to the cafeteria. I can finally get to talk with Carlos. The idea of Officer Doug letting Carlos travel with him just seems off character for Officer Doug. Carlos is an aggressive type and I don't think he'll listen to the police.

'Hey Carlos. How are things going?'

'I was injected by several needles for the past few hours while you were gone. Each time I wake up, I feel the sharp pain of needles so I could go to sleep and not feel anything. I'm going to remember that.'

'I'm really sorry Carlos. There was so much going on.'

'Don't bother apologize. I'm only your pet. It's not like I have rights. As long there's a tiger in me, an animal, I'll never be seen human. I'll always be treated like a prey among you.'

'Once this is over, I'll find a way to make you feel belong.'

'There is no place for me. I'll be hated by tigers for being a human. I'll be hated by humans for being a tiger.'

'Why did Officer Doug let you tag along?'

'Because I'm not an officer.'

'. . . . Better than not getting tagged along.'

He glared at me for a short while, not looking happy what I just said, but he didn't bother try to argue about it. 'It was the least nicest thing he'd ever done. Better than being injected. You don realize he's listening? He's just ahead of us, but that doesn't mean he has bad hearings.'

'Aren't you worried?'

'Not really. Having two brains was enough punishment for me. He just seem to suddenly realized I could finally be useful. Honestly, he was hesitant and his men and also women were ready to shoot at me. For a strange reason, he just decided to go against his old orders and make a risk. He's quite a mystery. I thought he would constantly complain and act throughout the journey. He was surprisingly decent and reliant. It was a bit ironic that he was the main reason why I was alive. Everyone else were too terrified of me. I was feeling angry and threatened but at the same time, I kinda understand them. The curse of having two brains of two different species. I was going to fight back and be free. But he let an officer tag along who has needles on her fingers. She was the reason why I'm kept under constant control.'

'That explains why you look a bit calm. I didn't know she's with you. She was sleeeping the last time I saw her.'

'That's just my human brain talking. I don't feel as confuse as the usual. But I still got the strength to fend off anyone who tried to threaten us. That's probably why he had me along. He knows that people would be too terrified to even confront me. So how are you doing?'

'Just fine.' I began to realize I was scratching my leg on instinct. ' I met an old friend. Got through some fights. It was intense. More intense than the first time when I fought you.'

'Good times. It was only like yesterday when you electrocuted me, because I tried to tear you apart.'

'At least we're friends now.'

'More like master and pet.'

'No. Just friends. Even if you're part tiger, you're still human which means you still got human rights.'

'I guess that's what mattered: being human. Even though I feel like a tiger at the same time. I do know one thing about my tiger brain: I'm feeling glad I'm part human because I can finally understand what these people were saying all this time. They had been talking like aliens to me.'

We talked for a while until we reached the cafeteria. Everyone sat by the tables. Officer Doug was going to make a discussion to everyone. But apparently, he's going to talk to me in front of everyone.

'Although you succeeded at taking Star Labs, you failed to take back the police aviation. It's going to cost the city a lot for losing that amount of helicopter. Those criminals would use the helicopters against us. Do you have nay idea what you'd done? I thought you were killed.'

'I'm really sorry-'

'Don't say anything. The city is going to suffer more damages because of you. But to be honest, it was my fault for sending you. I thought you can really handled it. I had faith in you and you failed me. You were given a gift for a reason. There's so much officers I had to assign everywhere around the city. Please tell me, why did you neglect your order? You were suppose to be with us. The police aviation should've been freed from enemy control. We could've helicopters flying around the city since the roads are useless. It should've been quick but it winded up taking hours.'

'Just circumstance.'

'What circumstances?'

'I got attacked. I met an old friend. The fight was difficult.'

'Did you use the gun gave you?'

'No.'

'That explains-'

'I nearly killed my friend because of you. I shot my own friend. You let a complete stranger who doesn't know how to handle gun just use a gun without any problem. She was my friend. I haven't seen her for years. My dad. My foster dad. He hated guns for that reason. People die quickly. She could've been dead. And I nearly died because of you. You sent me all alone where I don't have control over my powers. My friend Olivia was there for me. While you let me go alone. I'm not even a police officer. And you didn't let a single officer to keep an eye on me. You guys were suppose to protect people. Look what happened, me and Olivia were badly hurt. I nearly got myself killed thanks to you. I was lucky to be alive, but maybe next I won't. As for Olivia, she's fine. She finally got an operation. As a consequence, we had to lie to a broken woman just to have Olivia operated.'

Everything fell silent for a moment. Nobody send a word. People were either staring at me or at Officer Doug. A few just looked on Carlos. It was another one of those moment when I hated silence the most. I didn't expect something like this would happen so soon. Officer Doug finally broke the silence.

'I'm sorry all those horrible things happened to you. You deserve a break. There'll be no penalty. We'll just do our jobs as policemen: to serve and protect the people. I'll let you know when you can go active again. Your break won't be short. Just realize. You may leave now while I discuss with everyone. Carlos included. I decided to have him paired with Officer Sky for now on, until changes was made.'

I finally get to stand for myself, and I get a time to relax for a moment. It's good to have all my thoughts altogether rather than fall apart. I was thinking what I should spend my time in. After all that stress, it paid off. I came to conclusion to wait for Olivia to wake up. She deserve it after what she'd done for me. It may not seem much, but I was glad I didn't feel alone in the mission. She was pretty much my motivation to keep going. If she didn't show up, things would've been different. So, I'm just going to wait. Sit by a chair and wait. Once she wakes up, maybe we can finally talk about past, what we'd been through after years being separated. She really deserve it. To me, it's heroic for her. I remember the time when I shot her, she blamed herself instead of me. It's going to feel nice to see her eyes open again and hear her voice, so I know she's truly alive, and my hope didn't break. . .