Flash A Smile-Flash Of Doubt
Fransico Ramon walked down the empty hall, back pack slung over his shoulder.
The bell was about to ring any second.
Last week Barry had gotten lost in Gotham City.
After six hours he found his way to the police station with a sprained ankle and seriously bad cold, telling everyone a story of what had happend.
Cisco wasn't so sure if it was true.
The guy had had a strange glint in his eyes that made Cisco very nervous.
What really happened?
What wasn't he telling everyone?
Cisco stopped at his locker, about to put in the combination when a giant meaty fist slammed next to him.
The fourteen year old jumped back suddenly surrounded by 5 smelly jocks.
"Cisco..."
He glared upwards, "Tony."
Tony Woodward just responded by flashing him a toothy grin.
Cisco eye balled his chances.
His martial arts teacher had been teaching him to take on one person.
Not five.
Cisco suddenly found himself very alone.
His fists clenched.
'Let them come...'
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You'd like to think this world has heroes.
You'd like to think that you're one of them.
A hand wrapped around his throat, shoving him into the top of the lockers.
That out of all the injustices in this world you would fight against every single one.
That you would be brave and bold.
Cisco saw stars.
You could make it with your chances.
Someone punched him.
Maybe if you were bright.
If you were good.
He was dropped.
The bad couldn't catch up with you.
Legs flew into his stomach.
Into his head.
That it didn't matter if you were small.
Or smart.
Or dumb.
Or different.
You could be great no matter what.
The bell rang.
No one saved him.
No one said anything.
Fights in this school were normal.
Central City wasn't as nice and innocent as the adults made it out to be.
Cisco tried to fight back.
His temper and courage wouldn't allow him to just take it.
But there's wanting to do something and being physically able.
Insane verbal abuse ensued.
Cisco tried to crawl away.
They grabbed his legs.
He was pulled back.
Stomped on.
Cisco's right eye was completely swollen shut.
"Hey!"
They stopped.
Cisco nearly blacked out right then and there.
"Back off!"
"Barry?" He faintly slurred.
"What's the matter Psycho? Hate to see us wailin' on your boyfriend?"
He tried to breath.
It hurt.
Oxygen exited his lungs in whistles.
He could see a blurry image of Barry Allen standing up to Tony Woodward.
They were almost the same height.
But Barry was scrawny like a tooth pick and Tony was Arnold Schwarzenegger.
"Leave. Him. Alone."
Cisco mentally cheered, saying, "You tell 'em Barry!"
"Shut up," one of the bullies holding him smacked his head.
Ow...
Blinding pain.
Tony took a step closer to Barry, "Or what? Huh? You gonna kill me like you did mommy?"
Oh fuck.
Not good.
Surprise flooded the younger teen when Barry actually nodded, "Yeah. Now back off."
The crowd that had gathered moved back.
Cisco's eye closed, ready to pass out.
He heard Tony chuckle.
Someone's fist collided with a face.
They hit the ground.
Cisco was startled awake when he was dropped.
Head head head! Watch the head OW jeez...
Tony was on Barry in two seconds flat.
Who punched him in the nose and kneed him in the balls.
The other jocks shuffled at the sidelines, unsure what to do.
They rolled, slamming into the lockers.
Barry faltered after cracking his head against the other boy's...it was obviously made of metal.
Tony took the time to his advantage.
The brunette got a shiner for his trouble.
What was this, head day?
No no no no no! Don't pass out Barry!
Kick his over grown ass!
"Hey! What's going on here? Who started this?"
Oh great the high school principle.
He hated Barry.
"Yo it was this lunatic! He threatened to kill me!" Tony recovered quickly.
Despite Barry being the one with blood all over his face (and on the ground) Principle Hagan said, "I'm calling the police."
What the fuck, mmaann?
Barry could kick yo ass!
Creepy old Hagan...
Cisco's physical condition was a whole other matter, he wanted to squeak (well, who wanted to squeek? He was a man after all) 'call 911.'
But no one could read his thoughts.
Barry sighed, used to this type of scrutiny, "Make sure to ask for Joe."
Tony and the other jocks left glaring daggers at them both.
"...you okay Cisco?"
"..."
"Hey someone call an ambulance!...ANYONE!"
Next Time...
Why was he so fat?
He would do anything to just make it go away.
Eddie stared at himself miserably in the mirror.
He needed to get it off of him.
Right then.
Right now.
Even if he had to claw it off.