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[CENTER][IMG]https://nothingbutcomics.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/jsa-78-alex-ross3.jpg?w=580&h=372&crop=1[/IMG][/CENTER][COLOR=red][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]K E Y S T O N E   C I T Y[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][color=silver]October 12[sup]th[/sup], 1939 - 6:02 PM | [i]The Home of Jay and Joan Garrick[/i][/color][/sup][/INDENT]

"Jay, I'm not so sure about any of this..." Jay turned around to face Joan. She was still as stunning as the day he had met her, and while he would have thought it not possible she worried for him even more now than she had before they had married. She had stuck by him after the accident that had first given him his powers, and then as he struggled to come to grips with who he was, and what he was going to do with his life she had been there. He was truly lucky to have her here, by his side through all of this.

As he stood before her in a red shirt, blue pants and a modified version of his fathers helmet from the Great War he understood that despite the power that he had been given. One day he would need to think of her, and leave this life behind. He walked over to her, reaching out and holding her hands as he faced her. "Joan, the worlds at a precipice and I have power. I can't sit back and do nothing, people are dying. If I have power I need to use it-"

"It's dangerous Jay."

Jay just shrugged, as he let go of her hands directing them both at his chest. "I'm the fastest thing on the planet, faster than a bullet. I'll be fine. I'm the Flash."

"You know, I hate that newspaper for giving you that name."

"What would you have called me?"

She put her arms around him. "My husband."


[COLOR=red][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]P O L A N D[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][color=silver]October 13[sup]th[/sup], 1939 - 7:25 AM | [i]The Eastern Front[/i][/color][/sup][/INDENT]

Jay ducked behind a building as an explosion went off. So far the journey had went just about as well as expected in that he had gotten to this small town, with a name he couldn't read, just ahead of the Nazi advance. He had heard tales of the war from his father, the long gruelling days in the trenches. The sound of war and battle. This wasn't war, this was decimation. Small pockets of Polish resistance fired back at the superior forces of the Nazi push. Everyone else saw the chaos, though for him he saw everything with clarity. His mind processing sights, sounds and smells faster than anybody else present. To him time moved slowly and it gave him the chance to get a feel for his surroundings. 

As the smell of charred flesh met his nostrils, he had to resist the urge to throw up. This wasn't what he was here for, he had been given this speed for a reason. To do that he had to [i]run[/i]. He pushed himself off, he felt the lightning flowing through him. The raw electricity and power, that he still didn't fully understand. Jumping over items in his path, straight to the eastern edge of town where the motley Polish soldiers were trying to mount a defense that would give the people in the town enough time to escape, he passed people running the opposite direction and couldn't help but notice the look of sheer panic on their faces. He saw the spark in their eyes that was him rushing by. He didn't take the time to look at the invading forces as he reached the edge of town, instead he grabbed someone around the waist. There was a brief moment where he had stopped and he could hear the man begin to protest, but before he could get anything out Jay had a hold of him and he was running again. 

He ran down the road carrying the soldier till he reached the next town, letting go off him and then running back. One by one he grabbed them. As the invaders came closer and closer, he had cleared more and more people. It was not amiss to him though, that the invaders were getting closer. He had to push himself faster, no-one would be left behind. He had made a small impact on Keystone since the accident, though today he was making a real difference. He stopped at the group of confused people, dropping off the last individual. Smiling at the group, probably out of shock more than anything, the soldiers who weren't throwing up aimed and fired at him. The bullets may have seemed like they were moving quickly, but to him it was but a crawl. He dodged out of the way of the bullets, until the soldiers expended their rounds. Knowing that anything he might say would be lost on them, due to a language barrier. He merely raised his arm, and gave them a tip of the metal hat.

Without a word, he turned around and took off. Creating a gush of air in his wake as he cut through it. It was an exhilerating feeling, and he'd never get fed up of it. The scientist in him told him that at these speeds his body should be starting to pull itself apart. Though for whatever reason it held firm, and he pushed himself onwards. After all, if he didn't help these people? Who would?

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