Well, aside from not being serious since I already have a character of my own, the last time I made the joke you posted within two days. Instead of me rooting against you, I'm rooting for you to prove me wrong again.
I don't have anything to prove to you and it was merely a coincidence that my post came two days after your last barb. @Master Bruce gave me the opportunity to play Superman, and he's the only one I owe anything to in this roleplay. Were that not the case, I'd likely take my leave.
You might be joking, but you're the only one in on the joke.
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster.
Location:Jorge Chavez International Airport - Callao, Peru
#1.01:A Vessel of Unknown Origin
Interaction(s):None
Previously:None
“It’s a bird!”
“No, it’s a plane!”
“It’s… no wait that’s definitely a plane.”
High above the swaying tropical forest, Clark Kent was forced to stifle a chuckle to himself. There was something amusing about the child’s defeated tone from the surface thousands of feet below the passenger jet that Clark was currently seated within. It was as though the boy had been looking to the sky for something grander, waiting for the heavens to answer a prayer or for a sign of hope to descend from between the clouds. Instead, all the child got was another plane full of Americans here to spend their money on a vacation and litter the otherwise beautiful country.
At least, that’s what Clark had gathered the majority of the plane’s occupants were here for. He on the other hand was working. In order to complete his journalism program at Metropolis University, Clark was required to get some real world experience in the form of an internship. Naturally, like so many others in his class, he had tried to get in with the Daily Planet Broadcasting Corporation. Working alongside someone who had accelerated their career as quickly as the legendary Lois Lane would have been resume gold. Unfortunately that coveted position went to Cat Grant.
That’s not to say however, that Clark felt he had been slighted in any regard. He considered himself to be quite lucky having found an internship with renowned investigative reporter John Corben. Corben had gained almost a celebrity notoriety for his exposé features over the past decade. He had exposed human traffickers, drug rings, even terrorist cells. If there was a headline to be made, you can be sure that Corben made it.
This new assignment in Peru, however, had Clark feeling particularly drawn towards it. Somewhere in the jungle, an unknown object had been unearthed. Its discoverer, Dr. Emmet Vale, had described it only as a ‘vessel of unknown origin’. But Clark knew exactly what those words meant. Being friends with Chloe ‘Curator of the Wall of Weird’ Sullivan all through highschool meant a certain amount of intuition rubbed off on you. In Chloe’s own words, a vessel of unknown origin was basically the unspoken term for one word.
Alien.
While by no means an authority on the subject, Clark did have a certain investment in research revolving around aliens. Nineteen years ago, another vessel of unknown origin, a small pod, fell into a cornfield in Smallville. That pod contained a young toddler who was fortunate enough to be found by Jonathan and Martha Kent and raised as their own.
For those of you following along at home, that child was me.
Clark allowed a smirk of amusement to cross his face, tilting his head from shoulder to shoulder while pretending to narrate his own personal sitcom. Back in Smallville, his best friend, Pete Ross, used to refer to it as ‘Planet Clark’. A ‘Planet Clark’ moment being anytime Clark retreated into his own mind, often processing his next action without jeopardizing the secret his parents had worked so many years to hide from the world. But Smallville wasn’t without its struggles and the meteor rocks that had destroyed its cream corn crop had caused all sorts of peculiar situations the young teenager often found himself mixed up in or pinned up on Chloe’s aforementioned Wall of Weird.
The young man found himself forced to stifle a chuckle at the idea of ‘Planet Clark’ being a weekly series following a teenager with superpowers balancing high school with stopping so-called ‘bad guys’. From the seat to Clark’s immediate left, the woman beside him shot him a quick look of bewilderment and concern at his sudden outburst before returning to her in-flight movie. Rubbing his flushed cheeks, Clark turned his attention back to the window on his other side, watching as the plane descended closer and closer towards the asphalt.
The initial bounce of the wheels first touching down was barely noticeable from the interior of the plane. But Clark could see, hear and feel everything. Disembarking from the aircraft, he entered Jorge Chavez International Airport. Passing through customs, Clark took a look around the building, honing his vision as he looked through and past anyone who obstructed his field of sight. On the other side of the building was a man holding a sign that clearly read ‘Kent’.
Looking to either side to see if anyone was watching him, Clark let out a quick smirk before launching himself forward, moving through the frozen crowd around him before coming to a stop a few paces away from the man awaiting his arrival. Straightening his shirt and quickly putting his hair back in place, Clark began to move forward with a hand outstretched to make his introduction.
“Kent? Clark Kent?” He asked, motioning to the sign as the other man turned towards him.
“Kent! About time you landed, you know the story doesn’t wait for any man.” The other man beamed, a whitened smile flashing towards Clark. “Damn, they grow you big in Kansas, what’d your ma feed you, farmboy?”
“Nothing too out of the normal, I’m afraid.” Clark replied, lowering his gaze to meet the other man’s.
“Quite a grip too, college football? I played for the Sharks myself once upon a time.”
“Just highschool I’m afraid.”
“Damn shame, Sharks could have used a quarterback built like you this season.” The man stated, nodding his head knowingly. “John Corben by the way, but you already knew that.”
“I didn’t want to assume.” Clark replied with a nervous chuckle.
“Good instincts, never assume.” Corben replied before turning towards the door. “Now come on, farmboy, we have history to make.”
Well, after a day of thinking hard about it, I have decided to give it another shot. Hopefully, it works. Time for Plan B!
SON OF ZOD
"When I was young, my parents told me to hide my 'gift from God.' If it's truly a gift, he has a sick sense of humor."
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
Hernan Guerra was different. His mother and father knew something that he didn't about him. So, one day he asked them about his childhood. At first, his parents tried their best to provide a satisfying answer. But it wasn't enough. Then, he went to his sister for answers, but she clearly lying to him (badly). Frustrated, Hernan confronted his parents again and demanded an explanation. His father tried to calm him and it made things worst instead. In a fit of rage, Hernan stomped hard enough to leave a crater beneath him. It was also when he noticed that he was floating above the ground. He was scared.
Until his parents managed to calm him down. That was the first time that Hernan demonstrated a super-powered ability and it wasn't the last. Knowing that the lying was going to only hurt now, his parents told him of everything (with his sister present). It was on the night of their journey to the United States for a better opportunity. They saw something blight from the sky and hid behind some rocks, assuming it was the Border Patrol. Instead, it was something that crashed in front of them. Both of them investigated and discovered it was a rocket, containing Hernan inside. Before they could react, the authorities were making their way towards the scene. They took him and escaped before they were caught.
After being told the truth, Hernan was relieved and disturbed at the same time. And all he could do was hug his adopted parents.
As Hernan developed more strange abilities, his parents pressured him to hide them. He argued with them for a while before going behind their backs. It started with blowing away the chemicals from the crop dusters. Then, it got bolder. Completing the harvest on his own in one night once in a while. Eventually, he was caught. It happened during lunch at his high school. One of the racists was bullying Hernan, trying to egg him on. Of course, he did his best to avoid it. Until his sister got targeted and shoved to the ground. In a matter of seconds, the bully was on the ground with a broken arm. He tried to help his sister up, but everyone saw what happened. And it was so much that he ran home and hid for several hours.
His mother found him and comforted him as the authorities arrived at their home. Both of his parents were taken away by ICE, leaving him and his sister alone. Hernan wanted to save them, but his sister begged him to stay afraid that something could happen to him. So he did and it broke him. He remained on the farm until the guilt was too much to bear. Hernan left to find purpose in his life without saying anything to his sister. And with two years passed by, he watched as the American Dream was falling apart happily. Then, he heard about the latest ICE raids in the area that resulted in dozens detained, awaiting deportation.
That was when Hernan knew what he had to do.
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
He's the backup character. On a serious note, I want to be able to vent in the midst of a global pandemic and a historical movement. I am in a household where it isn't the best so I can't talk to them about it. And besides writing in my journal, this is the best thing to do. In terms of Hernan, he doesn't know about his true family nor that his father was General Zod. And I don't have plans on clashing with Superman anytime soon (unless Wraith wants that to happen, idk). This season will deal with him, trying to become a hero (well, a hero that goes and happily stands against the American government).
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
He's a lone wolf. But I do have plans on him meeting with Virtue, Tremor, Anarky, and Bunker. Also, I want to talk with Wraith about maybe borrowing some of Kent's villains/support characters.
S A M P L E P O S T:
BATMAN
Archie Goodwin International Airport
0.00 // A Bitter Sweet Reunion
Six years ago, Bruce Wayne bid farewell to his friends and family before departing his hometown to see the world. To find himself away from the place that changed his life forever. In secret, he spent those years learning everything required to uphold his promise. Boxing with the world-famous Wildcat in Boston, acrobatics at a circus in Cologne, intimidation and interrogation from former Spetsnaz agents at Norilsk, and plenty of other useful skills learned across the world. It wasn't cheap nor painless, but he appreciated every single one of his teachers. There was more to learn, but the life-changing experience in the caves of New Mexico opened his eyes to something possible.
Upon setting foot on the epoxy flooring of the lavish airport, Wayne saw how much it had changed since he left it years ago. It got an expensive makeover along with a new terminal facility and runway thanks to donations from infamous Carmine Falcone. Almost everyone knew that he was Don of the Falcone Crime Family, but it was clear that the politicians and police were in his pocket. Wayne approached a massive fountain, inspired by the Fontana del Tritone in Rome, and read the plaque:
THE FOUNTAIN OF GOTHAM Donated by the Falcone Family in honor of Gotham City's rich history. Any coins generously thrown will go support Gotham General Hospital.
Wayne reached into his pocket, pulled out a quarter, and flicked it at the fountain. Then, he made his way outside and saw Gotham's skyline for the first time in years. There were several skyscrapers still unfinished in various stages of completion, just like it was years ago. Mayor Hill and the city council talked about having Gotham City's skyline rival Metropolis' or even New York City's. Of course, it was all nonsense because the project cost billions. But, it seemed that the same family is helping to make that dream a reality (along with a few other wealthy families and individuals). Even with the touch-up, it was meant to cover up the city's ugly truth.
And all someone had to do was drive beyond the tourist attractions.
"Did you say Park Row?" the taxi driver asked Wayne.
"Yeah... The Community Clinic." Wayne answered while watching the driver's reaction through the rearview mirror. It was clear that he was nervous and scared about traveling there. Nevertheless, the driver didn't say anything and kept on driving. There was reason to fear Park Row that Wayne couldn't even dismiss. It was filled with criminals and became a hotbed of crimes ranging from robbery to murder. The clinic was always filled with patients that sought aid and safety without judgment. It was one of the few remaining reminders of its past before... that night.
The taxi driver stopped in front of the clinic and unlocked only Wayne's door. He exited out of the cab and went to pay the driver. Wayne tried to thank the driver, but he already sped off. He didn't blame the driver for wanting to leave. After all, he was terrified of going to Park Row and being robbed at knifepoint. The truth was that nobody was going to bother robbing a tax driver, but the lie was still being spread by the police, politicians, and the media. Interested in seeing his surrogate family, Wayne made his way inside the clinic.
Once inside, Wayne noticed the people waiting for their names to be called. It wasn't crowded as usual on a weekday, which was either a good or bad sign. Immediately, a familiar voice called out his name. "Bruce?!"
It was Marva Cooper still working at the garage based on the grease stains on her overalls. She gave him a tight hug before asking, "What the hell are you doing back?!"
"Got tired of exploring the world." Wayne answered sarcastically and then noticed that she was at the clinic. "What are you doing here?"
"Just waiting for my dad to finish up with his appointment. Nothing serious, just a routine checkup ordered by Leslie herself." Cooper sat back down and waited for Wayne to sit next to her. She noticed that he had something on his mind and decided to say something. "Hey, are you alright?"
"I... Actually, I have a favor to ask you and your father."
"Yeah, what is-" Before she could finish, the door opened for Earl Cooper as he was walking out with Dr. Leslie Thompkins behind him. They were in the middle of talking when Thompkins noticed Wayne, sitting there. She didn't believe it at first. But, it was a huge relief to know that he was alive after not writing back for a few weeks. Bruce got up and hugged her before she could've started crying her eyes out. Earl, meanwhile, walked over to his daughter and placed his hand on her shoulder. Both of them watched Wayne and Thompkins having a touching reunion.
Not to be the bad guy (duh!), but having any other Kryptonians directly contradicts my entire concept. If you could find a way to rework the character and detach him from Krypton and Zod, I'd have no say actually have no problem with the character but right now since he'd technically fall under my legacy and it doesn't work. By my sheet's lore, Kal-El is the only Kryptonian that can achieve all these abilities under the light of the yellow sun. Furthmore, Kal-El is the only natural birth in a millennia, Hernan would have been genetically grown to fit a caste system.
It creates a lot of loose ends that complicate my otherwise more compact concept which I purposefully toned and focused in on a very small part of Superman's lore so I have room to grow and blossom from. Obviously @Master Bruce and @Hillan have the final say, but as the parent character player, I can't give this sheet my blessing.
K A L - E L ( K R Y P T O N ) / C L A R K K E N T ( E A R T H ) ♦ R E P O R T E R ♦ M E T R O P O L I S
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"What we have here is a rare opportunity to cut loose, and show you just how powerful I really am." S U P E R M A N
Twenty-one years ago, an alien vessel entered the Earth's atmosphere bringing with it a meteor shower that pummeled much of a midwest town called Smallville. Turning the Kansas based town from the Creamed Corn Capital of the World into the Meteor Capital of the World. Within the alien vessel however as a young boy, the last hope of his people and the planet Krypton's first natural birth in near a millennium. Imbued by his father Jor-El with the DNA of ancient Kryptonians through a birthing matrix, the young Kal-El would grow to develop near god-like powers under the Earth's yellow sun. Jor-El sent Kal-El to Earth in an effort to save the Kryptonian race, sending along a mate for his son for when the time came. Unfortunately, Krypton exploded, the ship suffered severe damage and the female's pod was swallowed by the Phantom Zone.
Fate had other plans for young Kal-El though, as the boy was discovered by a young couple who went on to raise the child as their own. Jonathan and Martha Kent's patience knew no bounds as they loved the child unconditionally and took the time to learn and understand his abilities and the struggles that came with each. In time, Kal-El, now called Clark Kent would grow into a young man and like most young man he began to long for a life outside of his parents' house. Enrolling in the Metropolis University's journalism program, Clark left Smallville behind and began to forge his own destiny.
Currently, Clark is learning under the wing of a renowned investigative reporter, John Corben and the pair have travelled to South America to join Dr. Emmet Vale who has discovered what appears to be an alien vessel hidden deep within the jungle. While Corben is simply looking for another headline article to frame on his wall, Clark's natural curiosity has gotten the better of him and he can't help but wonder if this ship is somehow connected to him...
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
This version of Superman will be heavily based on the theme that he is the last son of Krypton. As such, my Superman will be a unique birth among the people of Krypton and made with the genes of ancient Kryptonians who had powers before Rao turned red. This means that Kal-El is the only Kryptonian born on the planet in the last ten billion years capable of acquiring powers under a yellow sun. Additionally, Kal's weakness to Kryptonite is not a trait shared by all Kryptonians but rather a unique affliction due to radiation poisoning from the planet exploding and catching Kal's vessel in the shockwave.
At the beginning of the IC, I plan on having Clark still figuring out his role in the world. He's reluctantly to use his abilities and needs a push towards donning the traditional tights. Clark is a farm-boy possessing enough power to level the planet and he wants to figure out the best way to use his abilities responsibly to benefit mankind. As such he's taken to travelling the world, albeit as part of completing his studies, interacting with its various cultures and learning to appreciate the world for what is. This is so Clark can truly invest in his humanity before the time comes to embrace what he really is.
Instead of facing Luthor or Intergang, I'm going to be focusing on small foes and making more personal conflicts for Clark. I have no plans to introduce Lois or Jimmy this 'season' and instead will be pulling other allies for Superman's various comics, both mainstream and one-shots.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
JOHN CORBEN - A world-renowned investigative reporter, John Corben cut his teeth on exposing corrupt politicians and now gets his kicks from international exposées. His latest venture is a supposed alien structure found along the coast of South America. Tagging along for the ride is Corben's newest student, Clark Kent.
LORI LEMARIS - A young marine biologist, Dr. Lemaris is a fresh face who has joined Dr. Vale's expedition to make a name for herself. Interested in the effects of the foreign metal on the water, its flora and fauna, Dr. Lemaris is often aloof and running numbers and data through her head. She's unfortunately not well-liked by Dr. Vale as her paraplegic state leaves much to be desired in the jungles of South America.
EMMETT VALE - A respected if to eccentric scientist well-versed in numerous fields. It was Dr. Vale's satellite that first located the wreckage along the coast of South America before eventually determining it was in fact alien. Dr. Vale believes the wreckage is linked to the 1999 Meteor Shower that devastated much of Smallville and is determined to prove it as the beginning of an invasion force.
To Be Expanded As The Season Progresses...
S A M P L E P O S T:
The dust cleared revealing the silhouette of the towering humanoid. His unkempt mane billowed in the wind, keen red eyes clearly unphased as he continued to march forward. A chain-like weapon stretched from one hand to the other, the right hand steadily spinning around the hooked end. The horseshoe mustache outlined a cocky smile on the alien's smug face, a triumphant expression beginning to spread while he surveyed the chaos around him. Vehicles laid in ruin, people ran in each and every direction, terror had taken over downtown Metropolis with almost no sign of hope anywhere.
Almost.
A bright beam of red suddenly shot from amidst the disarray of traffic. The alien let out a yell of surprise, his feet digging into the ground as the force of the blast moved him backwards. A sonic boom suddenly rocked the downtown strip, shattered glasses raining from the rooftops before a blue blur took a hold of the alien, raising him into the air. Blow after blow sent the alien attacker higher into the stratosphere while the blue blur chased after him. Existing the atmosphere, the pair collided onto the surface of the moon. It was the briefest moment the alien required to break the blue and red clad hero's assault and regain his footing.
"Bastiche." The alien growled, batting his foe away before steadying himself. "If you're seriously thinkin' you can take the Main Man out, you'd best be thinkin' again Kryptonian."
Rising from the crater the self-proclaimed 'Main Man' had thrown him into, Superman stood defiantly as the lunar winds lifted his cape, gently blowing it behind him.
"If you intend to harm the people of Earth, this is where your journey ends, friend." Clark responded, his eyes glowing red as he readied his heat vision for another strike. "Earth is under my protection."
"I ain't your friend, pal." The Main Man growled back. "And the only thing I'm hear for is your slaggin' head on a spike."
"Then come and get it."
With a roar, the Czarnian charged forward. Firing a short concussive blast of his heat vision, Superman managed to strike the alien directly in the eyes before exhaling with all his might to freeze the Main Man's legs in place. Leaping into the air, Superman angled himself towards the ground, striking the immobile foe with all his might. The alien laughed as his cigar was disloged between his lips from the next blow. The blow after that drew blood but still the Czarnian wouldn't go down.
"C'mon Kryptonian, is that all you got?" He taunted while Clark drew his arm back again.
"No."
Changing his tactics, Superman suddenly took ahold of the Czarnia and hoisted him into the air.
"Hey, hey!" The Main Man suddenly began to protest as Superman kept him restrained while rising above the moon's surface. "What you doing?"
"Objects in motion," Superman smiled while beginning to spin around. "Stay in motion!" He called, released his hold on the alien while the Czarnia was launched into the void of space, travelling in a direction far from Earth under the momentum of Superman's full strength. Dusting off his hands, Superman smiled triumphantly only for his eye to suddenly twitch.
“If everything seems under control, you're not going fast enough.”
Bartholomew Henry Allen ♦ Crime Scene Technician ♦ Central City, Missouri ♦ Flash Family
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
Born in 2002, Bart Allen is the oldest son to Barry and Iris Allen. His younger brother Wally was born in 2003. Barry Allen was a famous detective with the Central City Police, solving the famous Murmur Murders alongside his partner, Jay Garrick. Finding himself always a bit of a social outcast, Bart always had a love comic book superheroes and science. During his senior year in high school, Bart was working late at the high school science lab when an accident happened. The accident granted Bart mysterious super-powers.
Remembering the comic heroes of his youth, Bart took up a costume and became one of them. The Flash. Bart attends Keystone University as a freshman and plans on majoring in criminal justice while being the fastest man alive.
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
Straight up, this is me taking an old character I ran with (phrasing) ten years ago and trying a new approach. UDC Flash was easily one of my favorite characters I've ever RPed, so I'm going to see if I can make it better now that I'm older and far less wiser
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
Supporting Characters:
Barry Allen - Bart's dad, police detective. Iris West Allen - Bart's mom, newspaper editor. Wally Allen - Bart's younger brother. Jesse Quick - Wally's girlfriend. Daughter of a famous athlete. Ralph Dibny - Bart's best friend, away at Ivy Town U. Valerie Perez - Freshman in Bart's bio class, he has a crush on her. Jay Garrick - Family friend and Barry's boss. Lenny Snart - Small time criminal. Michelle Rory - Snart's girlfriend, total firebug. The Top - Mysterious Central City crimelord. Grodd - Equally mysterious crimelord. The Top's competition. Edward Thawne - Bart's physic's professor.
S A M P L E P O S T:
Barry's unmarked car skidded to a stop just outside the police blockade. Civilians were crowded around the cars and barriers, some of them muttering nervously to each other, but most staying silent. Barry pushed his way through the crowd and towards the front. Grouped with the rest of the cops was Barry's partner and best friend.
"Jay," he said as he approached.
"Barry," Jay said in a low voice. Jay led Barry away out of earshot from the rest of the cops.
"Why aren't we out there?" He asked, pointing over Jay's shoulder to downtown. "Bar-- The Flash needs our help."
"That nutjob out there said if the cops or anyone else even gets close, he'll blow the city up with some funky ass IED. Commissioner Dolan said we were to make a perimeter around downtown and let Flash take care of it."
"Have you seen what they're doing?" Barry asked with raised eyebrows. On cue, a loud sonic boom echoed from two blocks over. The boom shook the buildings and sent screams and murmurs through the crowd.
"I can see it," said Jay, looking his friend in the eye. "I can see what he's doing to Bart."
"Do something!" Said Barry through his teeth. "I thought you were some hotshot hero back in the day?"
"I... I can't," said Jay, swallowing hard. He looked down at his feet and back up at Barry. "My speed... It's gone. It got burned out last year when I helped Bart out. I can't help him."
Barry shook his head. He looked back at the crowd, and then back at Jay.
"I'm going in."
"You can't!" shouted Jay. "You don't think I want to be out here?! Watching as he gets his head kicked in?! Powerless to stop it?! NO! But I have to do it, it's my duty as an officer of the law to protect these people over the one person."
"Well, here," Barry said, pulling his badge off. He put it in Jay's open hand and began to walk towards downtown. "As a father, it's my duty to protect that one person."
I crawled across the pavement, Thawne skipped along beside me. He was having his fun, like a cat playing with a dying mouse. I started to get up, only to have my legs swept out from under me. I smack against the pavement and was crushed by a flurry of super-fast fists smacking my chest.
"Come on!" Thawne yelled out. "You want to show these people you deserve their love and their respect, then you have to earn it. Save them, hero."
A kick in the ribs, this one knocking a few ribs free. I screamed in pain as I could feel a rib poking my lungs.
"Get up and fight me. Fight me, save the day, and then reap the rewards. Either you fight me, or I kill you."
Powerful hands grabbed my neck and I was up in the air, Thawne in my face.
"I kill you, this ends up worse for everyone. You die and then I go to town on those you care about. Your mother, your cop dad, little brother, that old washed up police captain, sweet Valerie Perez, stupid Ralph Dibny, All of them dead by my hand. And if you think this is the worst I can do, then you are wrong."
"No," I mumbled, my hands reeling back. "NO!"
I brought my hands up at the speed of sound, clapping right in Thawne's face. A sonic boom split the air, sending both of us back reeling. The blow disoriented Thawne and sent him twirling backwards while I shook the cobwebs from my head. By the time he rights himself he finds my fist in his face.
I slammed him towards the ground with the punch, kicking him sideways before he can hit the pavement. His body spins to the right and smashes into a parked car. He tires to get up but I knock him back down. I hit him again, and again, and again. I ignored the blood making my hand slick as I punch. I'm in my own world, imaging what he would do to my family and those I love. I'm wrapped up in my hate. All my rage and frustration, anger at Thawne's evil, my dad's disowning of me, the Justice League and their moral compromises. My own feelings of being powerless. I put it all into my fists as I pound Thawne through the car and into the ground.
What brings me around isn't the sound of the smacks against Thawne's head, or my own sobbing... It's the laughter.
"Hehehe," Thawne wheezed between blows.
That noise, the sound of him... enjoying it. That makes me stop. I look down at the bloody and bruised man, my fist still suspended in the air. He looks up at my fist with swollen eyes expectantly, and then back at me.
"Do it. Kill me."
"No," I said, stepping away. I talk between ragged breaths. "No matter what you do, or what you say, I will not do what you want. Killing you is what you want, isn't it? Pushing me over the edge. You want to ruin me... you won't."
"DO IT!" He screamed. "Do it or I'll destroy that atom smasher, the backlash will--"
There was a shimmer in my movement. Now in my hands were a clump of wires and cables.
"--create a chain reaction that--"
"--Will destroy Central and Keystone. Got it. But, not much of a chain reaction can happen with this," I said, holding up the plug of the deactivated atom smasher. "Come on, Thawne, you hid it in that storage locker you rent in your own name. I found the key when I was rooting through your house a few microseconds ago. That reminds me, you need to water your plants."
"You couldn't have moved that fast. I... I saw you."
"Yeah, world's fastest man over here. Sorry, buddy, I'm calm and collected now, I got my second wind, and I just saved the day. You lose!"
"NO!" He screamed. He lunged out at me. I went to step away, but I misjudged Thawne's trajectory. He grabbed my knee and twisted. I heard a pop and crumpled to the ground.
I saw it all in slow motion. Thawne scrambled to get on top of me. I batted him away, but he recovered quickly. His long, bony fingers wrapped around my neck. Spittle flew from Thawne's mouth, his face frozen in a snarl. His hands began to ring my neck and I struggled against his hard grip. I thrashed and struggled for oxygen, doing my best to throw him off me. Black spots formed around my eyes, my eyesight dimming. The last thing I saw before it went to black: Ed Thawne, the Professor, with a twisted grin on his face.
Mom, dad, Wally, Val, Jay, and Ralph. I'm sorry I failed you.
He won.
BLAM!
I gasped, air rushing back to my lungs. I coughed violently, my body shaking as my lungs gulped down the oxygen it had been denied. Through watering eyes I looked up. To the side was Thawne wth his eyes staring forward in an unfocused stare. He had a bloody hole in his forehead. CSI 101: An exit wound. Standing in front of me, clutching a smoking gun, my father.
"Dad?"
"Get up, Bart," he said. Over his shoulder I could see a fleet of police cars rushing down the street towards our location. "Get up now!"
I sprung to my feet as he yelled. Suddenly, I'm eight years old again and I'm in trouble for trying to take Nancy Jones' Tamagotchi.
"What did you do?"
"Go," he said, the cop cars getting closer. "Run, Bart. Run!"
And I did the only thing I seemed to be good at lately:
I ran.
I ran from the scene, I ran from Central, I ran from Missouri and America, I kept running across the world. Running, and running, and running. Running from something I knew deep down I couldn't outrun:
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Captain Uni
Melissa
Stein
