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Post by Glippernip on Jul 6, 2007 15:27:56 GMT -5
Flash Beyond #3 Flash Forward Part 3: The Coming Storm Barry West entered the bedroom of Reese Allen after he heard a crash. Fearing for the young speedster’s safety, he just walked in to find his cousin, not injured, but between the legs of a young woman, a moan escaping her lips. “Barry? Uh... hi. I swear I can explain.” Barry, and his sister, Iris, had been visiting from Metropolis. A few years back, the Tornado Twins, Inertia and Impulse, decided to give the Man of Steel a run for his money. Crossing his arms, Barry said, “I’m all ears.” * * * |
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Post by Glippernip on Jul 6, 2007 15:29:28 GMT -5
My name’s Bart Allen, thought the scarlet blur as he ran through Central City. I’m the Flash. The Fastest Man Alive. Literally. Years ago, about 40 years ago I’d say, something happened. I was already fast, maybe too fast at times. Bart recalls all the trouble he got in when he had the name Impulse. Trouble, but fun. It was a simpler time. Bart grins, then returns his thoughts to the crisis. I was chosen to embody the Speed Force, and to become its caretaker. With that, I became the fastest man to ever live. It was rough at first, but I got the hang of the responsibility. Now I can share the Force’s speed with anybody I choose. Well... not anyone. I can’t explain it but there is one that the Force rejected.
The Flash stopped suddenly and took out a picture. He was just staring at the image when an explosion brought him back to reality.
“Wha...?!”
The Flash saw fire irrupting from an abandoned building. Abandoned or not, he had to investigate.
Bart zipped in an out of the building in the blink of an eye, finding no victims, but no one to hold responsible either. Explosions don’t just happen, he thought.
The speedster scanned the rooftops of the remaining buildings and in an instant he saw a figure in a familiar chainmale costume, with a half and half orange and black mask, a sword on the figure’s back.
“Oh, no. Slade...”
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Post by Glippernip on Jul 6, 2007 15:31:59 GMT -5
“Iris,” shouted Barry, “come in here!” “What,” asked Iris West as she entered Reese’s room and saw the young woman with Reese still kneeling beside her. “Oh, sorry, Studly.” Iris grabbed her brother and started pulling him out of the room, “We’ll give you your privacy.” Barry pulled away from his sister and stated, “We most certainly will not!” “Guys,” Reese tried to interrupt. “Oh, come on, the kid’s of age,” interjected Iris. “The kid’s of age? Kid, Iris.” “Guys?!” Reese tried once more. “Barry, sometimes you are such a stick in the sludge,” Iris told him. “No, Iris,” replied Barry, “I’m just an adult.” “An adult stick in the sludge,” countered Iris. “When will you grow up?” “GUYS!!!” yelled Reese. The two siblings turned to their much younger cousin. “Chill, okay?” said Reese. “She was being attacked by Splicers. Kid Flash stepped in. That’s all, okay?” “Why bring her home with you?” asked Iris with a wink in her eye. Barry just rolled his eyes. “The Splicers outnumbered me. I had to run away. Home was my first instinct.” “And the position I caught you in?” Barry asked. “Position?” questioned Iris. “This is getting juicy.” Barry gives Iris a sturn look. “I tripped over Chubs and... fell... there.” “AAAHHHHH!!!!!” the scream echoes in the room. The three turn to see Lexy, having regained consciousness. * * * |
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Post by Glippernip on Jul 6, 2007 15:35:07 GMT -5
The Flash ran and ran, faster and faster for the figure of Deathstroke. “You’re dead!” As Bart reaches Deathstroke, the speedster runs straight through him. Not there?
“He is dead,” came a feminine voice from the shadows. The woman stepped forward, revealing a costume similar to Deathstroke’s, though her mask was all orange with only a black stripe over the eyes, with no eyeholes. “I’m Deathstroke, now.”
“Hmm,” Bart muttered as he rubbed his chin. “Cute, but playtime’s over, Miss.”
“Wrong, it’s only beginning,” she stated as she pressed a button on the arm of her costume.
Suddenly, the roof Bart was standing on gave way, causing the hero to fall, crashing to the room bellow, falling into a huge transparent cylinder. “This could be a problem.”
“It is a problem,” stated Deathstroke as she entered the room, accompanied by Flamer, and two others, Chillbane and Weather Warrior.
“Flamer? You’ve hired Flamer?” Bart couldn’t hold back laughing.
Flamer charged up his gauntlets.
“No!” shouted Deathstroke.
“And the other two don’t look much better.”
Weather Warrior and Chillbane started to advance but were halted by Deathstroke’s raised hand. “You three, out! Help the Splicers secure the area.”
The three rogues began to leave, But Deathstroke stopped Warrior.
“Warrior, you’re on the roof. You know the plan.”
As Warrior rode wind currents up to the roof, Deathstroke stared at her reflection in the transparent glass. “You, too, Reflection.”
Then the image of Deathstroke in the glass morphed and changed, becoming a man in orange and green. “Spoil sport.”
After Reflection left, Bart shouted, “What do you want?!”
“My birthright,” was her calm reply.
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Post by Glippernip on Jul 6, 2007 15:47:11 GMT -5
“Calm down, Lexy,” came Reese’s reassuring voice. “AAAHHHH!!!!” she continued to scream. “WHERE AM I?! WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” “I saved you,” Reese said again. “Remember the Splicers?” Lexy reflected back on the attack. The Splicers and then a man in a costume. She looked down at the lightning bolt on Reese’s chest. “Flash?” “Well... kinda,” Reese said with a grin. “Kid Flash.” Lexy hugged Reese tight, “You saved me!” “Schizo,” Iris muttered and Barry elbowed her side. * * * |
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Post by Glippernip on Jul 6, 2007 15:49:02 GMT -5
Bart could hear the engine beginning to roar as he tried to speed up his molecules, but it wasn’t working. The Flash then tried to run, but nothing. “What are you doing?!?!” he yelled with a sense of worry in his voice. “The Speed Force,” Deathstroke began, “is inside you. I plan to extract it.” Before the Flash could reply, he is hit by a bolt of lightning. “AAARRRRGHHHH!!!!” Deathstroke stepped back seconds before the device exploded in a massive light show. Energy rippled from Bart and surged skyward. As the light show ends, Bart collapses, falling to his hands and knees. “Send Reese my love,” Deathstroke said, “Daddy.” “Becca...” Bart stuttered and passed out. “Rebecca,” she corrected him, turning to leave. “Rebecca Wilson.” * * * |
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Post by Glippernip on Jul 6, 2007 15:58:03 GMT -5
“Can’t believe you, Iris,” stated Barry.
“What’s not to believe?” Iris had a grin on her face that just oozed confidence.
“I’m serious, Iris. Leaving him alone with a stripper?”
“Hey, I resent that remark.”
“You never...”
Iris grinned. “How do you think I worked my way through college?”
“...”
Iris laughed as Reese entered the living room.
“I think she’s doing better. She’s resting.”
“Did you get her thanks?” Iris asked, grinning.
“IRIS!” Barry shouted, then turned to Reese. “Uh... did you?”
Reese only shook his head in frustration. “I’m going out. Maybe Dad could use my help.”
“Not anymore,” Bart stated as he limped through the door, his costume ripped and torn.
“DAD!”
Continued...
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