Chapter 24: “Welcome To Central City!”

I woke up finally, but I was tied up...

"Again? Really?," I ask, but I find thawne is nowhere near, rather I'm surrounded by strangers.

A black haired man child wearing a back to the future shirt,

A brown haired man wearing a red suit, identical to thawne's evidently he had been crying, and a brown haired female inspecting me.

"She's healthy, minus slight malnutrition and there's gamma radiation in her system. She has a higher metabolism as well," The woman says.

"Who are you?" The brown haired man asked.

"I'm a person who had to deal with an asshole wearing a similar suit to yours, and I frankly don't understand your use of rope," The rope disintegrates as my hand touches it. The nurse and the black haired man stood back.

A blur of yellow tackles me to the floor.

"Your not escaping! Not until I know-,"

"BARRY!" A man walked in holding a gun.

I put up my hands, and waited. Barry got up and left.

"What is your relationship with thawne?" He asked.

"That would be a victim to kidnapper or...mercenary to target perhaps?" He tilts his head slightly.

"He was promised to be able to go his home universe, like others on my ragtag team of randoms," I explained.

"A being of light and dark, made to provide salvation for the creator of this fucking hell," Thawne walks into the room.

"How did you get out?!" The black haired male shrieked.

With a wave of his hand, his face morphed into a disfigured smile, with pale white eyes.

"Oh Cisco....you have no idea what we can do~," They then left in a blur of neon green.

"Barry he's out but he's not alone?"

"He's being possessed, his speed has been maxed out according to our monitors back at Cortaxia," I explain, grabbing a seat. As if by second nature I sent out a signal.

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|Rascal's POV|

"I know where she is!" I say, looking at star charts and turned on the portal.

"RASCAL DON'T-,"

They were too late, I left.

I found myself in an alley, I saw two people fighting.

Yellow suit, bad.

Red suit, good.

I pull out some knives and began my assault.

Knives flew at Thawne.

But they were blocked by a spirit.

The girls appearance became more clear every passing second, and now she was no longer a ghost.

"Thanks Thawne,"

A girl walked out of his back, Pale white eyes, smile and pale skin.

A green hoodie and ripped jeans, she definitely was going for a look.

A top hat, odd choice I'd say.

Now we have unequal odds, but I'm just buying time...