I am Barry Allen, the fastest man alive-
*clung*

You turned off the tv, let the remote rested on your stomach, you let out an exhausted yawn. Couple of (Y/E/C) eyes took a glance at the time, hanging on the decorated wall, fulfilled with memories of you and him.

" Who knows The Flash would get the show of his own? " you chuckle, then fall asleep on the cozy bed, with the sheets lazily laying on your body.

*clang!* what's that sound? *clang!* a bell? Who's hitting on it? *clang!* you lazily opened your beautiful eyes, surprise, you squint your eyes.

" The fck! Who turned on the lights!? " you shouted. Your eyes finally adjusted to the blinding lights.

" What? Did you pass out or something? " a male voice echoing in your head. It took awhile to see clearly and studying what happened.

You were wearing a suit, leathery weird suit, your suit! You look around the place, a small empty room, with a big table and a table lamp, hitting to your sensitive eyes. And... The Flash?

" Woah! Where am I? " you panic as you try to stand up

No, you were handcuffed to the leg of the table. You were afraid, afraid, this scene is familiar, too familiar. You remember it too well to forget, you, afraid. Terrified.

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I know it's short, it's my intention 😖😆 if there's anyone reading this, do you have any theory about what's going on or what's happening? Comment your theory!
Part 2 coming soon.....