Running Out of Time {Barry Allen/The Flash}

*REVISED: 5/11/18*

("I never thought this would happen in a million years. I would never have thought that I would be struck by lightning and all of a sudden get superpowers. Never.")

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My alarm goes off, and my head shoots up. I slam my alarm clock off, and realize I've already hit snooze two times this morning. I jump out of bed, and pull on a hoodie. I slip into a pair of leggings while pulling my fuzzy boots on. I grab my school bag, running out of the door ditching breakfast.

I hop on my sports bike, starting it up. I pull on my helmet and speed away. I pull into the school and run inside the building. I push past many abhorrent, and repugnant high schoolers. Well, most of them are that way, while others may be deferential. Kids these days make me so mad. Yeah, I'm young as well, but we grew up learning to respect our parents and be respectful. Most kids really aren't.

I sigh while greeting the kids. I just run into the class that already started.

"Sorry I'm late!"

"Nothing new. Anyways, I told you, you didn't have to come in today," the teacher mumbles while rubbing his forehead.

"What? When? You did not. I don't remember that."

"Of course you wouldn't. You probably weren't paying attention. The kids are going on a field trip today, remember?" He says.

"Oh my god. I am so stupid. No, I didn't remember. I'm sorry. Well, today's a good day to be late. I'll just leave then. Have a great day. Umm, yeah. Bye." I say darting out of the room. I walk down the hallway, and out the door.

So what am I supposed to do all day?

I hop on my bike, driving to Jitters. I walk inside, lifting off my helmet. I walk up to the counter.

"Mmm, just the usual. Please." I mumble, before smiling. Soon, I get my coffee. I walk over to the nearest booth and grab out my phone. I unlock it and watch people walk in and out of the building. I plug in my earbuds and turn on my music. I scroll through my music playlist. I love every kind of music, but I really like the 80's.

I don't know. 80's was right before the music went bad. Well, not saying today's music is terrible, I'm just saying it was better back then. It just makes me happy, and it's always good. Plus, as a kid, that's all my dad ever listened to. In the car, on the radio, you name it. That's all I would ever hear, and I grew up to love it. So, 80's music is apart of me. It means more than just having a good taste in music, or the music itself being good. It's much more than that. It's one of the ways I remember my father. It's was apart of those great memories we had. It's one of the ways I don't forget about him. I mean, I almost feel like I'll forget everything about him someday, and I don't want that to happen. I loved him, and I still always will.

"Break My Stride", by Matthew Wilder comes on. I just subtly bob my head to the song. I take a sip of my coffee and smile.

("If only I didn't go home earlier from the cafe.")

***

    I hear a big clap of thunder. I turn off of my bike. I grab out my phone and find the live weather report.

"We're live outside S.T.A.R. Labs despite the inclement weather, which is only going to get worse. The torrential downpour has in no way affected the particle accelerator, which is up and running smoothly according to S.T.A.R. Labs CEO Harrison Wells. The-" I pause the video before looking up at the sky. I see the lightning right before the thunder sounds. I jump off of my bike, trying to walk from my garage to my house. I feel the rain soak my shirt.

"Ugh." I groan.

Then I resume the news because I don't like the plain sound of thunder, and rain.

  "Wait, we're now being told to evacuate the facility. The storm may have caused a malfunction to the primary cooling system. Officials are now trying to shut down the particle accelerator, but so far, have been unable to regain control of the system..."

"What the hell?"

Then I hear deep rumbling. Then more thunder. Before I can process it, I watch as electricity crackles from the sky and hits me.

***

*Third Person P.O.V.*

"Oh my god! What happened?" A pail, petite woman nurse asks, referring to Katheryn being brought into the hospital on a stretcher. "Another one hit by the lightning?" She asks with worry laced in her voice.

"Yes," the impatient, older male doctor answers while looking back down at Katheryn. He, and a few others move her onto the bed. He sighs, as this is the second person to be rushed to the hospital because of a lightning strike.

"How is she still alive?" The pail, petite woman asks. "She's codding."

"No heartbeat!" The male yells to the others, ignoring the woman. "CBC, chem 24, type and cross four. Bag her."

"Okay, charge the paddles," another male calmly says.