Running Out of Time {Barry Allen/The Flash}

I have a wholeeeeeeeeee bunch of questions.

1) How would you guys feel about reading another Flash fanfic? I don't know if it would be a sequel or I'd start off fresh ... Anyways, I have a few new ideas on another book if you guys would like to read it. I won't write one though if you guys don't want to read it. It's just an idea, no promises.

2) OKAY NEXT: How does the idea of a contest sound? Like, if it's stupid, I won't think about it anymore, BUT if enough people like the idea I'd look into it more. I was thinking that people could enter (using a hashtag) and it would do a spin on either my book You Are My Mystery or Running Out of Time. SO if you enter, you can come up with an alternate ending to my book or a scenario in my book that you wished happened or something. It's just an idea though.

AND 3) I HAVE THIS STORY I'VE BEEN WORKING ON FOREVER. I HAVE YET TO PUBLISH IT BECAUSE I'M STILL WORKING BUT HERE'S THE PROLOGUE/DESCRIPTION THINGY:

The Lethal Knight

Our world was controlled by the men with the keys. The keys were the foundation to success and ruling. These keys are passed down through the kings. After many years of success, one horrible man who was passed a key became king. Sir. Gallahai Meander decided to make our fellow kingdom crumble.

I swiftly swing my sword through the air, coming down on a man. He lets out a howl before falling to the ground. I twist my body around to see Damean ripping his knife through the skin of a guilty man. I run forward, making my way to Erade's palace where the king would be. A brief moment of sadness hits me as I watch an innocent huddling on the ground. I shake it off before running again.

I wasn't always a part of the Thiregan Township. Before I was spotted by Damean, Sir. Gallahai Meander's main knight, I was a farm servant who lived in the town of Arrona. It consisted of farmland and our chancellor. I lived on a farm with a man who I once called father. I fed the man's pigs and milked his cows while also plowing the corn field all by myself. Everyday for hours on end I would do hard labor. It was all very tough. On my off time, I trained to fight for the king, Edmund Meander. Sir. Gallahai Meander wasn't king at that time. It was Edmund Meander. He never wanted to be called Sir. He wanted to be looked upon as an equal. It never happened, but he earned major respect. He was also the father of Sir. Gallahai Meander.

Figuratively speaking, I appear at the gates of hell. The mossed-over brick wall blocking the entrance to the castle that sits in front of me taunts me as I was once granted access in. I take a couple steps back, adjusting my shoulders under my armor. I breathe in a deep breath before I take off running at the wall. I launch myself up, just barely getting a grasp on the edge of the wall. I pull myself up, my knees and feet scraping against the bricks to get over. I throw my body over the side, landing on my two feet. I continue sprinting across the damp grass to the castle doors. I look around. No guards are waiting on the outside. They must all be inside or joined in the fight behind me. I decide to take a risk. I look to the brick castle walls. A window sits at least thirty feet up above me.

Edmund Meander had two sons. The oldest was Gallahai Meander and the youngest was Grayson Verney. One day, Edmund was killed in action, leaving his two sons to rule the kingdom. It was up to Gallahai to rule us. We knew we were doomed to have a king who beat his brother and didn't care about anyone other than himself.

Grayson Verney took the last name of his now absent mother. She vanished in the night, not leaving one single trace just before Edmund died. Some say he committed suicide because of her but I don't believe it.

I take a deep breath as I hook my fingers into the crevasses between the bricks. I look towards the sky only seeing the castle tower above me. I shiver at the past memory of what happened. I shake myself off before digging my feet into the wall as well. I reach up with my hand, pushing from my feet. I make my way up towards the window.

After Gallahai took the key and the crown, I decided to step up. I needed to do something about it, and something happened that's never happened before. A woman became a knight.

I became the knight who would end the king.

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AND THERE IT IS. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I SHOULD'VE NAMED THE TITLE. Also, back to the contest thing, I may have a contest for a cover for this book. Of course, I'd give you full credit and I'd probably put your username in my bio.

Anyways, thank you for reading my book and not running away since you've made it this far!