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Red Racer Vol. 1 #6: Rogue Origins-Not Fast Enough
Thirty-eight. That's the number of people killed by Mick during the explosions. Thirty-eight people I could've saved.
My whole life, I've been taught to use my powers for good. And I've tried. Really, I have. This whole "be the Flash" thing has been a blessing since day one, but I feel like I haven't lived up to his legacy. How can I be the hero everyone needs if I can't run fast enough to help everyone? Sure, I managed to get a lot of people out, but thirty-eight died. Fifty are hospitalized, including Victor. He was caught under debris and suffered major injuries and third-degree burns. All this is my fault. I messed up Snart's plans, so he sent his little lapdog to try and get at me.
I hear a door open, and look to see Cisco walk in. He smiles.
"Y'know, I heard that depression can always be cured by food," he says, and takes a chocolate bar out of his jacket pocket. It's gestured to me, but I ignore it. This causes a frown.
"Hey, I know how you feel. This one time, I developed a pair of gloves that could emit seismic waves. For a high school project, which was great because not too many-never mind. Anyways, when I went to demonstrate them, they went haywire and caused a giant hole to open up under out feet. No one sustained any fatal injuries, but I felt so bad. These were my inventions, so I told myself it was my fault. Turns out, my brother had spilt orange juice on them while he was looking at them. The point is, things happen out of our control. We may not like it, but that's life. Don't let yourself get down like that. When life throws you a curveball, just look up and try to catch it."
I smile, which causes him to grin. I'm about to say thanks, when his phone goes off. He takes it out and looks. A look of fear instantly covers his face. I look at the screen and there's a video of a man in a hooded jacket with a black mask covering his face. Over that was a pair of blue goggles. Snart. He spoke.
"I'd like to say something to the lovely hero that tried to stop my plans. My Rogues and I are waiting in Infantino Park. Be here by 11 p.m., or else this city will die."
Cisco looks at me and says, "You need to stop them."
I nod and get ready to leave, but before that I ask him one question:
"How would you like to design a superhero costume?" His face brightens up.
"M'lady, it would be my pleasure."
Red Racer Vol. 1 #6: Rogue Origins-Not Fast Enough
Thirty-eight. That's the number of people killed by Mick during the explosions. Thirty-eight people I could've saved.
My whole life, I've been taught to use my powers for good. And I've tried. Really, I have. This whole "be the Flash" thing has been a blessing since day one, but I feel like I haven't lived up to his legacy. How can I be the hero everyone needs if I can't run fast enough to help everyone? Sure, I managed to get a lot of people out, but thirty-eight died. Fifty are hospitalized, including Victor. He was caught under debris and suffered major injuries and third-degree burns. All this is my fault. I messed up Snart's plans, so he sent his little lapdog to try and get at me.
I hear a door open, and look to see Cisco walk in. He smiles.
"Y'know, I heard that depression can always be cured by food," he says, and takes a chocolate bar out of his jacket pocket. It's gestured to me, but I ignore it. This causes a frown.
"Hey, I know how you feel. This one time, I developed a pair of gloves that could emit seismic waves. For a high school project, which was great because not too many-never mind. Anyways, when I went to demonstrate them, they went haywire and caused a giant hole to open up under out feet. No one sustained any fatal injuries, but I felt so bad. These were my inventions, so I told myself it was my fault. Turns out, my brother had spilt orange juice on them while he was looking at them. The point is, things happen out of our control. We may not like it, but that's life. Don't let yourself get down like that. When life throws you a curveball, just look up and try to catch it."
I smile, which causes him to grin. I'm about to say thanks, when his phone goes off. He takes it out and looks. A look of fear instantly covers his face. I look at the screen and there's a video of a man in a hooded jacket with a black mask covering his face. Over that was a pair of blue goggles. Snart. He spoke.
"I'd like to say something to the lovely hero that tried to stop my plans. My Rogues and I are waiting in Infantino Park. Be here by 11 p.m., or else this city will die."
Cisco looks at me and says, "You need to stop them."
I nod and get ready to leave, but before that I ask him one question:
"How would you like to design a superhero costume?" His face brightens up.
"M'lady, it would be my pleasure."