Red Racer Pt. 21.

{8:37 A.M.}

 

I make it to Patton Avenue in the matter of seconds. The police barricade surrounds a dark figure that perfectly resembles the sightings. A dark suited flash carrying a large scythe. A little on the nose if you ask me.

 

”Hello, Black Flash. Who are you?”

 

“Your reverse… Your worst nightmare.” The figure says as he stares daggers my way.

 

”My worst nightmare isn’t normally about someone dressing up as me, but okay. Let’s see where you go with this. Who are you, really?”

 

“Don’t you recognize the voice? I’m crushed.” The Black Flash says as a slight smirk grows on his face. Honestly I don’t recognize the voice. It’s gruff voice, not Batman level of gruff, but it’s not a voice I remember.

 

”I’m sorry. I don’t recognize the voice.”

 

”How soon you are to forget the dead, Flash.”

 

‘The dead?’ That’s impossible… but wait… The note. The note that Commissioner Bellows received. We had our theories but they all didn’t make sense. It couldn’t be.

 

”Still no ringing? Maybe this will spark some memories…” The figure raises his hand up to his head and begins to lift his mask. He abruptly stops as it reveals his mouth. ”Y’know… never mind. You’ll have to earn that. Oh, and your little device…”

 

The Black Flash disappears in a blink of an eye and reappears behind me. He whispers in my ear.

 

”It didn’t work…”

 

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Spot the cameos.

Done