Pass Your Message

The moment the Flash moved, it was almost too fast to comprehend. His blur of motion left no time for the towering alien to react. Even though the alien had been staring directly at him, it didn't matter—there was simply no time to respond.

Despite this, the alien didn't flinch. Instead, he smiled calmly, his demeanor cool and confident. "I understand your caution," he said, his voice deep and steady. "But I assure you, it's unnecessary. In fact…" He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

A sudden whirlwind erupted, sending powerful gusts swirling through the area. The air pressure shifted, and for a moment, it was difficult to breathe. Then, something massive materialized in the sky. It was a sleek, black object with an unusual shape, hovering as though suspended by invisible strings. 

It didn't take long for everyone to recognize what it was.

An alien spaceship.

The crowd gasped collectively, stunned by the sight. Spaceships weren't something you encountered every day, and this one looked especially advanced. Those with quick reflexes scrambled to take out their phones, snapping pictures and recording videos. Some whispered in awe, while others simply stared, frozen by the sight.

Flash, or rather Charlie controlling him from afar, wasn't particularly surprised. He had already known the ship was there. Earlier, Friday's scans had detected the spaceship cloaked high above the battlefield. The technology hiding it was far beyond anything on Earth—a kind of blurring effect that made it almost impossible to see or detect. 

Friday had also warned Charlie about the ship's unstable energy readings. The entire craft seemed to be coated in some kind of reactive energy, almost like a layer of bombs waiting to detonate. A reckless attack could have catastrophic consequences, so Charlie decided to wait, observing the situation instead of acting impulsively. 

Now, the ship had revealed itself, its presence confirmed. Charlie guessed the two aliens confronting him were advance scouts, sent from the ship to test the waters. Boarding the craft might be the fastest way to get answers, and luckily, the aliens were making that easier by extending an invitation. 

The ship's hatch opened with a hiss, revealing a glowing interior. The taller alien gestured toward it with a sweeping motion, inviting Flash aboard.

Charlie didn't hesitate. Through Flash, he stepped forward with confident strides. This might have been a trap, but Flash was the perfect hero for the job. With his nearly infinite speed, ability to phase through solid objects, and resistance to most physical harm, there were few scenarios where he couldn't escape. 

The spaceship began to lift off as Flash entered. The roar of its engines filled the air, and the crowd below scrambled to capture the moment on their phones. For many, it was the most extraordinary thing they'd ever seen. But as the ship rose higher and disappeared into the sky, confusion spread through the spectators. 

When people checked their photos, they found nothing. The spaceship wasn't in any of the pictures or videos. Instead, their screens showed only clear skies, fluffy clouds, and cracked streets. The ship's technology not only cloaked it from human eyes but also made it invisible to digital recording devices. Its capabilities were far beyond human understanding. 

Inside the ship, Flash followed the two aliens down a long, dimly lit corridor. His steps were calm and measured, his body language relaxed. To an outsider, it looked like he wasn't worried at all. But Bishop, the alien he had defeated earlier, couldn't hide his unease. He kept glancing at Flash, his expression tense and uncertain. 

Bishop had been thoroughly humbled. His title as the "fastest in the universe" was now in question, and he knew it. Yet what impressed him even more was Flash's composure. Here was someone who had just walked into enemy territory, completely alone, and yet he seemed utterly unbothered. 

What Bishop didn't realize was that Flash wasn't truly alone. Charlie controlled him remotely, knowing full well that Flash's abilities made him nearly untouchable. There wasn't much to fear when you were practically invincible.

"The captain is ready to see you," the taller alien announced.

The group entered a large chamber at the heart of the ship. In the center stood the captain—a blue-skinned alien whose face was covered in ridges and bumps. His appearance was unsettling, almost grotesque, like something out of a nightmare. In dim lighting, he could easily terrify anyone who wasn't prepared for the sight.

"Apologies for my subordinate's actions," the captain said, his voice deep and commanding. He waved his hand dismissively, signaling the two other aliens to step back. "I simply wanted to speak with you."

"Me?" Flash asked, his tone light and casual.

"Yes, you," the captain replied. "On behalf of my union, I wish to discuss matters with your planet."

Flash raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he leaned slightly to one side. "You've got the wrong guy," he said with a shrug. "I'm not a leader here. Just an ordinary guy who happens to be fast. If you want to talk to someone important, you'll need to contact Earth's actual leaders."

The captain shook his head, his expression unreadable. "If you mean the so-called world leaders, then no, we have no interest in speaking to them. We've observed Earth for some time and know they hold no true power. Your planet is governed by something much greater, and we believe you represent it."

Flash tilted his head, intrigued but cautious. "You've been watching us?" 

"For a long time," the captain said. "But your true leader has made themselves difficult to reach. We had no choice but to use this strategy to draw you out. If someone with greater authority would prefer to speak with us, we would be happy to wait. Otherwise…"

Flash held up a hand, cutting him off. "No need. I'll pass along your message. So, what is it you want to say?"