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DC: God of Momentum

“This show is stupid. Why is he using his powers without using his brain?” Who would have thought that one moment, I went from being an overweight garbage man from the Bronx and in the next, I was given the opportunity of a lifetime. ‘Was it a portal that brought me here? Was it coincidence?Was it destiny?’ Our main character gets teleported to an entirely different universe from his own, but a universe that is entirely familiar to him. The world of The Flash. ‘Since this is the DC Universe… is it possible for me to visit different aspects of the multiverse?’ The Arrowverse, The Injusticeverse, Earth 1 universe. The possibilities are endless for our new main character, Omen. Join him on his journey.

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"HAHAHAHA!" I chuckled in ecstasy, but as I did, I flinched slightly.

I could hear my vocal cords vibrating at a frequency too quickly as if they were spasming causing my voice to sound like pubescent Darth Vader.

'Woah… That was weird… but this is great!'

I'd never felt anything like the sensation I was feeling in my entire life.

With the massive amount of kinetic energy I was formulating, signs of voltages could be seen sparkling around me that would have confused spectators into things I ran into a cloud of glitter.

As I ran more ferociously, the previous glitter recast into white lightning bolts with mysterious black accents. The sight excited me more as I could instinctively feel that oil was just under the surface in my excavation assignment.

With every stride onwards, I began to understand a fraction of just how shrouded and limited the vision of humanity was. The untouched potential contained within my genes screamed at me, telling me to shed the Homosapien shell that constricted me for my entire life and to become more.

Running felt meditative. It felt comforting. It felt filling.

It was through running that I understood that the evolutionary path I was heading down was foreign. It was through running that I was finally learning how to walk. It was through running that I could finally understand what it was to be alive.

My sense of time became lucid while simultaneously, my presence had never been more prevalent.

Looking over at the scientist in the observation room, I could see them moving their lips at a snail's pace as if trying to convey words to me, but I was too drunk off of my own power.

Clenching my fist, I felt like I had enough strength to move mountains with my bare hand. Taking a deep breath, I felt as if I could blow away cities.

Stomping on the ground, I felt like I could cause the tectonic plates to shift.

I could feel the Speed Force itself wrapping around all of my bones, providing me with the security of a mother's embrace. I could feel the Speed Force healing my mind of any doubts about failure. I could feel the speed force mending my shattered heart, giving me purpose. That purpose was to continuously master it. That purpose was to continue to synchronize with it. That purpose was to become completely indistinguishable from it. I could tell subconsciously that I was far from the fated day where that event would happen, but I knew deep in my heart that if I rehearsed the melodic melody it sang, the day that we would become one permanently would arrive sooner rather than later.

As I formed my resolve, I finally started to sober… but as I began to slow down, the treadmill underneath me started to glow with a blinding orange and blue light.

'Oh fuck.' I had overdone it. I was moving so fast that the treadmill was starting to go critical.

Before I could think of anything-

"*BOOM*"

An intense explosion was being created under my feet.

While my perception was sped up, I watched in slow motion as a fiery explosion ignited right under my feet at insane temperatures that I reluctantly watched melt and eat away at the fabric of my Speed Suit. The running deck lifted me into the air like a trampoline as I continued to observe the detonation process. Pieces of molten shrapnel flung every which way which unfortunately included my own. I agonizingly experienced chunks of metal and debris puncturing a strange white and black electrical barrier, ravaging their way through my skin causing inconceivable amounts of pain.

I watched as the flesh and muscles in my calves were torn through from one side to another creating massive exit wounds that stretched out my skin like bubble gum. I felt half-melted screws being lodged into my rib cage, while I felt molten plastic slather my thighs. I could feel my forearms and nose breaking from the sheer force that the explosion exerted while I was being launched towards the ceiling. All of this happened at the same rate that a film student slows down a movie in order to capture all details that a scene contains.

"AHh-"

Before I could finish screaming in agony, my back smashed into the roof knocking the air out of my lungs. Before I could attempt to breathe, my head smashed into the roof following the rest of my body. Then… the lights went out.

***

"*ring*"

"Ughh. My head." I mumbled slowly getting up.

"What the hell…happened." When I opened my eyes, I realized that I had woken up in the same bed and in the same room that I had been in just a few hours ago. This time, instead of a gown, I had on a S.T.A.R Labs sweatsuit.

'Oh… That's great. More people got to see me butt naked.' I sighed internally.

Holding the back of my head in pain, I looked to Cisco who was on his phone sitting in a reclining chair.

"Hey. That was something." I chuckled embarrassedly.

"Ah. Rise and shine, princess."

He stated while looking to be tapping away at a mobile game of some sort.

To his words, I gave a short scowl which caused him to smile as he glanced up at me.

"Kidding… Kidding. I was just joshing ya." He put his hand up defensively.

Shaking my head, I asked, "How long was I out for?"

Putting his phone down, he looked at his watch and replied,

"It's been about… a full day now; give or take a few hours."

"What happened?"

"If you were normal, you would have died, but luckily for you, you're not like the rest of us mortals." Rolling his seat next to my bed, he pulled out a futurist phone that he expanded to the size of a table by stretching.

"So… Here's the rundown of what happened yesterday. After we screamed at you repeatedly, telling you to stop running, you made my treadmill go "kaboom"." He gestured with his arms.

"Ah… Sorry. It was kinda hard to hear you when your lips were moving so slow."

I meant my words sincerely.

"It's good. You know… It's not like I'm going to cry about it… not for the 5th time, anyway."He whipped fictional tears from his eyes.

"You good man?"

"Oh, I'm good. It's just, ya know it's real dusty in here and all.

"I'm very very sorry, Cisco."

This time, my apology was snide.

"You're good. Moving on though, after the explosion, you were beat up pretty bad. Caitlin and a few others had to remove all the debris from your body which was a surgery that took a total of 2 hours."

"2 hours? I remember being pretty banged up. Why did it only take 2?"

"If you were normal, it would have taken an easy 18, but due to your unique metabolic rate, the rate at which the cascade of healing occurs within you is accelerated leaps and bounds compared to your normal average Joe. A bone might take me a few months to heal but for you, it would take a couple of hours, and I can't lie, I'm a bit jealous."

"Oh… that's… neat," I said while I took a glance at all the places I had previously been injured and realized, I was completely fine. No aches, no pains, not even a scar. I was in mint condition and maintained the action figure aesthetic the Speed Force granted me.

"I'll say. I'm not gonna lie, when I first saw your mangled body, I wanted to hurl, but lo and behold, 2 hours later and you're all dandy. The doctors who were working on you almost shit themselves once they saw that the moment they moved fragments of metal from your abdomen, your heart and lungs started to mend themselves."

"What did you do to… ya know, get them to not tell the world I have super powers."

With a stoic face, Cisco said bluntly, "We Men In Blacked them."

I couldn't help but drop my jaw to the floor at his revelation.

"You guys have a device that wipes memories?"

"..." I could see the corners of his mouth starting to curl.

"You're screwing with me…"

"Yep."

"Dick."

"That's me. Haha. But no. People around the world know how advanced S.T.A.R Labs is, so when the other doctors came, we just told them that we were working on a prototype healing agent that has a 50% chance of giving the patient cancer."

"Wait, that worked?"

"Sure did. I mean, It wouldn't be out of the realm of disbelief. I mean, technical, you and Barry are creations of us. They just took our words at face value."

"That makes sense."

"Yep. That's the general gist of how things went down. If you wanna know more about how your body works, Caitlin can give you a more detailed analysis considering that's her field of expertise. I'm just the tech guy/babysitter."

"Well, it's not like you have a girl you can go to the movies with."

For a moment, he looked confused then realized the meaning behind my words.

"That's a low blow… you don't think that was a little much?" He said while cupping his heart.

"Just a smidge too far… my bad. Anyway, what were the results of yesterday?"

"The results? I'm glad you asked, my friend." He grinned while scrolling through the tablet's interface.

"Look here." He displayed a whole bunch of confusing squiggles.

"I know this all looks like a whole bunch of random lines and graphs to you, but allow me to break it down for you."

"*tap-tap-tap*"

"The suit I gave you yesterday was porous as you know. That purpose exactly was to record all the data related to your biometrics. That data is right here in the palm of my hands."

"Here, it says that the ECG recorded your heart pumping at an average of 7,400 pumps per minute. 37 times faster than your average meth head."

"Ha." I chuckled.

"Now here, the speedometer recorded you moving at an astronomical speed of 719.5 knots, the equivalent of 828 miles per hour. That makes you 3.3 times faster than a Formula 1 car and 1.3 times faster than the fastest commercial aircraft! You're almost as fast as Barry."

For a moment, I just sat dazed and amazed at my achievements, but the last words that came from his mouth stuck to my frontal lobe.

"Almost? What do you mean almost? Didn't you say yesterday that Barry was barely reaching the sound barrier?"

Nodding, he retorted.

"I did… but yesterday he managed to catch a bullet mid air which proves that he's gotten even quicker."

"How fast is a bullet for reference?"

"Bullets, depending on their caliber, range anywhere from 1,500 knots to 1,700."

"In freedom units, please?"

"1,726 to 1,956 miles per hour."

"..."

For a minute, I was in a state of astonishment.

"Yeah. I know, right?"

"Now, the rest of these scans show things that wouldn't be interesting to you, things like blood pressure and blood sugar levels, so I'll just skip all of that. What I will get to is the final part of change within you. To be specific, the comparison of your body form when you got hit to now."

"You'd have to be blind and stupid not to realize it, but you have lost an extraordinary amount of weight due to your metabolism. You were previously barely 6 foot and 334.12 pounds of… for lack of a better word, fat."

"Ouch…"

I uttered flinching.

"I mean… I don't know how else to put it. Objectively, you were overweight. I don't know what else to tell ya."

His words were blunt but truthful.

"Nah. You're right, but words hurt."

I smiled, letting him know I wasn't offended.

"Words are only harmful when they come from me, huh?" He stated vindictively.

I could only shrug my shoulders in turn.

"Worry not my friend. Why, because that's you of the past!"

He expressed while waving his hand like a music conductor.

"Due to the bolt that hit you, your metabolic rate has leaped over the threshold of peak level Olympic athletes and well in the realm of Syfy. The lightning didn't just cause you to gain muscles, but it mutated you putting your body in a state of Myostatin-related muscle hypertrophy. It also made you taller by 4 inches."

"Wow! I got taller. Not only that but the other thing too! That's unreal… I can't believe it. That's incredible!" Putting my hand to my mouth, I expressed my exaggerated immense disbelief.

"..."

"..."

"You have no idea what Myostatin-related muscle hypertrophy means do you?"

"Not a clue."

"Okay, let me break it down to you… It's a condition that less than 2% of the population has. It means you muscle big. No try. Me normal. Me no muscle big. But me try 3 day out of week."

Flexing his arms in a language that I understood, I gave a slight bow.

"Ah. Me get it. Me arms big. You arms little. I see. Cisco smart brain man. But if Cisco smart, Why he no get lighting big kaboomboom?"

"Haha. Alright… If I find a bolt, I'll be sure to grab it. Since we're all done with that and you're caught up, I have to ask you a question."

"Well, go ahead. I'll try to be as open as I can be." I welcomed.

"You mentioned the girl I was talking to."

"Yeah. I did."

"That got me thinking. I came here a lot over the past year. I would vent my issues out because I don't really have that many friends outside of work. Also, being Hispanic, we don't really believe in mental health so I probably really let loose on a lot of stuff… but coming in here to talk to you and Barry was like my therapy. It took a lot of stress off my back. I'm curious, how much did you hear?" He emphasized the last part referring to my coma.

"While I had been mentally coherent at times, other times it was like I was sleeping within sleep. I probably missed out on a lot of what you had to say, but at times when I was capable of hearing and processing what was said. Sometimes, I would be caught up in the middle of your nerd talks with Caitlin and other people while other times, I would hear you vent about your day. Sometimes, I heard you talk about your brother sometimes and other times I would hear you tell tales about the gang you used to be a part of. It was kinda wholesome hearing about how a lot of them changed for the better but it was also suppressing to see somebody like you coming from that background."

For a minute, Cisco had a complex expression, but then he switched it to a smile. I didn't know what was going through his mind, but I could have only assumed he felt a little bit awkward about having someone listening to him without his knowledge even though he put himself in the predicament. But even so, it felt good to be heard.

"... Damn. What's that last part supposed to mean?" Cisco asked.

"Uh… I mean, you have a Star Wars graphic T on sooooo…"

"I'm just messing with you. I wear the title of a nerd like a badge. I was never really able to do it as a kid or a teen due to the place I grew up, so now I double down on it."

"That's respectable. I feel the same way."

"You know a lot about Star Wars?"

He asked with a smirk.

"Do I? That's not even a question."

"Well-well. It's about time that I learn something about you. Favorite Sith, right now, Go."

"Darth Nihilus." I answered his question without skipping a beat.

"Ooooooh Snap! Okay. I see you have… you have good taste. Good taste. The force parasite himself."

"Don't leave me hanging. Whose yours?"

"Darth Traya."

"The teacher to Revan and Sion?"

"You goddamn right. Looks like you do know what you're talking about."

"You have no idea. I used to hide Star Wars comics like porno mags in my house. My friend group would not let me hear the end of it if they caught me with any paraphernalia."

I retorted.

"Haha. I felt that."

"Yeah."

"Well, you still owe me more about your backstory. But right now, you probably got other things to do, right?" He said getting up to get back to work.

"Wait… I'm free to leave?"

"Yeah, bud. You're not our prisoner. Plus I need time to make your suit. Under Dr. Wells' request."

"A suit?"

"Yeah. One just like Barry's."

"You don't have to do that. I think I have connections to get one."

"Connections? You have someone who's able to give you a friction proof suit?"

"Yeah. I know a guy."

"Well… If you insist. I still got other things to do though."

He stated.

"No problem, I see myself out. Oh, before I go, can you give me some contact info?"

"Oh yeah, sure. Here's Caitlin, mine, and Wells' business cards."

"Thanks. I'll contact you soon."

With a smile, I got up out of my bed and got to my feet.

As if time had been slowed, Cisco slowed just like he did when I was on the treadmill. Not only that, but I perceived the blanket that was previously on top of me falling in slow motion.

'I'll probably never get used to this.'

I smiled, then, I blasted my way out of the lab.

***

Running out of S.T.A.R Labs I finally got my first view of Central City.

'For my first time outside, it's pretty nice.' As I stood by the entrance, I could see pedestrians walking by minding their own business, and busy streets with slight traffic.

The streets themselves looked surprisingly clean. I couldn't see a single piece of litter in sight nor could I see a rabid dog-sized rat roaming around with a chicken wing in its mouth. It was so different from New York. The comparison was night and day except for the fact that Central city had the same amount of skyscrapers.

'Time to take my first steps.' I thought. As I did, my perception slowed everything around me while I got into a running stance.

'Here we go.'

"*KRAKAKOOM*"

Creating an immense sonic boom, I launched myself forward dodging anyone or thing in my way.

"*boom-boom-boom-boom*"

"*honk-honk-honk*"

"Ahhhh!!!" The screams of many civilians echoed in my ears as I ran forward which caused me to stop.

"Uh oh...That's not good."

Stopping mid-run, I realized that the external energy that I naturally exuded was shattering every car window I had run past for the past five blocks causing minor cuts to innocents.

"It's in my eye!"

"What was that?"

"Is a hurricane happening?"

"Someone call an ambulance."

People started to panic while I stood still looking like an idiot.

'Yeah… I'm gonna walk for the next few blocks until I can contain this energy within me.' I then looked to my left and realized that S.T.A.R Labs had an Ocean view.

The ocean was the perfect place for me to practice my abilities and was free of people.

'I probably should walk there though.' I thought as I witnessed panicking people running away from the natural disaster known as Omen.

I felt bad. It wasn't like I could say sorry for running past them. That was basically screaming to the world that I had superpowers.

Taking a walk of shame back to S.T.A.R Labs, I jumped over the barricade that divided the ocean and the city and fell into the water.

"Holy shit this is cold!"

It was to be expected. It was about 11 am in the middle of winter. It was to be expected.

As I got a grip and steeled my mind, I then moved my legs as fast as I could under the water which created enough friction to slowly start to boil the area around me. Not only that, but as I trod the water, I was pushing myself up more and more as if levitating. Once I arrived at the top of the water, that was when I Bolted forward without warning once more. "*KRAKAKOOM*"

As if stepping on concrete my footsteps sustained their level of integrity allowing me to run like normal, but as I do, looking at my trail, I noticed I was causing massive waves for the excess force I was exerting. I could feel myself giving off the energy as well.

'Try to keep it contained within the body.' Motivating myself, I tried as hard as I could to contain the leakage of energy… But the more I tried to contain the power, the more destructive the energy I exerted would become.

The waves that I caused would only increase in ferocity. Not only that, but the water under my feet became electrified, causing the death of many fish underneath me.

'Shit. What is it that I'm missing? It's like I'm fighting an uphill battle.'

To not cause any further destruction, I ran further out into the ocean for what felt like hundreds of miles. Then, I began to experiment in a designated perimeter large enough for me to move freely and desolate enough for me not to cause panic among the masses.

'In order to control this, I need to recognize what the Speed Force is.' For a moment, I stopped running and just floated in the water. I wasn't worried about freezing in the pacific any longer. I had gotten used to the temperature of the water. Although my clothes would be soaked, I could just run fast to dry myself off.

Now was the time to relax and analyze, so diving into my comic book knowledge, I began to drift into my subconscious.

'Alright, Omen. Think. The Speed Force is an energy field that grants all speedsters their power. Because I've become the one to create it essentially, now is the time to get an understanding for it.' I tried to feel for every alien sensation in my body until I locked on to essentially another bloodstream flowing through me.

'This feeling… this is it right here. Yeah. Definitely.' Before I even realized it, as I latched on to the feeling, the water surrounding me was vibrating vigorously as if it was about to combust.

'The Speed Force is a cosmic force based around velocity and movement. In essence, it's tapping into the concept of momentum itself… The problem that I'm running into is that there's too much momentum being built around me.' If I didn't get the hang of my powers, I would put people's lives in jeopardy potentially in the future.

'But the momentum doesn't affect my body itself because I have the Speed Force's aura protection. Subconsciously, I'm able to extend this air to people I hold on to making them immune to the G-forces of my speed… but what if I'm able to extend this air to not only people, but my surroundings… Wait, that's it! I had been too focused on not destroying things that I had restricted my air from expanding in turn ravaging my surroundings… instead of doing less, I need to project more.'

'In theory, I could stretch my aura so that the G forces acted more according to my will.'

I thought in excitement.

As the realization of expanding my aura hit me, I began to experiment.

Getting up, I began to run once more. This time, I would exert my energy instead of keeping it internal.

"*KRAKAKOOM*"

Almost instantly, my clothes were dry while my clarity was before me.

I ran. I ran and I ran, but as I did, I kept the image of warm Speed Force waves pulsating off of me. I imagined that as I ran, I was planting seeds of Speed Force in order to keep the water underneath stable.

The process was as if my consciousness was blending into nature itself.

Turning my head as I ran, I realized, the waves that I had been creating before were nowhere to be seen. The violent energy that was bleeding off of me had now transformed into peaceful unity. The ocean behind me barely moved compared to the state of chaos it was in before.

"Let's fucking go!" I screamed while throwing my hands in the air.

I didn't stop there though. I had more testing to do.

'Now it's time to make a tornado.'

Running in the formation of a large circle, I began to retract the Speed Force once more so that I could inflict disaster.

"*Wosh-wosh-wosh*"

As I ran in circles, water droplets bounced off of my body not even getting the chance to leak into my clothes. I was moving so fast that I could see the lightning trail that followed me.

'This isn't fast enough.' With my speed, I could only create a small water ring, but my goal was to create a cyclone.

'I gotta be quicker.'

"*Wosh-wosh-wosh*"

Kicking it into top gear, my feet began to move quicker while my arms began to pump tirelessly.

"*Wosh-wosh-wosh*"

'Faster.'

"*Wosh-wosh-wosh-wosh*"

'Faster.'

My efforts started to show their worth. The cyclone started to increase more in size and was now at my height, but I was still not satisfied.

"*Wosh-wosh-wosh-wosh-wosh*"

Like a chain effect, the vortex started to greedily consume the water around due to my air currents.

Soon, it was twice my size, next, triple.

Then, after only 1 minute of running, a water tornado the width of a basketball court gained life and was now the height of the Empire State Building.

"*Wosh-wosh-wosh*"

It roared as if a newborn dragon had just been hatched from an egg.

Soon, not only was the water affected, the sky, as well as gray clouds, started to combine together increasing the atmospheric pressure.

"*boom* *boom*"

Running away a few miles, I floated in the water watching my beautiful monstrous creation.

"Ha.hahah! I did it."

Waves that would have very well become tsunamis started to manifest, making their way in all directions.

What I had just done had put the entire pacific coastline in jeopardy.

'Yep… I definitely over did it… welp, time to fix it.'

Initially, the task of stopping the pseudo tsunamis appeared to be a lot more difficult than creating them, but with my Speed, I would run so fast that I created a counter for each one effectively nullifying each. Afterward, I crashed through the cyclone that I created and ran in reverse of what I had originally done. After about 30 minutes, I had canceled the watery apocalypse.

'That was crazy… but it was cool as hell.' I thought. It was as if I created a CG movie scene.

I could say wholeheartedly that I was proud of my accomplishments today.

Running back to shore, I caught my breath for a few minutes before effectively running through the city, this time, not affecting my surroundings. I needed to understand the geography of where I was.

******

Four people sat staring at a singular monitor.

"I thought you said he was a stand up guy, Cisco. What is he doing heading to the ocean now?" Asked a man in a red suit. This, of course, was none other than Barry Allen.

"I don't know. All I know is that he probably didn't intend to hurt those people." Cisco stated, vouching for his new friend.

"How do you know his intentions? You know nothing about him. Realistically, you've only conversed with him for a day." Caitlin remarked coldly.

"No. I know he wouldn't just go crazy out of nowhere. Dr. Wells, there has to be a reasonable explanation, right?"

Wells kept silent. He stared at the monitor that was capturing video from one of S.T.A.R Labs' advanced satellites.

Everyone watched as Omen ran a few hundred miles off the coast of Central City with various different feelings harbored for the mystery man.

They then watched as the man all of a sudden stopped and floated. Then, all of a sudden, the man started running once more.

"Wait… do you see that?" Cisco asked.

Barry and Caitlin watched the live video with confused looks but Wells only nodded.

"What are we supposed to be seeing exactly?" Caitlin asked while Barry tried to figure out what was going on.

"I can't rewind it, but earlier, when he ran, the path he created was blowing everything up. It was like little bombs were being set off with every footstep he took… but now, if you look closely, he's more in control now."

With Cisco's words, he nodded.

"Wait, so you mean to tell me that…"

Before Barry could ask, Wells, interrupted.

"He's training."

Wells' eyes didn't leave the monitor once and stayed concentrated on the peculiar anomaly before him.

"Wait… so are you saying that he was blowing everything up because he didn't know how to control his speed?" Barry asked.

"I told you. He was a decent guy."

Cisco feeling validated smirked.

"Wait… what's he doing now?"

Caitlin asked as she watched Omen run around in a circle.

Her words drawing all of their attention, they became studious once more.

Moments passed, then they realized what was going on.

"He's creating a water spout… but at the speed he's moving, he's creating A cyclone as well."

"What?!"

Three of them were in disbelief while Wells stayed composed as usual.

"How is that even possible?" Barry asked.

"Uh… guys. I may have been wrong about him. If he keeps at it, he's going to start creating tsunamis!" Cisco was now panicked along with Barry and Caitlin.

"I-I need to go stop him." Barry was about to stop the mysterious man but was halted by Wells.

"Think before you make a rash decision. If his goal was to destroy Central City, why would he have gone where he was certain that there would be no other people in his vicinity."

"I get what you're saying, but if this is training, it's getting too dangerous. If those waves get here, everyone in the city will suffer. All of our lives will be in jeopardy." Barry insisted.

"Barry. Sit down, and watch. If the situation gets dire, then I will fully support your actions. Until then, watch the damn screen." At Wells' words, everyone remained silent.

The water sprout continued to grow in size which made Barry want to intervene, but Wells only shook his head at the hero.

For minutes they watched the colossal event… but then, unbelievably, Omen had managed to turn the tables back into his control. All waves were settled and the water spout and cyclone were now nonexistent.

"He… he actually managed to stop all of it."

Cisco uttered under his breath.

"That's… insane.

Caitlin whispered.

For a moment, Barry had an abundance of emotions that entered his headspace. He thought himself crude for assuming the worst in a person. He thought himself impulsive for going in and fighting a person without even considering his physical health. Finally, he found himself to be slightly envious of Omen.

He had his powers for a longer period and was even able to catch bullets mid-flight, and yet, he had doubt in his mind that he would be able to recreate the scene that had just played before him.

'I need to get faster.'

The spark of competition was being ignited underneath his feet without him even realizing it.

"Looks like I need to have another conversation with our dear friend. More questions have suddenly manifested after his display." Wells stated unable to hide the joy and intrigue he was feeling internally.

"Yeah… me too." Cisco stated.

Although they both wanted to talk with Omen, their intentions couldn't be any different.

******

Sitting in an empty alley behind a smoke shop, I tried my hardest to concentrate.

'I know he was able to make it through the Speed Force. It said that if I had just concentrated, I could do it.'

Currently, my hand was vibrating at speeds that the human eye could barely capture. The reason being was that I was focusing on activating more of my untapped powers. The one in particular that I was focused on was creating a suit made from the Speed Force. It was something I had seen Wally West do in the past, but it was something I was trying to accomplish now.

"*sigh*"

'Just, imagine the costume you want… just imagine what you drew as a teen.'

Attempting to tap into the inner peace I found while running, I began to clear my mind, feeling for the very energy that flowed throughout the universe.

"*sigh*"

Taking a deep breath, I slowly felt a tingling sensation encroaching upon my hand. When I opened my eyes, I noticed a black ball of lightning in the center of my palm, molding itself around my palm like a glove.

'It's working!' I thought.

As I concentrated, slowly but surely, my fingers turned completely void pitched. Following my fingers, my palm. Then, all the way up to my wrist. Unfortunately, the process stopped right there.

With my free hand, I felt the black one and noticed that I had actually been able to create my own fabric from the Speed Force.

"Yes! I did it."

'That's another accomplishment down in the books.'

I knew that it might have taken me a bit to make an entire costume, but I was ready to commit. Squeezing down with my right hand, the Speed Force glove disappeared leaving my hand bare once more.

"Aye… Beanstalk." Looking up, I saw three people with ski masks and buddies making their way toward me.

"That's me… What do you three want."

I asked impatiently.

"Everything you have. Run those pockets."

The thug in the middle who I was two heads taller than demanded.

"Suck my dick."

I spat a loogie that ended up landing on his shoes.

"Oh. So you wanna be disrespectful?"

"That's crazy. I think he does."

Stated his taller Black sidekick.

Then at the same time, all three of them pulled out 9mm pistols.

"Y'all gonna shoot me?" I asked with a smile.

"You think because you're big, you don't have to be scared of anything? Guess what. I ain't ever seen anybody fight a gun."

This time, it was the white sidekick on the left who took the lead.

"That's cute,"

I mumble.

"The fuck you say, bitch? Do you not realize that we will really kill you? All we wanted was money, but keep talking shit and we'll take your life too, S.T.A.R Labs boy." the middle eastern looking leader said.

"Damn. You can read?"

My words obviously insured anger in him as I watched him cock his gun.

"I see you like my hoodie, huh?"

"Yeah. I do. I want it too. Take it off. Your shoes too. You're about to be walking around here looking like a bum."

'Now am I fast enough to outrun a bullet?'

For a moment, I thought to myself about the ramifications of being shot, then I decided it was a dumb idea to take such a big risk, even though after my brief training, I did feel faster.

"I'm not gonna be stupid," I mumbled. This misconstrued my words as they started to confidently approach me, but I didn't care.

In an instant, it was as if time froze for them, but for me, I was able to move just fine. Black and white lightning pulsated off of my body as I stood still for a moment thinking about my next move.

'I don't have any money or an ID. But I probably don't look enough like the dude on the right to get anywhere… Eh. I'll just rob them for all they have real quick and move on with my day.' I thought.

"*KRAKAKAKOOM*"

It felt satisfying every time I heard the delightful sound of me breaking the sound barrier which filled me with joy.

Running up to the thugs at supersonic speed, I snatched each of their guns and tossed them into the nearby lake at Central City park, and made my way back.

Then, I began to strip each thug of all their clothes, making sure to take their wallets and also threw their clothes into the lake.

Unfortunately for them, I had also taken their car keys and threw them as far as I could, so they would be butt naked taking the walk of shame. Finally, because my speed was dangerous when interacting with humans, I made sure to gently tap all three of their heads together which I was sure would knock them out.

Once finished, I slowed my perception to a sloth's pace, which was just the ad rage cognitive speed of a human.

"*smack*"

I could hear the sound of all three of their heads smacking together as they fell to the ground.

"Awe… Look at you guys. You're sleeping like babies."

I teased. Then, I used one of the phones I stole and called 911 on them for public indecency.

'Hmm. I'm really in the mood for pizza.' I thought.