In a Flash

It was 9:00 am when it all happened. I was sitting on my bed. I was deep in thought when my uncle came flying in.
“Uncle” I say with a bit of surprise in my voice. I haven't seen him in at least two years.
“You need to get out now.” He said I could hear the urgency in his voice and I did not argue.
I quickly grab my jacket, and follow him toward the door. He took something out of his pocket. It was a gun.
“Do you know how to use this?” Uncle demands
I remember my father's lessons of self defence.
“Yes, dad taught me” I Stammer.
I hear him say something like that's ironic. He shoves it in my hand, and slowly pulls me towards the stairs. I hear someone. It was a male’s voice. He was mostly mutter nonces I couldn’t make out. Uncle turns to me. The look in his eyes. They were a mixture of scared and determined..
“Amy you need to get out of here and fast.” He looked like he just said a inside joke. Even though we were in a life and death situation.
Before he could say any more a hand went right through him.. He went pale and crumbled to the ground. Gasping I fall beside him. I check his pulse. I look up to see who did it. I saw him. It was my father. At the same time it wasn’t my father. The man I was looking at was half human and half monster.
“Well hello darling.” He said with a smile of pear madness.
“Dad?” I choke
He grabs me and woosh I was flying. Everything seemed to be a blur. I was standing in what looked like central city, but every thing seemed to be just a little off. Like when you look at one of those pictures the lips are blue, and the eyes are red.
“If you want to go home you must kill the flash” He snarled
“The flash is dead” I stammer
“Not are flash, the flash that lives on this earth” My father said
“How can I stop the flash” I said gaining confidence
Without answering he grabs my hand and flips it. He stuck a needle in my wrist. My heart beats in my chest. My breath becomes shallow.
“Wa...what did you do to me” I choke
“Run” He smiles “just run.”
Then I remember the gun Uncle had given me. Taking it out I shoot at him. In a blur he deflects them somehow. I turn and sprinted, but something was different. I wasn’t just running I was flying. Then I hit something hard. I crumble to the ground. Blackness

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