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POV: Carry
My eyes open slowly as I finally recover consciousness, or as much as my body allows me at the moment. I can feel a bruise on my side that is making me whine in a low voice. Everything is dark, and it smells like garbage around, still, I can’t move at all, or not yet at least. My speed healing does not seem to be kicking in, and I guess it kinda makes sense, after all you never expect to get hit by your own lightning or your own cryogenic powers. The last ones were never really mine, were they? But still… Being split from North has not only been hell on earth emotionally, my body it's been having a hard time adjusting and somehow hers seems to be managing just fine. Not only does it freaks me out, it… Scares me. I’m supposed to have our old body, she let me keep it for a reason and I’m starting to feel it might be because she knew we were falling sick. Maybe that’s why she let me go so easily and didn’t kill me, she expected life to make her work even more easy and painful for me than she ever could. When I think of all of this my heart starts to ache.
She’s my sister, she’s been my own consciousness as mush as I have been hers but now that we’re not together any longer I just feel fucking empty and I have no ideas what to do. That’s the reason why I’m currently laying on my back while the rain falls on my face. My heart, my ribs, every single metaphorical and no so metaphorical part of me is aching as I lay in this alley. I wonder if dad would think I'm pahtethic, knocking over a trash can when I arrived to the new period of time my sister seems to be in. North… North turned into South in some attempt to make herself believe she is bad, that she can be a villain… Maybe what scares me the most is that tonight with all these broken bones it is a possibility that she might make it.
I know she is my sister, I should be by her side, we’re all we have left, but I can’t. I will not stand by, watching her destroy so many lives for something we can’t control. We should be death to even begin with. Sometimes I wish we were, If we were we wouldn’t even be in this predicament to begin with. I sit up and look at my hand, I have a couple of broken fingers, but at least they still exist I suppose, our late brothers made sure of it. I wonder if they had lived if they would have gone south too… But there’s no time to wonder or losing myself in sweet little memories of a lost timeline. Not anymore.
I stand up feeling the speed healing finally kick in and I lay against the wall of the alley looking how the street is lit up. It’s twenty nineteen if I’m correct. I’ve never been in this time or timeline before… But apparently she has, she’s been living here for god knows how long. I’m at a severe disadvantage in this situation, but I have to believe it will be alright if I don’t want to go nuts. I have to find my father, I know what she said, it feels like I can still hear her voice on the back of my mind, but that doesn’t matter, I need help, as much as I can get. Only team flash can help me defeat my sister without putting her in harms way, even if harm is she herself. I know it is stupid to want that considering she almost killed me tonight, but that she didn’t gives me hope…
As I walk towards the exit of the hallway I can see somebody on the other building, it seems she’s been staring straight at me since I bumped here at least an hour ago. I would recognize the blue suit wherever I got, it used to be my color, now I guess it’s hers. I stare back for a moment before with a Flash the image of my sister disappears like the timeline we came from.
"I will get you back." I say in a promise, and I swear I could see the blue lighting come back for a second, but since it disappeared I guess it was just another of my broken dreams.