PROLOGUE
I stood on top of the concrete roof, of my work building. The wind chill was cold, sending chills down my body, so I pulled my jacket across my chest. I had called for Walter to meet me here, we needed to talk after our breakup. If I had to say why I broke up with him, I would always say it was not working between the two of us, but only I know what really happened, and that topic is not to be discussed.
There was a door on the other side of the roof, that led down the stairs and into my workplace. The door swung open causing a creaking sound, and out came Walter, styled hair and all. A frown came upon his face at the sight of me, but I had to keep strong. I couldn't just break down right in front of my ex-boyfriend, and beg for his help. Just keep strong, I kept telling myself, just keep strong. I had kept strong throughout our entire relationship, but why can't I do that now?
Walter took big strides toward me, his scrunched up face still intact, the brown eyes I fell in love with glaring. "What could you have possibly wanted now Katerina?" He questioned me, as I looked down at my black boots to avoid his face I used to know so well. "I just wanted to say,'' I started, still looking down, "that we are officially apart, and that I do not want to hear one word from you ever again." The wind blew again, but harder, and I kept the grip on my jacket like it was my life support. But instead of keeping calm, I looked up at him.
"You called me up here, just to say that we are apart?! I can take a fucking hint, Katerina!" Walter yelled, his face turning red. It was already red from the cold, but his anger for me only made the redness worse. "We apparently you can't according to the 162 missed calls and 43 voicemails left on my phone!" I retaliated.
We were close enough staring at each other that Walter could possibly pick me up, but instead, I screamed as he pushed me back. He wouldn't kill me, he couldn't. I was so close to the edge, just so close. I couldn't speak, my mouth had gone dry. He wouldn't risk killing me.
"You. Think. You. Can. Ignore. Me?" Walter screamed in my face, his breath filling up my senses, pushing me back once more. "You ignorant slut! Burn bitch, go burn in hell!" And that's all I heard as I was pushed off of the edge, free falling to the ground. As scary as it might have been for any one else, I didn't scream, didn't try to save myself: it was too late anyways. My death was my death, and as early as it came, I was ready to accept it.
I shut my eyes, not wanting to feel the second of my death, whenever that would come. My life passing before my eyes, the awkward moments, the great ones: but instead of that happening, the wind stopped, my body stopped, but my eyes stayed closed. Was I finally dead, Walter being my murderer? But, was I even alive?
I opened my eyes finally, coming to meet the eyes of another person, but with a red mask instead: I had seen him in the news articles, the lifesaver, the Flash. The man put me down on my feet, and I stumbled around, more confused than grateful that he saved my life. The Flash was definitely taller than me, because I had to look up to see the mask that barely covered his face.
I started to laugh, "I almost died, just... wow." I smiled at the man, no one knew his identity, but like I said, the mask barely covers his face. Green eyes, lips in a thin line, if I knew who he really was, would it really be that hard to figure out that hes the hero of the city?
He wasn't much of a talker, I assumed, or his voice was just giving away too much of who he was. I didn't care though, and in the moment, I didn't really care about anything. "But, thank you," I chuckled, "Thank you so much." I was a little shocked, by the happening, but grateful. If I had ended up dead, my body would be unrecognizable, with the.... splat and all.
The Flash ran off, leaving a red and yellow blur of light behind him. The wind blew my hair, making it even more of a mess, as I smiled. I promised myself one thing right then and there: I will find out who he really is.
I sat across from Felicity, talking about my encounter with the Flash. But I had to at least be suspicious that when I said the name, her eyes widened, and she flinched. "Thats.. weird," Felicity said, "He just.. saved you from Walter? Don't you think you should've called the cops on him?" Felicity was always the one to report suspicious things, she was desperate to stop bad things from happening.
I shrugged at her, "Walter would've won the case and I would be left looking like an idiot. But I know this is aside from the subject, but the Flashes mask barely covers his face!" It was true, in no time I could figure out who he was, and officially know the hero of the city. But wouldn't that only put me in more danger than I already am in?
Felicity nodded slowly, blonde hair moving with her body language, "I know, but please don't tell me your'e going all Iris West now." I laughed, "Common, Iris is famous, why would she spend her time on the Flash?'' Iris West was a famous model in Star City, but she was known for investigating things she didn't know about. She even investigated her boyfriend to find out if he was cheating, and he wasn't, making her look like a deer in headlights.
"But," Felicity stared at me taking a sip of her wine, "just please tell me you won't investigate The Flash. Please, Katerina, it could end up with you dead." I held up my pinky finger and smiled at her, crossing my toes inside of my shoes, "I pinky promise," I stated. I hated to lie to her, I only had lied a couple of times with her. But it was only so things could go my way before she tried to stop me.
Felicity smiled, and her red lipstick smeared a bit across her cheek, "Good," She told me, joining her pinky finger with mine. I only had one thought there in my apartment: I'm sorry Felicity, but I'm willing to risk it.
