Flash vs. Quicksilver
Comic book, video game and other hero and villian fan fiction. Superheroes fight, fan fiction, comic book fan fiction."Faster than Light" written by Jeff McCloskey

Flash was running from rooftop to rooftop, making sure that all was well in his area of the city. Superman had given him the order to do this and was starting to get a little pushy with these orders. He had especially been tweaked since they had found Green Lantern dead from a sword wound. Flash was able to patrol his part several times over thoroughly in the time it took everyone else, including Superman, to check once.

"Why do we call it the Justice League if he makes all of the decisions?" Flash asked himself. "Why don't we just call ourselves the Super Slaves...?"

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Flash looked down after saying this, and, to his amazement, he saw something only he could see. There was a kid with a sack full of stolen cash from the bank below and the kid was moving fast. Not like an Olympic runner type of fast, but like a slow version of the Flash type of fast.

Flash ran up after the kid and, in a few hundredths of a second, he caught up to him, sticking his foot out and tripping him to the ground. The kid got to his feet in a blur and noticed that his bag of cash was in the hands of some kind of super sixties looking loser.

"What's the big idea!?" The fast mouth kid yelled, his voice echoing in the empty street.

"Looks like a lot of cash for a kid like you to be carrying. What did you plan on using it for, Junior?" The Flash smiled as he looked down at the sack that was now in his hand.

"Just to let you know, it's none of your business, and my name is Quicksilver," the young mutant revealed. "And who are you. Rapid red, fast foot, tipsy toes?"

"He he...clever, smart-mouth. I am the most valuable asset to the Justice League, well behind Superman...and Batman...and then there's...umm, name's The Flash."

"Simple, but hey. Maybe it just works for old timers... I don't know. Well anyway...I won't tell anyone about that embarrassing name if you just hand over that bag. If you don't do that, then I guess I'm gonna have to hurtcha," Quicksilver smiled and looked down at the bag.

"If you think you're fast enough to do it, you can go ahead and try," the Flash challenged.

Quicksilver made a lunge for the bag, but the Flash was way too quick for such an impulsive move. He grabbed Quicksilver's arm and pulled him towards the ground. Then Quicksilver's face met Flash's knee and a quick cracking sound followed soon after. Quicksilver fell back on the ground and quickly grabbed his nose, blood gushing from the nostrils.

"Don't play with fire, kid. I'm way too fast for you." The Flash had his usual grin across his face.

"Why'd you have to go and do that!?" Quicksilver's voice was muffled underneath his bloody hands, which were covering his bloody nose. He got to his feet and wiped his hands on his pants, trying to get it all off.

"Well, maybe 'cause you needed it. Psh! Thinking yer faster than me. You're not even as fast as Superman," Flash started to walk away, intending to take the bank cash back where it belonged. Then, anticipating that the arrogant kid would try to stop him again, Flash turned around. He didn't defend himself at his full speed however, so he was caught by Quicksilver's fist in the stomach, jaw, cheek bone, and nose. In the next second, Flash took about ten punches. Luckily enough for the Flash, this kid had to sacrifice way too much of his power for his speed when he went all out.

Flash dropped the bag of money on the ground and started to fight back, only half serious, though. He struck his opponent in his face and stomach about forty times in the next second or two. The biggest exception with Flash's punches, which Quicksilver learned quickly, were just as strong as if he pulled back with all of his strength and let loose because of how much faster the Flash could move. Flash stopped, realizing that he had even then went a little too far. Quicksilver lay on the ground in a bloody mess. He was still breathing, but he would need some medical attention.

"I don't want you to die, kid. I know where you can get some help for ya," Flash put Quicksilver over his shoulder and picked up the bag of cash. He ran as fast as he could to the Justice League Headquarters, whose whereabouts will not be revealed to you. He dropped the money off at the bank, which people began to say appeared from out of the wind.

When Quicksilver awoke he was strapped to a metal table, with metal clamps over his hands and feet. He had a few I.V.s in him and a couple of suction cups on his chest and stomach hooked up to all of these machines. He looked around to see all sorts of medical equipment in the room, and too him, it looked like a really advanced hospital room. Even his dad didn't have this kind of stuff available to him. Quicksilver then looked at his right hand, which was held by a metal clamp that was only half shut.

"I can get out of here..." he thought to himself.

Winner: The Flash


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