Who: Adam/Flash
What: Memories Plot
Where: High School Field
Things to avoid: Nothing!
Flash circled the track a final time, the heat of summer cooling as the sun began to set and house lights across the field flickered on. He thought about how eager some people are to go home and how he'd never share that same kind of feeling. Home was an ironic word (even if he wasn't really sure what that meant) because it was unsafe, violent and broken. Out here in the field where he could run and run until his heart burst from his chest was his home. It was the real reason why he lost himself in sports. Why he hated those little nerds with loving parents who never thought to raise a hand to their children.
Fuck that. He thought, hearing Adam stir in the back of his head. He didn't mind the doctor much. He was shit with women, sure, but he wanted to save the world. Flash wanted to beat the shit out of any scumbag who reminded him of his father. That was the same thing, right?
Walking out onto the cool grass, Flash dropped to his knees and fell face down onto the field. He threaded his fingers through blades, pulled them from the earth and passed out.