1: Loving Father, Husband & Friend

T U N E S  O F  T H E  famous Amazing Grace  swayed along with the sombreness of the vicinity as the trumpets blew to the wind.

Six men, soldiers, dressed in black, carried a casket with white gloved hands, walking at a slow pace as a twenty-one gun salute was held.

Large cannons emitted their contents at the heart of the city, with thousands of people walking behind the casket until it was lowered to the concrete six foot hole below.

Far out in the city, thousands of fans had laid out flowers arranged in a way that they formed one large lightning bolt on the ground.

The casket was black and sleek, reflecting the dark sky up above which was blanketed with clouds that threatened to release their bowels down on the forsaken city.

It was lowered down with conveyer belt bindings as the large blue lightning bolt emblem representing the greatest hero the world had ever known sparkled in contrast to the black of the casket.

The entire city was in tears, following the sapphire speedster's death after it was confirmed by papparazo who had been hungry for a story that same ill-fated day when he stumbled upon the Blue Streak battling it out with another dangerous being that way thought to be the cause of his death.

Everything had happened so fast but he had managed to catch sight of the Blue Streak exploding into nothing and destroying whatever he a as fighting together with him.

The footage went viral in a matter of seconds and a week later, the millitary had decided to give him a send-off for all the work he had done for the city, which was something Carol had to differ with.

'They were burying him like a soldier. He was more than that, ' so Carol had said after having been the last person to have seen him alive.

Still having this thought in her mind, Carol had decided to attend the Blue Streak Memorial where they were probably laying down an empty coffin.

In Brookhaven, around the same time, Nicolas Johnson or a part of him, was being laid down in a mahogany made casket, right next to Jenna Austin-Johnson's father's grave; Timothy.

Jenna stood closest to the grave, her eyes glazed from crying the previous night before the funeral. She held her cool throughout the entire event, holding her daughter in front of her who understood that her father was gone and was not coming back any time soon.

She (Jenna) was in a black short dress and her hair flowed with the wind of that cold morning. She approached the grave with the coffin lying inside it and grabbed a mound of red soil between her fingers. Natasha watched her mother and did the same.

They both cast the soil onto the coffin and Jenna felt her eyes begin to water as she remembered that day, a week earlier, just moments after he had appeared to her in that bizarre moment when  he had come to ask for her help and she had told him what to do.

All that time, Jenna had wanted her husband to become the hero the city had always known despite his answer.

Well, he did. Because of her, so Jenna had kept telling herself, torturing herself with the guilt of being responsible for her husband's death.

If only she hadn't pressured him to do so. Maybe he could still be alive...

She fought back her tears, refusing to give in to cry as she recalled how Carol had appeared at her house that night and Jenna saw what was in her hands. A piece of charred cloth with a lightning bolt emblem barely visible, which she immediately recognized and all her strength drained from her as she went to her knees next to Carol who fell by her side.

Jenna had been given a moment to give remarks about her husband by the Reverend but she couldn't. She just couldn't. The words would not form. Her mouth was glued shut.

"Hey..." someone patted her on the shoulder as Jenna turned to meet Rachel.

They hugged each other before Rachel also cast soil to the coffin, followed by Damon who too found himself hugging Jenna.

Carter Hall was also present, having being a great part to the final days of Nick and behind him was a woman—Katie Patterson. It had taken her a very short time to realize who the Blue Streak actually was as she and Carter cast their soil.

Peter Andrews and Susan Claire followed soon after while Jenna met with more familiar faces like Mona; the woman who had helped her give birth to Natasha back in Hawaii.

"He was a good man," came Taika, Mona's brother, also hugging Jenna.

Jenna couldn't believe they'd flown all the way from Hawaii to there and she couldn't have been more grateful at the number of friends her husband had managed to bring up with him.

Mona took Natasha with her after the funeral was over, seeing that Jenna was not yet ready to leave the place.

Natasha hugged her mother, herself feeling a great loss within her but one she could not yet understand and hugging her mother helped her with it before turning to leave with Mona.

Apart from the two men that were standing some distance away with their spades at hand, Jenna was standing by herself next to her husband's coffin which only had a piece of cloth stashed inside it and had it not been for Peter Andrews and his close ties with the city's chief medical examiner, she would have had a lot of trouble trying to acquire a casket.

Jenna closed her eyes, trying to feel anything, anything that would perhaps tell her that her husband was still alive. There was no sign.

Not this time.

Nicolas James Johnson

1984-2016

Loving Father, Husband & Friend

The words were inscribed on his grave as Jenna turned to leave, feeling that they had left out hero  but was somehow glad they had because it was her  who had forced that upon her husband, or so she told herself.

Soon after, the men with the spades got to work and covered up the entire grave with soil and the sky finally let up with rain.

About a month later, towards one evening, Jenna had met up with Carter and Katie at the facility.

"I need you to help me with something..." she had said to them.