In a heavily modified Porsche 911 Franklin sat checking his systems repeatedly. On the other side of the street was a similarly modified car with someone inside ready to race. The street was empty for as far as the eye could see with A.C.C.E.L Labs far at the end serving as a symbol of the cities scientific commitment. Both cars revved as the race was about to begin. Someone walked out into the center of the street.
"Are both of you ready!?" She asked.
Both boys nodded in unison cause the girl to wave and both cars screamed to life as they shot forward. The cars sped forward quickly passing 60 miles per hour, then 80, then 100. Both cars inched towards their top speeds their parts heating up, the wind slamming against their windshields. The buildings flew by as the road ahead got shorter and shorter, Accel Labs grew closer and closer as Franklins car inched ahead and reached 250 mph and then suddenly out of the top of Accel Labs a large rush of red and blue energies shot out.
They picked this spot so they could see the Particle Accelerator go off after winning but that backfired as the energy shot out in all directions and a wave of cyan energy slammed into the front of his car. His car flipped forward and repeatedly rolled over and skipped like a high speed rock until it finally stopped next to Accel Labs.
Everyone else, the bystanders, the organizers, the other racer, they all fled leaving him along in his mangled burning car as emergency services rushed to the site. He is rushed to the hospital unconscious heart rate monitor flatlined despite him still being alive. The doctors and nurses desperately tried to help him but everything seemed to be random to them, unable to find the source of his problems, unable to predict the reactions.
The next moment he finds himself hooked up to multiple machines, in a hospital gown and alone. He begins tearing IVs out of his body and a nurse comes in to check on him but freaks out as she finds him up and disconnecting himself from the machines. A moment later multiple doctors and nurses come in to check in on him.
"Do you know your own name?" One asked.
"Franklin... Lewis." He said as they examined him.
"Do you remember what happened?" A nurse asked.
"Uh... I was racing and then I woke up here." He said.
"Alright.... Well your family will be here soon." She said before leaving.
Some time later his family arrived, his mom sheri, his dad Franklin Sr, and his little brother Tommy. The moment Tommy saw him he rushed into his older brothers arms.
"Don't worry Tommy, I'm good... In fact I feel better than ever." Frankie said.
"Are you sure Frankie? The doctors said you was in a state of constant near death... The heart rate monitor couldn't even register your heart beats..." Sheri said.
"Yeah I feel like I got a really good nap." He said.
"You wouldn't have even been put in this situation had you not been doing stupid shit, that car nearly cost your life!" Franklin exclaimed.
"Babe please don't-" Sheri tried to plead with her husband but was cut off by Frankie.
"Yeah yeah, I just woke up from my death nap I'd like to not hear your voice." He said as the tension in the room became tangible.
"I'll be out in the car." He said as he stormed out of the hospital.
"I'll walk home." Frankie said.
"But Frankie... I know you healed incredibly fast but the doctors said you need rest." She pleaded.
"A single second in the car with that prick will put me in my grave so no." He said.
"But Frankie..." Sheri tried to plead.
"No. I'm sorry but no, I can't stand him and he can't stand me." He said before turning his attention to Tommy.
"How did you heal so fast?" Tommy asked.
"Dunno, maybe it's a miracle?" He said.
Later that night he begins walking home now in a fresh set of clothes. As he is walking through the city he glimpses a red streak through the alley. Suddenly the streak stops and a man in a black and red suit stops in the middle of the alley and looks at him.
Shit it's a Meta!?
He turned to run and the next moment he's flying through the alleys as fast as he was when he was racing. His body was enwreathed in neon cyan energy as he whipped past dumpsters and the wind knocked trash about. When he finally stopped and looked back he couldn't see the Meta anywhere but he smelled smoke and looked down only to find his armpits and crotch charred from friction.
After cooling down his clothes he arrived home and rushed up to his room ignoring the words of his family. He immediately threw away his charred clothes and switched to fresh clothes and simply sat down on his bed and reflected.
"I'm... I'm a Meta... How!?" He exclaimed before quietting down.
Was it the particle accelerator? But Metas need a Meta-gene... Was I always a Meta!?
He rushed to the computer and began researching anything that's happened while he was out and found a drastic increase in Meta-human appearances including one who has been terrorizing the city stealing whatever he wants,murdering, even large scale robbery and he's too fast for the police and even Meta-human hunting squads to deal with. Every time he arrives to commit a crime the only thing people remember seeing is a red line but by then the crime has already been committed.