Short Story

‘’Think about it. If our kidnapper had Barry’s clothes, the one he was wearing when he disappeared, it’s because she has him too. And, why go to all the trouble to find Earth 2 Barry, kidnap him too, and orchestrate all this show for his death if the only goal was to murder Flash?’’

Barry could hear talking, feminine voice saying something to him, something he couldn’t quite comprehend. Maybe it was because of the buzzing in his ears, the fog in his mind or just the staggering pain in his leg. Unless it was the feeling that his heart was being crushed, like there was someone sitting on his chest? He made all the efforts in the world to keep the pain to himself and stay as still and silent as possible, acting like he was still unconscious.

Barry has been hit by lightning. Barry has been a coma for 9 months, but he finally woke up. He see’s Cisco and Caitlin, he freaks out. Barry’s hooked up to machines he starts disconnecting himself from them. Cisco is telling him to calm down, after that CIsco and Caitlin

Joe’s gaze was going on and off between Jay and the corpse, between his son’s corpse and Jay. They couldn’t just leave it on the ground like that. Understanding the message, Jay walked back into the cortex with Joe to him. Together, they took Barry’s body from the ground, leaving the blanket on, and took it in the med bay, putting it on the bed the speedster used so often in his short life as a hero.

''It’s….'' It’s Barry, Joe needed to know, but Cisco had a bad feeling about all of this. If, despite his injuries the speedster still decided to leave, it only meant that something was still holding him back, whether it was mental or something more. Either way, Barry wasn’t coming back soon, unless Cisco could just talk to him alone and try figure things out together. That’s it, that was the plan, for now.

The young reporter went back to the hero’s side, relaying her younger brother, hoping to get a little chat with Barry, but the much needed conversation got to wait a little longer as the young man had fallen asleep once more, which wasn't really a surprise considering everything he's been through. Caitlin did said that even with his powers, it could take a whole week for him to return to his optimum form.

“I’ll have 6 eggs, a big glass of orange juice, a banana, and some oatmeal please” said DeSean “ You’re one crazy kid” said the female bartender at IHop. “Yes ma’am, I might be crazy ,but ready for football this morning” DeSean responded swiftly. The bartender responded almost immediately saying “Damn right, hope you do well this morning, I’ll have that food out real quick honey”. DeSean waited for less than 5 minutes before chowing down on over 1000 calories. He exchanged some words with the bartender and he was off to football.

Barry obviously cares a lot about him. I just didn't quite catch up why. The one thing that's sure is that they had some kind of fallout.'' Cisco took a pause to scratch his forehead, trying in vain to push his migraine away before continuing. ''We need to find out more about that man, about Matthew.''

Caitlin’s first reaction was a mixture of relief and joy, turning around on her chair, ready to go check on Barry, but the second she got a view on the moving speedster, moving on the bed, her mind froze, bombarding her with images of Barry’s cruel, merciless, smile right as he was about to murder her in cold blood. Worse than cold blood, murdering her with sickening pleasure.

''Barry?'' He tried again, jumping on his feet, barely stopping one second to make sure Caitlin was really out for the count before closing the remaining distance with the Flash. Despite all of his anger toward the hero, he didn’t wished for his death, especially after all the things he said to him. How could he just ignored Barry, moved pass him without checking if he was ok? Now, the Flash had no visual sign he was even breathing. Unless it was just because of the darkness playing mind tricks.

“I fell,” Madge answers through gritted teeth, clutching her calf tightly as she blinks out tears from her eyes as quickly as she can. It was just her luck that she’d fall off the wall like a complete idiot right after being told to quit. Maybe the odds really weren’t in her favor.

When Barry’s figure appeared right in front of him, it relieved him to see Barry looked ok, so far, as he was stretching his limbs on the ground, sitting up, before easily moving back on his feet. The detective had no idea how he would be able to stand and do nothing once Barry’s pain will really kick it.

I press my face against the icy cold window. I watch one by one the snowflakes fall in the moonlight. I can tell it’s Christmas time even though nobody here says anything about it. It’s as if the ward tries to drag us away from any traditions a normal person would do. I think about the Christmases I spent with my kids.

Driving back to my Grandma's had become the norm due to the lack of wi-fi at my house and minor, yet constant disagreements between my stepfather and I. Owning a gray Jetta that sparkled once it hit sunlight, had an aux cord to play music that changed as much as my mood, and worked perfectly fine filled me with gratitude every time I started up its engine. On May 11 my dismal playlist blared from the partially rolled down windows in the car as a few humble tears rolled down my cheeks. This day pressed hard on my chest knowing my biological father should have turned another year older, not stuck at a young 32. Life happens and you have to keep going; however, I could have never predicted singing "If I die young" by The Band Perry and having

The smattering of rain on the roof overhead calms me, beating out an irregular rhythm like an anxious child unconsciously tapping his foot. The dim glow of my phone screen washes over me as I wait for the light to return, cut off by the flash flood inducing rain. I look around, and sigh; yet again, the lights on the ceiling are blank, leaving me with nothing to shield myself from the impending darkness.