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It's been months since Barry's father was murdered in front of him. Every day the hole in Barry's chest becomes bigger, and bigger until one day Barry just snaps. The only thing he could feel now was pure, unadulterated rage. Lightning flickered in the speedster's eyes, and that's when he started to run. He was determined to get fast enough to kill Zoom, and to do that, he had to get stronger, so he ran.
Barry removed the ear pieces from his ear, smashing them on the ground as hard as he could, watching them break into pieces. Zoom was going to pay, that much he could guarantee. The world slowed to a halt as Barry ran, pushing himself harder than he ever had before. Barry's legs were on fire as he ran, his heart beating faster than it ever had. He stared at the speedometer attached to his wrist, which read Mach-2. This was the fastest he had ever gone, and it still wasn't fast enough.
Cisco had warned him once before not to run angry, but this wasn't anger. This was pure, unadulterated rage. When Henry was killed in front of him, all Barry could see was red. All he wanted to do was kill, and so he ran. Barry found himself inside the Central City Bank, face to face with some robbers in ski masks.
"Well hello Flash. You're not here to arrest us, are you?" One of them taunted. Barry chuckled as he grabbed the robber's neck, twisting it until a satisfying crunch was heard.
"You killed him! Aren't you supposed to be some sort of hero?" A voice screamed. Barry started running, and that's when he snapped their necks in mere seconds. Soon enough an alarm went off, and that's when Barry raced away from the scene, not caring if the cameras caught him. Barry Allen and the Flash were dead, the only thing left now was The Blur.
Barry's heart was pounding from the stress he was putting on his body, and that's when he raced into an abandoned building, slowly laying on the ground as he allowed himself to sleep. Len turned on the news on his television, wanting to see what his Scarlet Speedster was up to.
Barry raced inside the Central City Bank, and that was when he was face to face with some amateur robbers in ski masks.
"Well hello Flash. You're not here to arrest us, are you?" One of them taunted. Len watched in horror as Barry grabbed the robber's neck, twisting it until it snapped, a sickening smile on his face as he killed the man. The words: The Flash gone rogue? blinked across the screen.
This cannot be real. Barry Allen, a killer? Snart protested.
This wasn't the Barry Allen that he knew.
The Barry Allen that had insisted that there were better ways to solve a problem than killing. The Barry Allen that had teamed up with Captain Cold of all people to smuggle a bunch of metahuman criminals because he couldn't bear to watch them die. A Barry Allen that had been horrified when Snart had killed his own father in front of him. That Barry Allen would not have done what Snart had just witnessed.
Tomorrow, Len was going to pull off a solo heist. He couldn't let Mick get caught in the crossfire should Barry find him.
"There is good in you Snart." Barry had told him once. Snart was going to get the speedster's attention, but right now, he needed sleep, so he walked down to the bedroom, falling asleep as soon as his body would allow.
Len woke the next day to check the news. Barry had killed everyone in a grocery store this morning. This time he had thrown them off the roof of the building, one by one. It made him sick to see Barry this way.
All Len could see was bloodlust in Barry's eyes. Lightening flickered against his irises as he killed those people in cold blood, a sickening smile on his face as their bodies hit the pavement. Len grabbed the cold gun as a precaution, hoping that he wouldn't have to use it. He waited until it was dark, and that's when he took off to one of the smaller banks. After managing his way inside, Snart intentionally set off an alarm as he waited for the speedster to show.
Like clockwork, Barry raced in minutes later, getting closer to Snart. After lowering his gun, Snart removes the mask from the speedster's face, gently cupping his face as he tried to get him to stop.
"There is good in you Barry." Len reminded him. Barry snarled at Len, a silent "don't touch me" as he hurled Len away. When Barry threw Snart against the wall, his eyes flickered to the gentle stare that Len had often seen in the speedster for a mere second before the cold, ruthless stare returned. Len tried to grab Barry's arm, but he had already run off before he had a chance to react.
Len sighed when Barry raced off. If he had just been a little faster, he could have grabbed his arm, and stopped him from leaving, but he was too slow as usual. Mick had insisted on going on this heist with Len, but he couldn't bear it if Mick got hurt because of this. So, he was going to do this on his own.
It was a week later when Len pulled off another solo heist, waiting for Barry to show his face again. Barry doesn't wait this time, landing a solid punch on Len. Len felt the wind knocked out of him, and that's when he feels his ribs break. Barry reached for the cold gun before Len got the chance to use it, and that's when he places his hand on Barry's arm, looking him straight in the eyes.
"This isn't you, Barry." Len tried to reason with him. Once again Barry's eyes flickered, and that's when he raced away from the scene, leaving the cold gun behind. Len slowly got up, wincing in pain from his broken ribs as he limped home to heal.
Six weeks later Snart was on another heist. Like Clockwork Barry raced inside, and that's when Snart grabbed the speedster's arm.
"You're better than this Barry." Snart reminded him. That comment didn't get any recognition from him this time, and that's when Barry hit him square in the jaw. Snart's jaw was broken after that encounter, and that's when he limped home to recover.
Six weeks pass since then, and Snart goes on another heist to get the speedster's attention. Once again Barry raced in, and that's when Snart placed his hand on Barry's shoulder, slowly taking off the mask as he looked into the speedster's eyes.
"I know you're hurting, but this won't make it go away." He tried to get through to him. Barry's eyes flickered, and that's when he shoved him against the wall, a silent "leave me alone" in the attack. Len sighed as he returned to his home, still unable to get through to the speedster.
Three weeks pass, and Snart was on another heist. Barry showed up like clockwork, and that's when Snart decided to grab the speedster's hand.
"Let me help you, Barry." He pleaded, and it was the last one that ultimately finds Barry. It's been months, Len's starting to lose hope that the Barry Allen that he once knew was still in there. All he could see was the man so full of rage, and dead eyes looking back. This encounter was the worst of them all. Barry had broken three of his ribs, as well as his wrist.
He sees Barry race out of the building, and that's when he passes out from the pain.
Snart opened his eyes the next morning to find himself at Mick's apartment, and that's when he woke up in a panic.
"Easy, easy Snart! You're okay!" Mick's voice called. Snart's vision slowly focused, and that's when he slowly, but surely came around.
"Mick? How did I get here?" He asked with confusion, wincing in pain from his injuries.
"Your sister got worried when you didn't come home last night, so I used the gps to track you." Mick explained.
It was about a month later when Snart went off on another heist. Barry raced in like clockwork, and that was when Snart grabbed Barry's arm, using the other hand to gently cup his cheek.
"I believe in you Barry." Snart informed, still holding onto Barry's arm. Barry snarled at Snart, kicking him as hard as he could, a silent, "let go" as he knocked him to the ground. Snart watched as Barry raced away, limping back home after yet another failed attempt at getting through to the speedster.