*I do not own the flash.
**Story happens after flashpoint.
I stumbled upon the porch in front of the house of celebration as Eobard Thawne brought me back from Flashpoint. Is anything different from when I left? Or more importantly, will anything be affected because of my irrational decisions?
Guess we'll find out.
The bell hanged on the other side of the door rang as it signaled my entrance.
"Barry, hey! Where have you been? We were just talking about you!" Iris, my girlfriend when I left, rushed forward and pecked me on the lips.
"Oh...I was just-"
"Never mind that. Come on in, son!" said detective Joe West.
Huh. So far nothing much has changed. That's a relief.
I couldn't possibly be more wrong.
The next morning, I walked into star labs, wearing a huge smile on my face, only to find Cisco in a sobbing mess. I tip toed over to see Cisco clutching a photograph of his brother in his hand very very tightly. Caitlin looked at me extremely furiously, a look that made me flinch as my heart started beating erratically. Does she know about Flashpoint? But that wasn't what scared me the most.
That glare, was an icy glare. The Caitlin I knew couldn't possibly have given me that look. Why did it look so familiar? Then it clicked. Killer frost. She's given me that look multiple times. But Caitlin doesn't have powers, does she?
She stormed over, grabbed me with huge force, pulled me aside and whisper-shouted angrily, "Where the hell have you been? Why haven't you been answering your phone? I thought Cisco and you were brothers, and brothers are supposed to be there for each other! How could you do that after what just happened to his brother?"
"Wait what...what happened to his brother?"
She gave me an intense cold stare, one that made me back off a few steps.
"He died in a car crash, 3 days ago. He started..."
The rest of the words she say fade out, as I digest the new information.
Flashpoint. Cisco's brother's death was not an accident. He wasn't meant to die.
I killed him. This all happened. Because of me. I killed him.
What else has changed? Did I kill more people?
Ignoring Caitlin's furious rant, I rushed over to Star City, looking for one Felicity Smoak. If she is still in Team Arrow, that is.
Lucky for me, she still is.
I told her about Flashpoint, and asked her to tell me if anything has changed. Then I found out that Dig now had a John Junior instead of Sara. And who knows what else has changed.
Again, her words fade out, as I ran. I don't know where to, or why, or anything. I only know one thing through all the racing thoughts in my mind.
All this mess happened because I happened. I made all this mess. I am the reason to all this. I was granted with a gift, one that thousands and millions of people would kill to have. And yet I chose to abuse that power, with total disregard of the consequences and repercussions. I failed. I failed Dig, I failed Cisco, and who knows how many more people's lives have changed because of me. What an arrogant prick I was. What was I thinking? Stupid, idiot, irrational.
I didn't notice where I was standing, neither the tears rolling down my face.
I have managed to fix all the messes I created before.
This time, I created a problem that couldn't be fixed or changed.