Hello there. Last chapter I kind of forgot to mention my use of lines instead of quotes while writing. My fault :p
Anyway, on with the show guys.
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Iron Hights Penitentiary:
Already used to the process after so many years, Henry Allen and a designated guard walk the way to the visits section.
More than a decade ago, the good doctor was condemned to a life sentence at Iron Hights after being found guilty of his own wife murder. A crime that only three people know he didn't commit.
Henry, his son Barry and…
A man on a red suit.
-Hey Slugger- a genuine smile formed on Henry's face at seeing Barry at the other end of the glass and taking the speaker, something that his own son mirrored himself.
-You have been calling me that since I was eleven- joked Barry a little bit before putting a more serious expression on his face.- How have you been? I heard there was a fight involving a Meta a couple of days ago.
-Nothing serious- Henry was quick to retort.- Just this guy, Monteleone trying to pick a fight with the Neo-Nazis gang. It wasn't pretty...for them.
The prison staff was still trying to clean up the mess left behind even now.
-Anyway, how have YOU been?- asked Henry with an edge on his tone. Passing his eyes over his son's form, noticing the long sleeves that cover his arms.- That stuff is going to kill you Barry.
-It is...It is nothing. I got it under control- insisted the young man before a ward approached behind him to signal him it was already time.- You didn't kill mom. You know that, right?- asked Barry with a touch of sadness on his voice.
-You believing me...is all I need Barry- replied an emotional Henry before standing up.
Barry make sure to watch as his father was handcuffed from head to toe again and being lead out of the room. With him now out of sight, Barry just leave without saying anything to the guard with him. His look crestfallen.
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-AAGGHHHH!-
-MOOOOOM!-
-Barry, run!-
-BARRY!-
-DAAAAD!-
-Aagghhh- aghast, Barry Allen wake up.
Looking for his phone, Barry could only sigh at being awoken at barely 12 a.m.
-Only got 2 hours of sleep- mumble the young man for himself before deciding to get up instead of trying to sleep again.
His apartment was something simple, not too big or too small on the downtown section of the city, conveniently close to the clubs of the area and soundproofed by Barry himself in case of...heated meetings.
With an annoyance not at all concealed he decide to turn-on the TV to see if something could help him wake-up properly. It didn't disappoint.
-If you just tuned us in, please keep with us for a moment- the news lady told, a woman with a no-nonsense attitude and sharp eyes.- My name is Cat Grant of CatCo Worldwide Media and is my honor to announce that the oath has being made, and for the first time on our nation's history we have the first woman President. Miss Diana Prince- a recording of the new elected President was shown next to Cat Grant, showing her doing the oath at the front of the White House.
-Welp, God bless America- murmured Barry before receiving a message on his phone.
-Finished the stash-
The message came from an unknown number, a burner phone most probably, but Barry didn't care. He knew the person on the other end.
-Where?- he replied while at the same time starting to look for some clothes for the occasion.
-Azure- was the simple reply.
-This is going to be awesome- said an smirking Barry to his reflection.
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-I love cocaine!-
Driving like a Devil at downtown, a man with his head out of a window of a limousine shouted out loud before shoving it back in.
-And I love you- he said to his companion on the backside, a white powder on a side of his nose.
-What would I do without you Barry Allen?- asked the person before putting their head on Barry's lap, also having white powder on her nose.
As if a cat was it, Barry started to rub the head of the person on his lap with a degree of anxiety on it. -I really don't want to know Cait- he responded sincerely before grabbing a bear of the mini fridge that was with them.- How is it possible that your mother hasn't fired her driver for keeping up with us is a total mystery to me.
-For starters, Kato is the only one that knows how to prepare her morning coffee as she likes- replied casually Caitlin before seeing a haunted look on her friend's eyes.- You went to see him again, weren't you?- this time her tone had an ice edge on it.
-There was a fight with a Meta involved yesterday. Just wanted to make sure he was fine- Barry was quick to assure.
-Barry, I have known you since college. I know that look on your eyes. You had another nightmare didn't you?- she asked on genuine concern.- We can stop for tonight if you want. I can have Kato drive us back to your place.
-Cait, I am fine- he insisted. His own desperation should have been palpable if Caitlin sigh was anything to go by.- Besides, it was somewhat difficult to coerce Thawne into giving me the chemicals for…- again he directed his eyes to the fridge.
-I know that genius. I was the one that make them, remember? Sometimes I do wonder if being expelled from college a week before finals was the smartest move- she teased.
-Excuse me? Did I need to remind YOU you were the one that suggested running naked over the campus? On broad daylight no less- this time he let a chuckle slip, something that Caitlin did too.
-As if you didn't enjoy the sight. I know I did it- she told him with a sultry tone and a look of hunger in her eyes.- Maybe we could repeat later- she suggested with a wink.- What did you say?
-Later- said Barry putting his beer to the side to this time taking out a metallic box from the fridge.- Would you do me the honors?- he asked while pointing at the digital lock de box had.
-With pleasure- said Caitlin before putting the four-digit combination, and after a green light on a side the lock open itself up, revealing to the duo a pair of vials with a somewhat yellow substance inside both of them.
-Velocity 8- murmured Barry with awe.
No one really knows from where, but since 6 months ago this new drug have been hitting hard on Central City, some saying this could be the new Vertigo. It wasn't the fact that it could make the subject experience a psychedelic trip...for a short period of time it transformed the user a Metahuman, more specific a Speedster.
On a world with mystics, Metahumans, aliens and some more oddities, Speedsters were at the very top of the list of scarce. Only The Flash, which served alongside Superman in the All-Star Squadron during World War II was the only Speedster ever recorded. At least until a few months ago when people all over Central started running like human rockets.
Caitlin and Barry, ever the adventurers but also the prospect scientists, decided that it was a better idea to study in deep the composition of of the drug and discovered that overuse of the drug would lead to cellular degradation. A slow and painful death for anyone.
Better be safe than sorry. And with the resources that Carla Tannhauser put at Caitlin's hands at hiring her, they created an upgraded version of the drug. Of course, there were some less than legal chemicals that were necessary in order to complete their work.
It was such a good fortune that Barry, part of the Cybercrime unit of the CCPD, found the Detective Thawne trying his hardest to erase the traces of a murderer.
-It is Velocity 9 now- corrected Caitlin while tying a band around Barry's right arm and looking for a vein. Seeing his questioning gaze she responded without missing a beat.- I went through so much trouble improving the formula, I kind of get the right to rename it a little bit.
-I am not arguing with you- was his reply before doing the same for Caitlin's arm.
-Are you ready?- asked Caitlin playfully while keeping the needle close to her arm.
-Ready- smirked Barry.
Without any hesitation both injected themselves the V-9 on their arms and unwrapped the bands around them to allow it to flow freely through their bloodstream.
The effect was immediately for both of them, their right hands starting to vibrate as the drug took effect over their bodies. Just laying back on their seats and relaxing, both started to experience how the world was flowing slower around them, a sliver trace of lightning flowing through their scleras.
They were Speedsters now.
-Kato! Could you stop here?- called Caitlin to the driver.
Said driver didn't question the order and perked the limo at a side of the street.- Is there any problem Ms. Snow?- he asked through the speaker installed on the car.
-That will be everything for tonight- said Caitlin while Barry was opening the door.- You can go home.
-What about you Miss?- asked the driver.
-We will just...run- was all she said before following her friend outside.
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Atop the roof of a building, a figure was hiding themselves with an almost natural grace. Blending perfectly into the dark despite wearing a green hood.
This figure saw the pair leaving their transport and run off into the night at supersonic speeds each of them, trails of lightning being left behind.
-Agent Queen reporting: I got eyes on a couple of Speedsters. Awaiting for instructions, over- he talked on a deep voice over his com link installed on his hood.
-Here Director Luthor. Wait until the Velocity 8 leaves their system- instructed a feminine voice on the other end on an authoritarian tone.- Then proceed with caution and bring one to study, an extraction team will be ready. Over and out.
Just like that the line went dead and the Agent set himself into motion. Extending a compound bow and extracting an arrow from a quiver on his back he started to run to the ledge of the roof and with a jump was now on a free fall from a side of the building.
Without any hesitation he fired the arrow to the building. Now settled he used the arrow as a grappling hook and descended at a slower rate until unhooking himself to finally land on a motorcycle conveniently placed there for him.
Starting the motorcycle he quickly leave the place.
He was out hunting tonight.
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With a shit-eating-grin on his face, Barry watched Caitlin's cab taking her home right in front of his apartment building. His hair was messy and his shoes were now only a reminder after being caught on fire by so much friction they went through.
In all honesty, it has been a good night, or day now that Barry was seeing the first rays of sun on the distance.
-Whatever- he shrugged for himself and started walking inside.- Tomorrow is going to be boring- he mumbled to himself.
Not the wisest words for him to say.
FIUUUUUU
SPLASH
-AARRGGGHHHHH!-
Barry on his knees, seeing an arrow piercing right through his left shoulder.
In a panic state he tried to stop the bleeding as best as he could, but there was just so much of it.
-Barry Allen!-
Without even thinking he looked around back at the street.
There, waiting for him was a man on a green outfit with a green hood. He didn't have sleeves and holstered on his right leg was a wicked looking knife that wouldn't be out of place on a butcher. He had some type of oil painting around his eyes and covering his mouth was the lower part of a gas mask.
The thing that send the fear of God to Barry's very being were the two arrows aiming to him.
-YOU HAVE FAILED THIS CITY!-
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Well, that was a great cliffhanger if I do say so myself.
Lots of known faces and names were shown on here. FYI, the year this fic takes place is 2017(that's right, she won over Trump instead of Hillary).
Well, see you later.
