Is it time already? Middle of November, guess I have a promise to keep. Time for me to crawl out of my hole. So this isn't actually a return, this is just a trailer I guess. I wanted to do something else than the sneak peaks I did last time, so I made this. This is basically just how I imagined Barry's life would turn out after that night. Instead of skipping to the present, we get to see Flashpoint Barry Allen live his life. It's not that important, I just thought it'd be nice to see. But is also doesn't give too much away about the timeline. Hope you all enjoy nevertheless.
Barry Allen had lived a normal life. He had two parents he loved. He went to the college he always wanted to go to. He had a good stable 9 to 5 job aside from any special circumstances.
Barry Allen had a good life. But there was always something missing. And he didn't know what. There was nothing wrong with his life per se. But there was nothing to say about his life at all.
The only interesting thing that ever happened in his life was one night there was a living lightning storm in his house that disappeared as soon as it arrived.
Over the years, his parents put it all behind them. Acted as if it never happened in the first place. Made it out to be nothing but a dream or hallucinations brought upon by alcohol.
But Barry knew the truth. The impossible was out there. His parents always tried to convince him that what happened that night was nothing but a dream, but it wasn't a dream when Barry had to run home from twenty blocks away in his pyjamas with no idea how he got there.
But in respect to his parents, Barry acted as though he'd put it behind him as well. Barry would stay in his lane. Keep his head down and act the part, but inside he knew. Barry knew what really happened that night.
Throughout his life, Barry had always done what he was told. His whole life was already predetermined by his parents. His choice of school, his job. Even the apartment he chose to live in once he moved out of the house was selected by his parents. And he was fine with that.
But there was always that feeling in the back of his head that made him feel like there was more he was meant to do than live a sheltered life with his parents. That there was something out there calling to him to be something special beyond anyone's dreams. But nothing ever happened in his life.
Until the day it did. The world was changed overnight with the arrival of the extraordinary. People they'd known their whole lives had shown to have extraordinary abilities. It was the dawn of a new age. And for once, Barry didn't think he was crazy.
But even with these new revelations in the world, life continued on for Barry Allen. Nothing ever happened to him. Barry was just an ordinary guy in an extraordinary world. And that was okay. But Barry still could never shake the feeling he was meant for something more. That he wasn't living his life the way it was meant to be.
Barry Allen was stuck. And he had no idea what he was going to do about it, or if he was even going to do anything at all. Despite this feeling, Barry liked his life and he wasn't sure if he wanted to do anything to change it.
But could Barry just sit and be content with how his life turned out? Barry Allen was satisfied with his life, but he wasn't happy. He wanted to enjoy his life, to feel the thrill of being alive each and every day. But all he could muster was a burning sensation of indifference.
Was that enough? To live your life doing the same thing everyday and just be content with what you have? Could he live with that thought that he was nothing more than another body in the world that would be forgotten once his time was up? That one night where the impossible happened in his living room was the last time Barry Allen could truly say he felt something other than the pure boredom that was his life.
He knew that many people would love to have his life. It was predictable and thought out to the point where Barry didn't even need to think about what he was doing during his usual tasks. It was the same thing over and over again with minor differences depending on the day of the week. And that was okay. Barry just didn't think it was for him.
Barry wanted more for his life. Not to just be stuck in an office everyday doing menial tasks day in and day out. There was a whole world out there and beyond that even. Could he just uproot his life and take off? After all the hard work he and his parents put into his life?
Barry Allen wanted to believe this was enough. That he could spend the rest of his life filing folders and sitting on a desk behind a computer, doing whatever his superiors demanded of him. Whether it be from his parents or his boss.
But inside he was waiting for the day that something would finally happen to him. That he could finally leave behind his old life and embrace his new one. That he could shed this act of playing the normal person and actually make something of his life that he could enjoy with his whole being.
But days, months, years passed and still nothing ever happened. The world continued to spin and Barry Allen remained the usual person he'd always been his entire life. And maybe that was all he would ever amount to be. Maybe it was time to leave behind the dream that there's something special out there that's just meant for him and nobody else. That this was all he would ever get out of his life. And maybe then he could finally be content with how his life turned out.
Barry Allen lived a good life. It just wasn't a great one. He wasn't meant for one of those.
Those were the last thoughts whirling in Barry's head as he got into bed one night and went to sleep.
As he was drifting off into the abyss of unconsciousness, a wormhole opened on the other side of the city, ejecting a pair of speedsters. One of them being a Barry Allen that had come from a great life. One where he was special. Where he'd done extraordinary things all in the name of being a good person.
But the timeline is always fickle, and with the arrival of another version of Barry Allen, the timeline was forced to split the two up. One where this special Barry Allen would get the chance to live the life of his alternate self.
And the normal Barry Allen faded from existence where he would continue on in his usual life where nothing unusual would ever happen in his lifetime.
So that was a little sad. I honestly think I made Flashpoint Barry into a psychopath. That was never my intention and we are never going to see this version of Barry Allen again. But it was an interesting thing I though I'd like to point out. I basically just wanted to make it so Barry would live a normal life, but after that night, Barry would constantly be expecting the impossible to be knocking on his doorstep, but it never would.
Like I've said, Barry was happy with his life, but he just expected more from it rather than the mundane of the world. High expectations that were just never met. Don't feel too bad.
So, the story will officially return next week, November 20th, with the first chapter of season three. Hope to see you all there.