Barry's pov
I was a CSI with the Central City Police Department in Missouri. Son of Dr. Henry Allen, who had been wrongfully convicted of murder; and the late Nora Allen; the victim in my father's case. I saw everything at tender age of 11, up until this mysterious blur sped me over ten blocks away from my house. But the man in yellow, with red goggle-like eyes; is the one responsible for killing my mother; not my father. Single stab wound to the heart. I know that, and I've known that for the last 14 years. 14 years. That is how long my father has been sitting in Iron Heights, wrongfully convicted of killing the woman he loves, in front of his child. His own flesh and blood. And people say kids have a wild imagination...
I visited my Dad at Iron Heights as much as I could, even tried to escape Joe's house to be with him a few times and worked on a plan on how to break into the prison since I was 11; before everything changed.
I had gone into forensics to find my mother's true killer and get my Dad out of prison. I mean, what even WERE those blurs, fighting a war around my Mom that seemed to blossom from an everlasting feud? But I ended up really liking the job; and I get to work with my foster father, Joe, everyday. That is something I treasure and enjoy. However, I never take my eyes off the grand prize. Getting justice for my family. The only thing is that forensic scientists only get to solve murders, not prevent them. Little did I know that soon I would be doing both; but not only as a scientist.
Iris, Joe's daughter; is my best friend. What she doesn't know, is that I have been in love with her since we were eleven. I love spending time with her, and I even got her to come with me to the big unveiling of Dr. Harrison Wells' Particle Accelerator. Breaking the silence and bringing me out of my thoughts, Iris asked
"What's so great about this particle accelerator anyway?"
I then went on to explain how his work in quantum physics was light years ahead of what we knew now, and could revolutionize the areas of science, medicine, technology and so forth. She smiled at my nerd-rant, but mostly that I seemed happy about what I was talking about and teased
"You're doing that thing where you're not speaking English again."
I then explained in easier terms, and off we went. Little did either of us know how drastically things would change from that night onward; simply because of an anomaly in the launching of the the time it was fully active, it was raining too hard, so I was back in my lab; which in a way, was good; because I got to get a head start on a fingerprint analysis order; and I had been dealing with the chemicals needed for such a task when it all went down. Or, to be more precise, up. The Accelerator exploded, radiating its dark matter throughout the entire city. I was hit by it too, through a lightining bolt that hit me, bringing the dark matter upon me as well as the chemicals I had been using in the analysis. I was instantly unconscious.
I woke up from the coma I had fallen into nine months later, and, much to my shock, I had awakened at STAR Labs; founded by none other than my personal hero, Dr. Wells; who I also got to meet. Working alongside him were bioengineer and doctor Caitlin Snow and Cisco Ramon, an engineer that could make anything out of anything as far as I was concerned. He handled all the equipment from the lab.
We soon discovered that I had super speed, and had its source of power; the Speed Force within me, as a result of being hit by the lightning bolt,the dark matter and the chemicals. I was a meta-human; which was the term they were using to describe all the ones affected by the explosion. I kept having metabolic failures though; and my friend Eddie Thawne; who has been there for me my entire life and works with me and Joe as a detective and Joe's partner initially feared it had to do with my magic background; as he was from Storybrooke and was sent to watch over me just as August, aka Pinnochio was charged with taking care of my paternal grandmother, Emma Swan. I knew of my background, but had never had proper training. Not in magic nor in swordsmanship. My father was originally going to start to teach me when I was fourteen.
Luckily for me and Eddie, it had nothing to do with magic, but with me being a speedster. I was not having enough calories in my system; for I needed ten thousand or more. Once my friends at STAR Labs helped me fashion a proper diet, I was fine. Cisco built this super cool suit for me and I began to help saving people, always in disguise to protect those I love and because I did not do it for the glory. Soon enough, I was given the moniker The Flash; and it stuck. My powers would come in handy on a very peculiar and risky long-term mission in a few weeks.
