Thank you to everyone who has supported this so far. Here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy it.
Green Hal37: I agree, I think it's one of the best movies I've ever seen. About an 8. Well, your prediction was half right.
Agent N: Glad you like it. That's what I've been going with, everything after is of an alternate timeline. Don't even get me started on Dark Fate. At this time, I don't have plans to include Oliver, but we'll see.
Guest: I try.
Central City, July 2014
Night
In the parking lot of a bar, there was a sudden shift in the air. A gust of wind suddenly blew the piles of discarded newspapers on the ground away before a bright flash of light suddenly filled the area. When it faded, couched where the light had been was a naked man. He was about late twenties to early thirties, dark hair and eyes. The man got to his feet before looking around at his surroundings. Seeing the bar, he walked over to the front door and opened it.
As the man stepped inside, the other patrons turned to regard him, or more specifically his nakedness. The men looked at him oddly while the women shamelessly looked him up and down. The man paid them no regard, inspecting them for a moment before moving on to the other patrons. He did this several more times before he stopped in front of a man by the pool table. The patron was wearing a black leather jacket with a black T-shirt underneath and black leather jeans with matching leather boots.
"I need your clothes, your boots and your motorcycle," the man said in heavily accented English.
The patron and some of his friends laughed.
"You forgot to say please," the patron said mockingly.
He took his lit cigarette and placed it above the man's left beast. The cigarette burned the man's skin but the man did not seem to register this.
"Please," the man said simply.
The man then grabbed the patron's hand and twist. The man cried out in agony, falling to his knees as a snapping sound was heard.
"Get this guy off me!" the patron shouted.
One of the patron's friends tried striking the man in the back of the head with a pool stick but, to the shock of the entire bar, it simply broke upon contact with the man's head. The man showed no reaction to this as he tossed the patron into the kitchen. The man then grabbed the patron's friend and threw him across the room. He crashed through a window as another patron pulled out a knife and tried to stab the man. The man easily stopped him by grabbing his arm. He pinned he man to the pool table, bending the man's arm backwards. A snap was heard as the man stabbed him in the shoulder with his own knife.
Terrified, the other patrons fled the bar as the naked man entered the kitchen. The patron was in the corner, on the floor, burns covering his face from when he had landed on the stove upon entering. The patron pulled out a pistol but, before he could fire off a single shot, the man grabbed his hand and disarmed him. The man made a show of clicking the gun before the patron finally pulled out the key to his motorcycle.
"Just take it!" he cried as he tossed the man his keys.
Shortly after, the man walked out of the bar, now dressed in the patron's clothes. He walked up to a motorcycle and got on. He put the keys in the ignition but, before he could turn it on, the door to the bar burst open. The owner was there, aiming at the man with a shot gun rifle.
"I can't let you take a man's wheels," the owner said.
Silently, the man put the motorcycle into park and got off. He walked up to the owner, who trembled. The man yanked the shot gun form him before walking closer. The owner walked back until he was pressed against the wall. The man reached out and, to the owner's shock, took the sunglasses out of his breast pocket. The man put them on before walking back over to the motorcycle. Turning it on, the man rolled out of the parking lot and drove off.
Star Labs, next day
Early morning
"Good morning Cisco, Caitlin," Harrison Wells said as he rolled into the room.
"Dr. Wells," the pair said almost in sync as they turned to face their boss.
"And how is our patient today?" Wells asked as he turned his gave towards Barry's unmoving form.
"No change from yesterday," Caitlin said regretfully.
Wells simply nodded, his gaze not leaving Barry. The intensity of his stare really unnerved Cisco and Caitlin.
"You know Dr. Wells; you never did tell us why you decided to help this guy. I mean, what's so special about a CSI?" Cisco wondered and Wells smiled.
"Cisco, one day you'll learn not to judge a book by its cover. I think we can expect great things from Mr. Allen," Wells said as he stared at Barry's slumbering form.
Central City Police Department
Same time
"Any leads on who killed Officer Ramirez last night?" Joe asked his partner as he sat down.
"No finger prints, no foot prints and the only fabrics found were the ones from Remirez's uniform, which was taken by the killer," Eddie said with a sigh. "And that's not even the weirdest case going on right now."
"What do you mean?" Joe asked confused.
"You ever hear of the bar on the edge of town, Thirsty's?" Eddie asked.
"Never been there myself, but some of the guys have mentioned it me. Why?" Joe asked confused.
"The owner called us last night. According to the owner, a naked man entered there at about midnight, assaulted three guys, stole the clothes and motorcycle of one of them, and stole his shotgun and sunglasses before driving off," Eddie explained as Joe stared at him, as bewildered by the story as Eddie. "According to several witnesses, he didn't seem to feel pain at all and the way he spoke and moved, it was almost mechanical."
"So, we're looking for a robot in sunglasses then?" Joe asked incredulously and Eddie shrugged.
"Just telling you what they witnesses said."
"Detective Joe West?"
The pair looked up as an officer walked over, stopping in front of their desks. He had short, light brown hair and blue eyes. Neither Detective could say they'd seen him before.
"Can we help you?" Joe asked wearily, feeling something…off about the officer.
"I'm a recent transfer from Midway City. I was hoping to get the CSI's opinion on a case. Barry Allen I think is his name, I heard you could tell me where to find him," the officer explained.
"Hate to break it to you, but you're gonna be waiting a long time if you want Barry to consult. He's in a coma, struck by lightning. His condition is so strange he's being kept at Star Labs," Eddie told him and the officer nodded.
"I see. Thank you for telling me," the officer said before turning around and walking away, Joe and Eddie exchanging bewildered glances.
Star Labs
Later in the morning
"So still no improvement then?" Caitlin asked as she looked over at Cisco, who only shrugged.
"Same as usual. Dante can do no wrong, I can do no right. I get more approval from this guy than I do my parents," Cisco said as he gestured to Barry.
In the time vault, Eobard Thawne was studying the bloodwork of Barry when there was an alert.
"Dr. Wells, two unknown men have entered Star Labs," GIDEON informed him and Thawne frowned.
"Show me," he ordered.
Immediately, two pictures emerged on holographic screens. One was of a police officer walking through the front door while the other was of a man in a black leather jacket, who had come in through the secret entrance in the back.
Back in the room where Barry was at, Caitlin decided to change the subject.
"So, I'm gonna go grab some lunch, you want anything?" Caitlin inquired.
"Just my usual from Big Belly Burger," Cisco said and she nodded.
"Double Belly Burger, no pickles, got it," Caitlin said as she grabbed her purse.
She walked out and rounded the corner before freezing. A big, hulking man wearing a leather jacket was walking towards her, a shotgun in hand. She whirled around, about to cry out to Cisco when she saw a man in a police officer uniform walking towards her from the opposite side of the hallway. He pulled out a pistol and her heart hammered in her chest.
"Get down," the man in the leather jacket told her.
On instinct, Caitlin obeyed, dropping to the floor as he fired. The man in the police uniform was hit but this did not seem to affect him besides staggering him for a moment. He opened fire and the man in the leather jacket grabbed Caitlin by the back of her shirt. Whirling around, he placed Caitlin in front of him protectively as he used his own body as a human shield.
Alerted by the sound of the gunshots, Cisco to the doorway, eyes widening as he took in the scene.
"What the frak?" Cisco exclaimed.
As the man in the police uniform tossed his empty pistol aside and pulled out a new one, the man in the leather jacket whirled around and tossed Caitlin to Cisco. They collided and fell into the room on top of each other as the two men opened fire. Each time the man in the police uniform was hit, strangely, a wound opened up, but it was not like a wound anyone had ever seen. They were as wide as a baseball and here was no blood, only clear, metallic like liquid.
The man in the police uniform fell back, seemingly dead. The man in the leather jacket walked over to him, looking down as Caitlin and Cisco wearily poked their heads out. After a moment, the man's eyes snapped open as the wound seemed to heal within seconds. He jumped up but, before he could do anything, he was suddenly hit with a blue beam from behind. The man staggered for a few moments before he was completely covered in ice. The man in leather, Caitlin and Cisco looked over to see Wells, holding some kind of gun.
"It appears your Cold Gun works Cisco," Wells said as he lowered the gun. "Now, would someone like to explain what is going on?"
Ignoring Wells, the man in leather entered the room, pushing passed Caitlin and Cisco and walking to the bed.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Caitlin demanded ash e begun unhooking Barry from the machines.
"That will not stop it, we do not have much time," the man said as he hoisted Barry up into his arms, carrying him bridal style. "We must get him and the two of you to safety. It will not stop until you are all dead."
"Why? What did we ever do to it?" Cisco asked confused and alarmed.
"I believe that is a conversation for another time Cisco. If our friend is telling the truth, it would be best to leave," Wells said, eying the man in leather thoughtfully. "I know somewhere you will be safe. Let's go."
I had to include the scene at the bar from Judgement day because, come on, what an introduction.
It's a little iffy on when exactly Cisco created the Cold Gun, but I always assumed he made it between the nine month gap where Barry was in a coma.
