Previously...
My blue eyes widened in astonishment.
"Fl-FLASH!" I called out to him in acknowledgement, knowing it was Jay.
He glanced in my direction briefly. "What the devil's do you think you're doing, boy!?" Jay all but yelled at me while he parried a thrust from Zoom.
I flinched at his tone. I didn't know why, but it made me uneasy. In a way, he was right. What WAS I doing by just observing the battle and not doing anything? It was infuriating. I was not used to this helplessness. It was usually Iris who needed saving. Not I. My thoughts returned to Iris, 'Iris! Where was she? What was she doing?' My eyes quickly scanned the oval room, finally landing on her seconds later. She dropped down, like I did, from the vent where we were hiding before and scampered to where the rest of the Heroes were hung up.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I wanted to scream at her, but didn't.
I was in panic mode. Jay was fighting my fight, Iris was an easy target, and other members of Secret Society started showing up such as Talia Al Ghul, Doctor Psycho, Deathstroke, Captain Boomerang, Captain Cold, HeatWave, Doctor Light, the humongous Giganta, Gorilla Grodd, Silver banshee, Weather Wizard, Vandal Savage, and much much more. We were outnumbered.
But that's not the main reason why I was panicking. My world started to fall apart as my life flashed before my eyes while they witnessed Zoom thrusting his fist up into Jay's chest twisting his arteries inside.
And Now...
MeMories of Flash
On a hot pursuit of a Speedster's trail ~ !
Description:
Barry Allen dies in the Infinity Crisis of Earth. How his friends, fiance, and his family try to cope of his absence in the aftermath. Wally West tries to pick up the mantel of The Flash but not everybody is too pleased about him doing so. Could Barry still be alive? Or could he be gone for good? Join as the Justice League investigates.
Chapter Six
To Grieve for the Grave
Barry, 1st P.O.V.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed loudly, agonized.
I was powerless. I did not have any of my powers, I was not a meta-human, I was just human again. There was absolutely no freakin' way I could beat Zoom. I watched in horror as Jay's lifeless body shrivel up and crumpled to the floor.
"Bastard!" Green Lantern spat, trying to wriggle his wrists free.
I agree with him. Zoom really was a BASTARD. All in caps. Because he deserved it and I was very angry with him. Angry, enraged, whatever you want to call it. So angry that I picked up that freakin' bloody kryptonite from off the floor and tossed it as hard as I could at Zoom; it clanged at his mask before clinking to the marble floor. Blood began to trickle down his face from underneath his dark mask but I didn't care. My blood was still seething in rage.
Surprised by my own actions, that gave just enough distance with the green rock for Superman to break free from his chains. His face was contorted. "I got Luthor!" And started to fly straight for the little bald man.
"No, wait!" Halted a new voice. I turned toward the entrance of the room's golden archway to find… A little version of Superman? My eyes blinked twice, double checking. Sure enough, there was a little Superman along with five others I didn't know though they looked familiar due to their costumes. "Taking out Savage is the biggest priority. You handle Savage, I'll get Luthor."
SuperMan did not seem to really like this plan of strategy, but solemnly nodded in agreement, "Alright, but make sure he doesn't get away. Justice needs to be served."
The younger version of Superman winked at Superman, "Hey. Who do you think you're talking to?"
There was a malicious laugh. "You'll need a millennium years before you can beat me." Vandal Savage boasted, his black mustache twitched as his hands rested on his damn staff.
SuperMan changed course, now flying straight for Savage. "We'll see about that! It'll only take me a minute to have you locked up behind bars for millennium years."
"Wait, I'm confused," says a voice. It was Captain Cold and he pointed his Cold gun at me, "Zoom utterly destroys geezer Flash, but who are you? Baby Flash?"
I grinned painfully, masking my true emotions of despair. Even though Leonard Snart was a villain, he was still considered as my friend… somewhat. It was a complicated relation. I snort before I say, "Snart! Haven't seen ya in such a long time. What happened? Didya freeze for far too long out in the cold?"
It was fun watching Snart go rigid at those words. His gray eyes narrowed, "Nobody snorts and calls me Snart except… For an annoying Flash. It was always a bad habit of his."
Whispers broke out among the villains and even among the heroes at these words. "I thought the Flash was dead!" A villain, Giganta, shouted. And when she shouted, it really rung.
I puffed out my chest, a bit proud and smug. "Well, you thought wrong. Clearly Flash still lives after... however many of years."
Groans could be heard. Then, "Stay still, will you?" Cold commanded.
Next thing I knew, coldness surrounded me and I blacked out.
SuperMan's POV
It was sometime after the fight. All the villains had been dealt with accordingly and locked up away in a special Prison where they won't be released any time soon. Some…. Escaped. I really hated that word.
"Damn it! He's still not coming around," Batman pronounced. He was doing chest compressions on The Flash (...Barry Allen?)'s chest, who was lying on the floor freezing to death.
I was still having a hard time believing. Iris was crying and panicking next to me, "No no no no, please! I don't want to lose my husband a second time. You're the Justice League, aren't you? Save him."
Diana Prince took a plaid wool blanket and wrapped it around Barry Allen, though she glared up at Iris. "What does it look like we're doing?" She snapped. "He was unexpected."
Arthur Curry jolly chuckled with his arms crossed. "He was always unexpected."
"He shouldn't be here," Victor Stone added, "What is he doing here? Iris, you have some explaining to do."
"I still can't believe he's here," Hal Jordan muttered to me and I nodded knowingly. My thoughts exactly.
Wally West couldn't take his eyes off his brother-in-law.
"He's a good man," complimented Dick Grayson, going up to Wally and placing his hand on his shoulder.
"Let me try," Jay Garrick suggested to Bruce who moved aside at once. The first Flash hovered above Barry Allen and then gently touched his hand. A wave of electricity jolted through their fingers. Barry Allen awoke with his blue eyes wide, gasping for air.
Barry, 1st POV
I jolted awake. Couldn't remember what I was doing before I fell asleep, or why I fell asleep exactly, I just remembered being really confused. I tilted my head and found myself staring into ocean blue eyes and being drawn into them.
"Praise the Lord! He's awake. How're you feeling, son?" They asked… They? He. Jay Garrick was asking me a question.
Jay Garrick?! Impossible. I bolted up into a sitting position. Didn't I see him die with my own two blue eyes? My lips also turned upward, "Jay! Wait, how -? How is it possible that you're alive?! I saw you die."
"It'll take a little more than a punch to finish off this old geezer, I can assure you," Jay explained with a wink, "Time reminisce. Went back in time, met my past self, and I think you know what happens after that. But, is that what you are? A time reminisce?"
"Wha-?" I started to say, my brain pounding like crazy.
It was then I realized that we were not the only ones in the nicely, newer-built oval room. "That's what we would like to ask you," said Clark Kent with his arms crossed and in his tights, cape, and all. "How is it possible that you're alive, Bartholomew Allen?"
Alive? Does this mean I died? I was going to answer, but Iris intervened. "No no no no! We can't do anything that'll rupture the timeline. You Speedsters should know that better than anyone. This is Barry Allen… From 2015. He is stuck here in this timeline until we can figure out a way to get him back home."
"Hmm. So you are like a time reminisce after all?" Jay inquired thoughtfully.
"Stuck?" Bruce said simply.
Iris's ringtone of, 'I need a Hero,' started going off and she reached into her pocket for a small black device and pulled it out and pressed it. The color changed from black to blue, and then she put it in her ear. "Hello?" She answered, walking away from the rest of the group.
"Woohooo! My best friend is back!" Green Lantern cheered, pumping his fist into the air and then tried to proceed to give me a highfive.
"I'm sorry," I apologized wholeheartedly, "...who are you?"
Silence, except for Iris's distant voice, filled the room.
Then Jay spoke up, "Of course he wouldn't know who you are. He is from the past… Unless he'd already met you in his timeline." He turned questioningly at me.
My forehead wrinkled, deep in thought. "I - it's really weird. Sometimes I get these flashbacks-"
"Ha, Flash. Good one," Hal chuckled briefly.
"Sometimes I get these flashbacks," I continued again, "with memories. I know I've met Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne. I know your name, Hal Jordan, but don't remember meeting you. But I haven't met you all in my timeline, so it's weird right?"
"Definitely weird," Hal Jordan agreed, slapping me on the back. "Well, I'm Hal Jordan, your soon-to-be best friend. Anything you need at all, you come to me. Alright?"
I grimaced and avoided my gaze with him. "Do I really want to be best friends with this guy? He introduced himself to me like we're going to get married or somethin'. I dunno. I better steer clear of him."
Bruce Wayne chuckled briefly. "Steer clear alright. He was best man at your wedding if that helps at all."
"Bruce!" Diana hissed warningly, but it was already too late. I had received the message. I was going to get married? I was instantly filled with hope and my thoughts once again returned to Iris.
"It's definitely NOT Iris, if that's what you're thinking," Hal Jordan added hastily.
And my hopes plummeted just as quickly. How was it that this guy could read my thoughts? Was he from the future, too? Ah. This was giving me a headache.
Victor rolled his eyes, "Like that's not hinting anything. Way to go, idiot."
Arthur cleared his throat, "Ahem. Cyborg? You saying that is also not helping the matter at hand."
Victor turned to him, "Insensitive much, Aquaman?" and raised his right hand as it was entirely biotic.
Arthur looked down at his webbed-feet while his cheeks turned red, "Sorry, Cyborg, I didn't mean- I mean, I'm pretty much like a fish." He joked at his own expense.
Hal scrunched up his nose as he took a sniff, "You sure smell like one, fishsticks. Don'tcha' ever take a shower?"
"Watch it!" Aquaman growled at him. "I practically live in the Ocean. What's the point of taking a shower if I'm just going to go back into the sea again?"
Hal sighed to Aquaman's obliviousness, and held up two of his fingers. "I'll give ya two words: Salt-Water. You've been living in it for far too long if you don't notice it. Now I just need some fries and chips, and we're all good."
I couldn't help it. I laughed. I laughed for being Alive. I laughed for Jay being Alive. It is a wonderful feeling! Being Alive. Cyborg chuckled along with me. Even SuperMan smiled a little. That was until Iris rejoin the group, her eyes were red. She had been crying. My laughter died down.
"The little Man…" SuperMan was quick to comment, eying at her for confirmation.
Iris nodded and burst into tears again. "I'm such a bad mother. I shouldn't have let him go back to school."
My eyebrows furrowed in suspicion at this. It was like, I dunno, they were having some sort secret conversation.
Hal Jordan raised his hand as if we were in school. "Uhh, I think we're all missing something here," he quipped.
"Yeah," Bruce said with a slight mischievous grin, "Your brain. Use your head, flashlight, it's not that hard to think."
Hal glared at him and mumbled, "Haha, real funny. Flashlights don't have heads, genius."
"Then what does that say about you?" Bruce's smile went up ever so slightly.
Just as Hal was about to make some snappy retort, I broke up the argument, "Okay, ENOUGH. Speedster's thinknearlytwiceenoughfasterthantheamountofampusedtopowerupaflashlight. Thatmakesyoubothdumb. AlthoughBruceHaldidjustsayyouwere a genius, soIdon'tknowwhatthat says about Hal," I shrug here, then turned to the women of my dreams, "What's up, Iris?"
Hal and Bruce just looked at him dumbfounded.
"Did you catch any of what he just said?" Hal whispered to Bruce. "All I heard was Bruce, Hal, and Iris."
Bruce's lips thinned agitatedly. "I think he's telling us off and insulting us. Well, you mostly."
"Oh," voiced Hal, comprehension dawning on his face. Then his expression turned furious, "Hey!"
"Pfft. Men," Diana scoffed, though she looked rather amused at the exchange.
"What is it, Iris?" I repeated again, more clearly this time, ignoring the whispers.
Iris was looking fearful and I couldn't help but be worried about her. There was no time for arguments if the love of my life was feeling down. It was worse, much worse than I expected.
"The school just called. It's Don," she explained quietly, "he's seriously sick. His fever is back and is at a higher temperature than before. I - I don't know what to do if he - if he - not right after -" she bursts into tears again.
I go over to her and wrap my strong arms comfortingly around her trembling shoulders. I know this isn't the time to be feeling this way, but my heart was racing like it was running faster than my legs could when I was the Flash. No, I still am the Flash.
Hal Jordan frowned disapprovingly. "Things were much more simple when he was under the ground," he whispered again.
Bruce quickly thwacked Hal on the side of the head, "You're digging your own grave." Followed by a, "Oww," from Hal.
Author's Note: Yayyy! I finally got the next chapter up. I am so sorry for the long wait. But I am pretty ill, myself. In December, I go in for surgery and sometimes I don't feel like writing much anymore because I just don't have the energy. It's been a problem =/ Especially because I do intend to finish this story one day. Although REVIEWS and Encouragement from you Awesome readers do help a ton xD What did you all think of Season 3 Flashpoint premiere? =)
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