As Barry and I stood in the tiny closet, I could feel his chest move up and down as he was breathing. He was sweating like a pig, but he still seemed pretty calm. After a while he finally averted his eyes from the wall, to me. He stared into my eyes, and I stared back.
"So, uh. About earlier. I'm sorry I was so aggressive and I shot at you, I just wanted to spook you to see if you would say anything else." He paused, breathing more rapidly now. "I didn't want you to feel afraid."
Luckily it wasn't too bright in the closet, so he couldn't see the look of disgust on my face. He shot at me 16 times, missing me by a centimeter each time and now he doesn't want me to feel afraid? What the hell? I thought to myself. I couldn't help but scoff in response. He straightened up a bit.
"What?" He asked, genuinely confused.
I started to say something but our conversation was quickly cut short by the sound of three gunshots, and a yelp of pain. We both went wide eyed and I started to fidget with my fingers. I didn't do too well when people I liked were in trouble. He could sense this and put his hand in mine. I pulled away. Who did this guy think he was? We heard someone hobbling down the stairs and another person running down. We heard yelling, more gunshots and then a door slam shut.
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Barry Berkman
FanfictionA fanfiction about Barry Berkman Y/N needs to kill this guy for Fuches, but will it go as planned? The first couple of chapters escalate very quickly, but I recommend sticking with it :) SEQUEL ABOUT SEASON 3 IS POSSIBLE
