To Flash and Beyond (The Flash)

Chapter 1

Barry Allen opened his eyes. He lay down in his brown pants and a purple shirt. His surroundings were somewhat recognizable. He lay in a room, full of Science Posters. The room however was in a complete mess. Clutters of paper with unrecognizable handwriting was scattered across the floor. The stuffy room was suffocating but gave a sense of relief to Barry. He wondered if he was dreaming and that none of the time-travel had ever worked out. The door to the room opened.

"Yo buddy! Sup?" A man in a brown jacket and a well-built body approached Barry and threw himself upon him. Barry recognized this person.

It was Tony Woodward!

He was the person who bullied Barry as a child and grew up to become a threatening meta-human, The Girder.

"Tony Woodward?" Barry looked up at Tony with curiosity and bewilderment.

"That my name bud!" Tony punched him in the shoulder.

"How are you... I mean... you died... Like you-"

" What up with you dude? Why you actin' weirdo?" Tony Woodward sniggered and suspicion was visible in his big, brown eyes.

Barry was still confused and nothing made sense. His thoughts were interrupted by the vibration in his pocket.

"Allen," Tony Woodward called. He was now completely irritated, frustrated, angry and the words just didn't end. Barry still seemed lost. He was mumbling under his breath and recounting the past events.

"ALLEN! Comprendo? Hello sunshine!" Tony Woodward shouted loudly. His face was red.

"Um...eh... Tony... do you know anything regarding The Flash by any chance?" Barry asked.

"You lost it matie, I'm tellin' you bud, somethins wrong withya. And The Flash...yeah I know that name..." Tony smirked, giving Barry a reassuring glance.

Barry knew something was terribly wrong...because whatever crazy dream this was, he knew that he would never team up with the feared Girder.

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" So you know about it...everything Tony?" Barry asked. A look of worriedness was spread across his face.

" I know The Flash inside out Allen."

Barry got even more worried at hearing this.

The Girder knew his identity!

" Look Tony...Girder whatever! What has happened? How do I know you? How the hell are you still alive? And...I do not recall EVER allying with you, a feared meta-human. I have had some memory loss or something and I had this crazy dream of travelling back in time. I did it once by chance...but Tony you know-"

" Barry Barry BARRY! What the hell are ya talkin' bout. Easy boy! You tried some o' that cocaine I fed ya in that raid or wha? I ain't no Girder man. And what was that word you said...that meta-something person. You never travelled back in time bruh... had ya... then you would've surely told yo homie. An' as far the matter of The Flash is related... I do know photoshop and Adobe Flash inside out. We had a lot of fun with that blackie's daughter." Tony stared at Barry with an angry look.

" THAT FLASH.... Like the Adobe Flash! Oh okay... Phew... good riddance....and which "blackie's" daughter Tony?"

" Joe West's daughter! Iris...you remember that douchebag don't ya. We spoilt her life in high school. She had that girly attitude dint ya think? She acted too cool for a cop's kid. And she had the effin' guts to effin' reject me... Tony Woodward, the coolest guy. The way we edited her photo into that nude pic... oh that's so awesome...I just still feel so great cherishing those sweet memories." Tony burst into a series of laughter.

Barry, however, gasped in horror.

" Iris West... When did I... Tony she is my best bud... what the fuck are you talking about? I would never ever hurt her like that. And I respect Joe a lot!"

"Joe West? You respect that blackie? He is the guy who has fucked the shit outta our lives Barry. He loads us with job after job and that too on PURPOSE!" Tony grunted.

" What do you mean that he loads you with job after job? Are you a part of meta-human task force."

"I ain't got no fucking idea 'bout no task force but me and you Mr.Allen are in the CCPD".

Before Barry could object to Tony being in the CCPD something in his pocket vibrated. He produced a Samsung phone from his pocket. Someone named "Blackie" was ringing him.

Tony glanced at the screen.

"It's him! It's the Blackie! Tell him anything. Tell him yo mama's sick. Tell him-"

" Tony it's not funny. My mother's dead." Barry hung his head low in depression. The door to his room opened. A woman entered the room. She looked like his mother, Nora Allen.

" Your mother is completely fine and if your senior is calling you, YOU BETTER PICK IT UP MR. BARRY ALLEN!" the woman scowled.

" 'Scuse me!" Barry was sure he didn't know this woman even though she seemed unusually similar to his mother.

" Be easy on my slugger! He's had a tough weekend with his hunky gay boss shouting orders at him." A similar man said as he emerged too.

"HENRY!"the woman gritted. "LANGUAGE!"

Barry recognized the man. It was his father, Henry Allen! "DAD!" Barry shouted and threw himself upon his father. Tears streamed down his face.

"Dad you're back! I thought... I thought that-"

" I was just away for a morning walk Barry. And you were busy snoozing away." Henry said.

" Son, has something happened?" the woman asked.

"Mom?" Barry asked.

"Yes?"

"MOM! I thought that I thought-"

Barry stopped. It was then that realization dawned upon him. He had made it! He had saved his mother! It was not any dream. He had already acted a bit crazy and made a mental note not to leave any more clues.

"I thought that it's just about time to pick up Joe's phone," Barry finished. 

Things couldn't be any better.