TRICKSTERS [BARRY ALLEN]

00. EARTH-27

"I promise I'll be back in a flash, Iris," Barry promised looking right through the sparkling jet black eyes of his bride.

"Just be safe. I love you!" She kissed him goodbye, hoping that he would return safe and sound alongside her little brother.

When The Flash left S.T.A.R Labs, Iris sighed, she had bad a feeling about Barry's plan to find Wally on another earth and she couldn't explain why.

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When Barry stepped in earth-27, he could barely believe his own eyes. As he looked around to a new Central City, he felt as if he was in a Western movie - except for the snow that kept falling from the cloudy gray sky -, Barry checked his location, not entirely sure he landed on the right place. There were only a few houses made of wood, there were many horses - too many, actually - but what caught his attention was the Saloon. A large wooden building that was, without a doubt, the only thing truly interesting in the weird Central City of earth-27.

Since Barry couldn't spot anyone he decided to walk into the Saloon. The moment he stepped into it, a few curious eyes stared right at him. He couldn't blame them for staring, after all, his red suit was way different than the clothes the local civilians were wearing.

He leaned against the counter, waiting for the curly-haired girl to turn around. As she did, Barry had the need to hold his breath. The girl's heart-shaped face matched perfectly with her joyful chestnut eyes, she had thin lips that curved upwards making it look like she was always smiling and her golden brown hair covered her left eye making the girl look mysterious. She was stunning and he couldn't deny it despite the fact that he had a girlfriend.

The unknown girl looked at him and smiled.

"What can I get ya, stranger?"

"I need information. First of all, what year is it?"

"2017." She answered not finding his question weird at all.

"You sure? I mean it looks like we're in the XIX century. No offense."

"None was taken. Who are you, stranger? You're not from around here. I would know. I run this city!"

"I'm Barry. So, you're like the mayor?" Barry questioned, hoping she would have seen Wally around.

"Kinda. My brother's the sheriff. The million dollar question is... how did you get here?"

He didn't have time to answer her question, as a man entered the Saloon.

"Mon-El?" Barry mumbled in confusion.

"Becca!" He yelled not caring about those who were inside the Saloon. "We have a trespasser!"

"I am aware, Hunter. No need to yell. He's right here." She stated calmly pointing to Barry. 

Barry Allen was, without a doubt, utterly confused, but he was sure of one thing as the man he believed to be Hunter approached him. He had made a big fat mistake coming to earth-27.  

"Hey there, Barry Allen. How's it going? Have you found Wally?" Hunter smirked and Barry felt shivers all over his body.

"I-I haven't." Barry stammered. "How do you know my name?"

"I know everything." He turned to the girl inside the counter and his arrogant smirk disappeared. "C'mon sis. Let's take Mr. Allen to the cozy cell of Central City."

"No. You won't!" This time, was Barry the one who smirked.

Barry left the Saloon in a flash and as he ran, he pictured the faces of those who were present in the Saloon when he left, especially Hunter. It must have been weird for them to see someone disappear in half a second. Out of nowhere, something made him stop and fall in the middle of the floor.  
"Don't you ever get tired of running?" His vision was blurry but he knew that voice belonged to a woman. "We've never been formally introduced. I'm Rebecca. Earth-27 is mine. Central City is mine. Your friend Wally, he's mine too. And so are you."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Barry protested, trying to get up but failing. 

"My brother and I, we made you believe you were in the old West. We made those people believe they were in the old West. Look around!" Rebecca provoked. "This Central City is much more advanced than yours. And is all mine."

"You've said that before." The Flash recalled, finally getting up. "So, what are you?" He asked looking around, it was exactly alike his Central City. The old West was all an illusion. 

"They call me Trickster." 

"They?"

"The citizens of Central City. It's a nice name actually. It fits me."

"I have a Trickster on my earth. I beat him."

"Tacenda." Rebecca said but Barry didn't understand. "Things better left unsaid." She clarified. "You're trapped here, Allen. There is no way out!" She laughed loudly, making The Flash wonder if he would ever see the ones he loved again.

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Heyy! So, this is just a small chapter where I try to explain briefly what the story's about. I hope you guys enjoy it, vote and comment your opinion. I'm really excited about this fanfic 😊
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