What is silence ?
Some of us will say silence is emptiness. Some will refer to it as peace. For me, Silence is art for those who understand it. Claude Debussy once said: "Music is the silence between the notes". In other words, If It wasn't for silence music would never exist and if it wasn't for sadness, happiness would never exist because sometimes we need the curse to feel the blessing. We need the bad to feel the good. We need to hate to feel love. And we need darkness to reach light.
It's been a week since Clyde Mardon's death. Central city was never the same after that night. I mean in the positive way thanks to the streak, It's been saving a lot of lives lately, and I'm sure he's becoming this city's new hero. I talked to Iris about that thing and she totally agreed with me.
Anyway, I am now with Joe on a crime scene, "Joe, even though the shoes have the same size, these footprints belong to six guys; look they're kind of chaotically crossed." I said as Joe pulled me out of the zone.
"Tia, How many time do I have to tell you to stay away and wait for Barry." He said
"I was just saying what I noticed." I protested "Plus, Barry is no-"
"Hey sorry I'm late" Barry showed up
"He's here" I murmured.
"Hey Tia" He said smiling at me.
A price tag was hanging from his coat but Joe removed it quickly.
"Oh, huh, I was going so fast this morning, I didn't even notice" His face went red as he explained.
Eddie showed us the surveillance camera's recording and it showed only one person shooting the poor man, then, the screen went black.
We all looked at Barry who was jumping like a fool right in the middle of the crime scene. When he finished his dance he confirmed that we should be looking for 6 guys.
"See?" I told Joe. However, he ignored me as Barry started acting weirdly.
"Barry? What about some coffee later?" I asked worried.
"Coffee? Of course, I love coffee" he said "So see you at Jitters"
I rolled my eyes and left, why is he acting like that? He's been super awkward since that night and I started getting worried about him.
So, Six guns stolen, six men footprints with the same size but only one man in front of the camera. Suspicious.
Well, I'm having these crazy thoughts lately, about super humans like Mardon and the streak. But when I think of it that way it makes more sense. I don't think that by chance those six criminals having the same shoe size is arbitrary. Maybe it's one guy with 12 feet and 6 hands, some kind of a human-octopus hybrid.
Suddenly, Barry entered the lab urged, he seemed a little angry.
"You okay?" I questioned
"It's obvious I'm not the happiest man ever today." He responded
"need some help?" I asked again
"No thank you I think I can do it by myself" He rejected politely
"sure?"
He looked at me suspiciously as he approached slowly.
"What?" I said "What does that look mean"
He just continued moving forward silently.
"Barry you're scaring me" I snapped "What is it?"
He pulled me closer reducing the space between us as he whispered "Hestia, I'm alright I can handle it alone, everyone is telling me what to do, please Hestia don't be like them"
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