❝ IT'S NOT TOO
LATE TO, TOO
LATE TO SAVE
YOU. ❞
The moment Violett Hale heard Barry Allen's voice, she knew she was in trouble. She tried, but she couldn't resist the mellifluous sound coming through h...
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twenty six | pray for me—the weeknd
I jump into the breach that will take me to Earth-2, hardly caring about leaving behind a very confused Tracy Brand and H.R. Wells as well as the explanations to Cisco, for I need to get to Savitar as soon as possible and explanations from my part will have to wait. I arrive to the very same room I stood in two seconds ago, with the slight difference that this breach room is slightly cramped and has poor illumination, not that matters right now.
The scene I find on the other side of the multiverse makes my façade falter for a second, quickly pulling myself together as the onslaught of emotions begins inside me when I see Wally thrown on the floor with his face contorted in utter agony, crying out in pain; the rest of the West family have their eyes on me, showcasing the affright and surprise that strikes them. As for Harry Wells, you could see the discombobulation obtruding upon his being when I take my place next to Savitar—who is now inside the armour, frozen in a kneeling position.
"How many times do I have to explain that I am faster than a speeding bullet?" I question when I realize I'm staring down the barrel of the detective's handgun and also Harry Wells's eye behind that riffle of his, but I stay put, playing my part. All of a sudden, Savitar is speeding his way behind Iris—who jumps out of her skin at the sudden presence behind her, a frightened scream bubbling in her throat, "Surprise!" I intone with a grin on my lips, observing how Joe protectively pulls his daughter behind him. Nobody seems to pay attention to the mad woman I'm trying to pull off, I don't blame them, they're all taking in the lurid scene before them.
"Oh my god. It's really true," the detective manages when his eyes fall on the familiar face before him.
"It is," Savitar says, his voice dark, "aim that gun at me or her and I'll kill you," he orders to Harry—who drops the gun straight away. I begin to pace around the room as if keeping an eye upon them or making sure nobody does something stupid when I'm actually studying the entire situation in order to anticipate an outcome, however, the sight of Wally writhing on the floor like that is not helping. The urge to help him crawls under my skin, threatening my body to throw itself beside him to assist him with the little medical knowledge I have.
"You were my son once," Joe West utters to the man that once upon a time was Barry Allen with unmistakable heartache in his voice, "whatever I did to make you feel this way, I'm sorry. Please, Barry."
"That's not my name," the personage mutters, his teeth gritted. I find myself bemused by the scene while thinking that nobody will really understand how he's feeling. None of them, none of us, has been cast aside by our own family like he has, just because he was thought to be the time remnant and not the original. He's still Barry, though, the darkest parts of him that is. This man lives within the Barry Allen we know and doesn't get to take over because he has a loving family, people that keep him grounded and fill his life with light. It's saddening what losing that light can do to you, being shunned by your own family. I close my eyes when I hear Joe say his name once again, the tremor in his voice making my heart ache, "That's not my name!" The man yells enraged.
