The Cruise (PK Universe {Completed})

Chapter 4

As he stared into her brown, lifeless eyes, Barry couldn't believe it. Yesterday, just yesterday, this sweet, young girl had been in his arms, crying into his shirt. She hadn't had any scars on her arms then, had she?

Barry couldn't bring himself back from those thoughts. The ones that blamed himself, that told him he could've saved her.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the platinum blonde shoving past Anyone and anything to get to the little girl. She was sobbing, letting the water is with the blood and marble in the floor. "Lucy!" she yelled. She knelt down next to the body, and her pleas we're loud enough to wake Barry from his thoughts. She was screaming and crying and pleading, and no one had the heart to pull her away. Obviously, the two had been close.

This girl was a platinum blonde with some blue highlights. Her eyes were green, like Barry's, but it was hard to see with her bangs in the way. Her black sweatpants were darkening with the blood from the floor, but she didn't seem to care. Her yellow shirt had a smiley face, something that seemed too ironic and cruel.

Barry sighed, fighting the tears that were threatening to break. He knew what it was like to see a body of someone you cared about, to see the lifelessness in their eyes and the paleness of their skin. It was unnatural and something no child should have to see. That's why he walked over and gave her a hug, pulling her close to his body.

She pulled away quickly, more tears coming to replace the others. "Get away from me!" she yelled. She seemed heartbroken, her soul shattered.

Barry tried to just reach out an arm, but she shoved it back at him harshly. "Let me help you," he begged her quietly. She shook her head, her eyes glazing over. "It's my fault. I don't need anyone else to be hurt because of my mistakes."

He smiled sadly at her and shook his head. "It's not your fault," he pleaded. "Please, believe me. I went through all of them thought, the feelings. I understand. Hell, I feel it, too. But it is not your fault."

She stared up at him, a cruel smile on her lips. "How do you know? How do you know that isn't?"

Barry's sad smile didn't leave. "Because I've spent sleepless nights trying to tell myself it wasn't my fault when my soul was against me. Because I've cried to the point where I couldn't, pleading with myself to just grab that rope. You can't blame yourself, can't follow her lead." He leaned down so he was level with her so she would feel more comfortable.

The little girl sniffed, then she was sobbing, pulling herself closer to Barry instead of the other way around. She muttered muffled things, things Barry wished he could hear. One thing he did manage to make out, though, was, "I'm sorry."

They sat there for almost twenty minutes before she pulled away from him and scampered off. By then, both JJ and Lily were fighting the cops to get to him. 

JJ was having a rough time, making it easy for a cop to lift her up, bridal style, and carry her over to a secluded corner. According to the nametag, the cop's name was Veronica. They seemed to argue for a while before they decided to make their time more... productive. It was a mystery and a surprise that no one noticed either woman with their pants down. Apparently, JJ understood Barry more than she let on if the woman she was kissing was any indication.

Meanwhile, Lily was still going strong. She fought past them like an animal. It was a wonder the two blondes holding her could actually keep their grip. Barry had a feeling she was letting them, though.

So much for his helpful friends who cared more about their sex lives than him.

Sadly, he managed to miss the person he would be the most shocked to see. Well, except for anyone else he knew that wasn't on the cruise. Leonard Snart tapped him on the shoulder, someone passing the police tap unseen, and had the nerve to smirk at him. "Well, wasn't that a touching speech?" he drawled. Barry glared at him, trying to be fierce, and ended up looking like a frustrated puppy.