Barry was on the Central City Park, where no one was there since it was midnight. The lights were shining bright as the stars were sparkling in the dark sky. Despite being fourteen, Barry took a cigarette out that he stole from Joe and huffed. He stared at the stars with tiring eyes and a smile.
A homeless man was looking at the boy on the bridge from the children slides afar. At first, the man scoffed and just looked away for thirty seconds. The homeless man looked back one more time.
There was nothing. A smoking cigarette was on the ground.
The homeless man stood up in shock. He ran to where the bridge is and looked around. Nothing. The homeless man panicked.
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Barry Allen is Missing
FanfictionBarry Allen. A child prodigy. A child who helps the Central City Police. Well liked by the Police Officers. Has an awesome friend. Has his foster sister as his lover. A child who smiles a lot. But why would he run away? Joe will do anything to find...
