Barry Allen Dead Novels & Stories

This place isn't safe, he wasn't kidding when he said information about our whereabouts leaked. This is clearly a warning to use, so far almost all the people and clue we've been getting appears before the informant dies, this is clearly a work of soneone smart, what will he gain by letting us get the information first. This seems like a mind game for me. "Ch... Charles. He, he's dead Charles. He was murdered, someone killed him. Someone did this to him." We woke up to a call from Allen to watch the morning news and that's how we got wind of the situation. His body was badly bruised that I couldn't even recognize him. We came over here in a hurry and found his corpse lying in his bedroom.

He hurriedly picked up that call. “Hello…..” he uttered, restlessly. “Our work has been done. He is dead,” a huge grin formed on Ethan's face, hearing those words of that person. “Are you sure Zaiden Alvaro is dead?” He asked again for further confirmation. “Yes. Our people saw his men taking his body out of that house because when they reached there, he had already died, and now our informer told us that the doctors in the hospital has also declared him dead,”

Dad's body trembled as he reached out and hovered a hand over my nose, horror in his voice. "H-He's not breathing…" Mom rushed forward to check me as well. By now, I had been dead for seven or eight hours. My body was cold, my lips a deep purple, and even the red rash from my allergy had turned a chilling shade of purple. Seeing me like this, she was so shocked she could hardly speak. "Why… H-How did this happen…"

I asked him defensively obviously. "Nevermind, but there's a problem." he said to me. "What's it?" I asked immediately. From the sudden change of tone back to the dampened one when he had said that they had found the prisoner, I could tell something was amiss. "Tell me, Allen." I urged him. "He's dead." Allen said to me.

"Oh, really? What was the dream about?" "It was about me and Barry. He was telling me goodbye." Harper replied. Her reply sent chills down Derek's spine. He didn't believe in supernatural stuff by any means, and he had to admit that what Harper had just said was a tad unnerving. "Well, I'm glad you got to say goodbye to him. Listen, honey, I'm so very sorry, but Barry is no longer with us. He died this morning." Derek told her.

She squealed with horror when she saw what made the old man pale. Barry - dead in the bath tub. He was shot in the head. Blood had dripped down his chiseled features. Blood soaked his chocolate muscled chest. His pants were open. Blood splatter was on the clear shower curtain behind his body. Lindsay was sobbing. Brock and Troy pushed their way into the bathroom. “Damn it!” Brock yelled. “Oh God,” Troy groaned with grief. Lindsay’s cries were getting faint. Lexi assumed she had run back to her room.

David hurriedly hung up the phone and rushed to investigate. Allen is still standing in place and fell into deep thinking. Who is the one who wants to kill him desperately? Allen can't think of someone who hated him in West Coast City, if he thought of someone, it would be Erick, but he has been taken to prison by Allen, and it is said that his company has been closed down, it shouldn’t be him! But if it is not Erick, who is it?

Foam slowly started to dribble down his mouth, and then…blood. "Connor!" Allen said, rushing from his seat and trying his best to revive his dead friend. "Connor! Con…" he stopped in the middle of his ranting on hearing the click of a gun. He slowly rose his head up and his blue eyes met the effortlessly seductive barrel of a shotgun. "Knock Knock." The black man whispered *Booooooommmmmmm*

The situation was far more complicated. She gave a slight nod. Once they were seated in the car, Ariel asked, "The person who died in the accident—what exactly happened? Have you found out more?" She figured Jayson already knew something, given the two calls he had just taken. Jayson's eyes narrowed. "The worker had end-stage cancer." Ariel's fists tightened on her lap at those words. "His cancer was incurable. He had at most two months left. His daughter, who just turned 17, has leukemia. Her treatment costs a fortune. If he died from his illness, his wife would never be able to afford it."

said Allan sadly. "Come on...I'll help you explain to Eve later. I'm sure she'll understand. You be patient, okay?" said Tom encouraging his friend. "Thanks, Tom. You're the best friend. So what's the second news?" asked Allan, remembering their initial conversation. "The second news...is...Mr James Stewart...died in his apartment, a few days ago! But, his body was found this morning!" said Tom quietly. "WHAT?" *****