Barry Allen Dies Novels & Stories

Matthew had come back for him, and Melody was to go to the event with his wife, Amy. So Allan was now here at the event, wishing he wasn’t, tired of being bombarded with questions as to where he was, false concern as to how he holding up, and hypocritical interest as to what he was going to do now that he was back in the world of the living. They wanted Allan Sinclair, billionaire, businessman extraordinaire. What they didn’t seem to realize was that man wasn’t back and never would be. He’d died in that fire with Riana. All that was left of him was a shadow. “Nothing but a shadow, that’s what I am.”

"What did you just say?" "Mr. Jones, I said, Madam has passed away," the assistant repeated, his voice cautious. "In the hospital's operating room—right next to Miss Darby's. Her body is still on the operating table. For some reason, no one has taken care of it. You should come and see for yourself. There's blood everywhere." Allen finally came back to his senses. When he spoke, his voice trembled beyond control. "What are you talking about? Mia is fine. She called me yesterday. How could she be dead?"

He tries to tune out all her words but they attacked his head like hornets, buzzing and stinging and insisting to be let in. “No,” he tries to say again, but the nurse breaks all the barriers he created between him and Allie’s disappearance. “That’s simply not true.” “I didn’t expect you to not know,” the nurse continues, her tone softening. Andrew can’t tell if it’s from disappointment or concern. “But Allie is dead. She’s been dead for a month now. I’m sorry you weren’t there and you didn’t know.”

He bent over and looked at his apprentice in confusion. Barry's tears rolled down his cheeks as he cried, "My whole family's dead. Mother, Father… They're all gone. I thought the rest of my life would be like this, but here you are. It's great to know you're alive, sir.” He was overjoyed, a clear indication that he had gone through a lot recently. Adrian helped Barry to his feet and asked, "What happened to you?"

He might be dangerous but not like his father. “I'm stuck; he wouldn't let me leave.” My voice laced with an hint of sadness – because I hadn't found my escape route. A bit fulfilled – because I had a lot of evidence, just to execute it. “I was with Chiara at the hospital, and the doctor told me. I don't know if she told you about it, but it remained a secret between us.” It pained me to even recall that scenario. “Doctor Allen died this morning? It's in the news. He saved my life when I suffered a terminal illness years ago.” His voice dripped with sadness, explaining his mood when he entered, not even the entire Chiara's issue.

“Yes, sure,” Alessa replied. They were all gathered in the living room, waiting for the latest update in society. “It's going to be fine,” Tyler whispered to Tracy and rubbed her shoulders. The news finally came on and everyone paid attention to it. “This is it,” Aria said as they all stared at the screen. Immediately, Bryan’s phone rang and he realized it was his mother. He ignored it and paid attention to the screen. “The popular billionaire, Mr. Hart was found dead in his study minutes ago. His cause of death was due to an overdose. Our condolences to his family and loved ones.”

he inquires further. “No, I don’t think so.” I say, my stomach twisting. Why do I have a strange feeling that Liam isn’t telling me something I need to know? There’s silence on the other end and I hate whenever Liam does this, but after knowing him for so many years, I know that he’s finding a better way to deliver whatever he wants to say gently. A minute passes but I probe him. “Liam?” “Barbara is dead.” He says almost too quickly and I freeze. Arya probably heard this because she squeezes my hand gently, I look at her, gulping down nothing.

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.

A single tear rolling down his cheek before he collapsed back onto the bed, lifeless. "No,no,no,no." The news anchor’s voice filled the silence. “Zared Williams, known for his innovative contributions to technology and his efforts towards hi company, was pronounced dead at 10:47 p.m. Doctors have confirmed that his death was caused by the disconnection of critical life-support machines. Despite being close to a full recovery, it appears Mr. Williams made the decision to end his life. What the doctors are calling an apparent suicide."

"Did something happen back at home?" Barney sighed, not knowing where or how to start. "Something happened, but not at home." "What is it?" Gene asked. Her voice had lost the joyful enthusiasm. "What happened?" "It's Avery," Barney said. "She is... dead." There was such a long, still silence that Barney looked at the phone to make sure that they were still connected. "No!" Gene said very softly. "I'm sorry, Gene," barney whispered. "I just thought you should know."