Barry From The Flash Novels & Stories

If he noticed, she couldn’t tell. ‘You have a deal, Barry. Now, slowly let her go. I’ll get her halfway.’ He lowered his hands and stalked to them as Barry cautiously pulled his hands from across Clarissa’s chest. Just some seven steps away from them, Barry flung Clarissa away from him and she stumbled and would have fell if Flynn hadn’t rushed over the remaining the distance. That slight distraction had been all he had needed… the opening so he could finally pull the trigger on the man who had caused him so much heart aches and rage.

As Matthias and Wyatt prepared to leave with the urns, the screech of tires and slamming of car doors shattered the silence outside. "Ha! I knew you'd come back, Wyatt!" A mocking laugh rang out as a young man in a wheelchair was carried from a car. Barry, crippled by Matthias and unable to seek revenge, had been venting his anger on Wyatt by ransacking his home. "Surround them! Don't let anyone escape!" Barry shouted, confident in the Crimson Titans he brought along. After all, each of them was a formidable fighter.

And the other guard noticed. "What is going on? Barry, are you okay there?" When there was no response, he slowly stood up. "Answer me, buddy." He was smarter than the first one, he brought a huge flashlight with him. Damn it, I needed to change tactics. Think fast! But then I saw the first guard on the ground, or maybe I don't have to? The angle he flashed the light on he couldn't see me at all. "What? Barry?! Are you alright? Wake up! Wake up!"