Blue Lantern Barry Allen Novelas e Histórias

It was clear he had a habit of eating high carb meals for breakfast because he had quite the stomach bulge on him. Officer Barren was a man of medium build, African American, and had dark brown eyes that almost looked black. His face was clean shaven but a small mole stood out on the side of his nose, he looked to be in his late twenties. Possibly younger. Azzo took out his business card and handed it to Officer Stills. “Azzo Eckehard, I’m here to see a client. She’s my client’s fiancé.”

He did a lot of things for me, and this was one of them. “I am sure Allen is in the storage. I could not trace his phone or his necklace, which means they have either destroyed it or dumped it somewhere far.” He typed on his keyboard before the screen narrowed on a blue signal symbol surrounded by four orange figures. “There he is — but I would say you guys might want to go in with the intention of getting him out first.” I stared at him, confused, but he pointed towards the symbol on the screen again. Shit. If the symbol on the screen for Allen was blue, that meant he was badly hurt.

He turned to look at Matteo and the blonde seemed to be deep in thoughts, Spade couldn't be distracted at this moment, not when Nate's life was at stake. Asides promising his sister that he'd bring Nate back, he also promised himself that he'd bring the young man back, it was more than just a promise to him, it was like a debt and rescuing Nate was the payment. They'd gotten close to the location, he turned to look at Bernie, then at Matteo. "We're almost there, gear up everyone" he roared out and they all nodded before they started, he pressed on the device in his ear "Stefano, it's time" he muttered into it and it went static for a few seconds before Stefano's voice came along

Copper and ozone. His pulse quickened. His grip tightened on the grip of the sidearm holstered at his hip. "You catch that?" Lucas, his lieutenant, stepped out of the shadows of the passenger side. "Blood. Lots of it. Fresh." The radio buzzed. “Alpha. Witnesses report a male, mid-twenties, fleeing Havenfall basement. Description matches the ghost boy. Mismatched eyes. Blue and violet.” Nathan straightened. The Cocolink syndicate didn't deal in ghosts, but the rumors of Logan’s prisoner had been a stain on the city for years. "Stay by the car," Nathan ordered, his voice a low vibration that brooked no argument.

To save the fucking humanity, but things changed when they already discovered the cure. I didn’t care if I wouldn’t receive the vaccine, as long as Iris wouldn’t be harmed. “Yes?” A voice from the radio echoed, probably Dr. Warren. He seemed to have the same voice from the radio back in the car. The radio message was probably legit, but why the guard suddenly froze when he heard Iris’ name. “There was a woman here claiming she’s Blue Iris Clayton, Dr. Warren.” the guard answered almost quickly. “Is she has bluer eyes?”

The man hesitated to say what he wanted to say, he was sweating thick beads of sweat now, because Allen had taken off his glasses again and was staring right into his eyes as if to squeeze out every bit of information in him. “Say” “He wants to offer Leah’s blood to his dead brother”, he fainted right after. “Didn’t expect any more from him”. Allen got what he wanted, so he ordered his men to send the man to Mulatto, dead or alive. *** Two hours before the fashion show, Allen was on his way to his mother's after a long time apart. He was going to begin exposure therapy.

“What are you standing there for? Hurry up, and continue treating my son! Useless frauds!” Despite their resentment, Adrian and the other doctors had no choice but to obey the demands of the Zenith Corporation. Kiran's eyes fell on Barry's face. His complexion should have been pale after he had lost so much blood, but it was now ruddy and full of life. Kiran smirked to himself. Barry was experiencing terminal lucidity, which meant he was nearing his death. Eyeing the Healing Elder, he thought, ‘This old fart’s not just greedy, but cruel too.’

The last two hesitated. Wasn’t Barry supposed to be crippled in one arm? Then how was he still so deadly? Sensing danger, the two men turned and ran. But Barry's eyes glinted coldly. He sprinted after them and cut them off. With a swift swing, he knocked both out cold. The leader, still conscious, cowered in fear before Barry’s dark expression. “Do you know who we are? How dare you touch us?” Barry sneered, planting his luxury leather shoe firmly on the man’s chest.

“Very well. Make it quick.” It was the longest fifteen minutes of my life. Officer Monet did not help with her constantly checking her watch and clicking her tongue as we waited for George Black to return from the cop car. The minute we saw him coming back, she snapped back to attention and resumed her haughty, detached attitude. “Well?” she asked. “He confessed,” George Black said simply. Officer Monet rolled her eyes. “To what?” “To being paid by one Bob Barbier to kill Crystal Blanchard and Noah Bernard.”

He was in the front seat as Louis Delano drove like a maniac into the clearing, heading for the old, disused well where Hila had last been spotted by Paddy’s incredible computers. Now he felt his heart stop for a minute. The message he had received from his security men who tailed Bianca discreetly, was alarming. Just three words but enough to make his heart stop. “BARRY IS DOWN.”