Flash: Whispers In The Speedforce

"Now, you're allowed to start okay?"

*mindscape eye-roll*

Okay so, for what I'm about to tell you, you need to do something first...believe in the logical okay?

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As I raced towards the crime scene, my mind couldn't help but drift back to the defining moments of my life.

Memories of my childhood flooded my thoughts, the echoes of a time when running meant escaping bullies, protecting others, and getting beaten up in the process.

I was always a fast kid, but back then, I couldn't have imagined the speed I possess now. The memories of that fateful night, 14 years ago, still haunt me. The night when everything changed.

I vividly recall waking up to strange noises and rushing downstairs to find my mother, Nora, surrounded by a swirling mass of red and yellow lightning. I can still hear her voice, urging me to stay back, while my father, Henry, desperately told me to run.

Without understanding what was happening, I ran as fast as my young legs could carry me. The red lightning engulfed me, and the next thing I knew, I was outside, confused and terrified. I sprinted back to my house, praying that everything would return to normal.

But it never did.

Shaking off the memories, I focused on the present as I arrived at the crime scene. My fellow officers greeted me with nods and acknowledging smiles. We were a tight-knit group, and they respected my skills as a forensic crime scene assistant.

"Hey, Barry, back from Starling City?" one of my colleagues asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, just got back," I replied with a smile. "Helped Team Arrow with a case. You won't believe the tricks those arrows can do."

My colleagues chuckled, familiar with my involvement in the larger superhero community. Sharing stories from my encounters with other heroes brought a sense of camaraderie, and I enjoyed seeing their eyes light up with curiosity.

But beneath the banter and lightheartedness, my mind never strayed far from my ultimate quest. I was determined to uncover the truth about my mother's murder and clear my father's name.

As I examined the crime scene, my attention to detail kicked into high gear. The evidence spoke volumes, and I absorbed every minute detail, filing it away in my mind. I knew that one day, all these pieces would come together, leading me closer to the answers I sought.

"Barry, you've got quite the reputation for cracking cases," my partner remarked, breaking my concentration.

I shrugged, modestly accepting the compliment. "Just doing my job, trying to make a difference."

But it was more than that. My dedication to the job went beyond just being a CSI investigator. It was fueled by an unyielding desire for justice, for closure. The case I worked on today was just another step towards that goal.

Throughout the day, I caught glimpses of my superhuman speed. Swift movements, and agile reflexes—traits that set me apart from others. Yet, I remained careful, ensuring that my abilities remained hidden, known only to a select few.

As the day progressed, Central City faced yet another metahuman threat, one that required the intervention of The Flash. The tension in the city was palpable, and I could sense the fear and uncertainty among its people.

I found solace in my role as the unseen guardian angel of Central City. As I donned my scarlet suit, I knew that it was my duty to protect the innocent, to stand up against those who would use their newfound powers for evil.

"Flash, we need you!" a voice crackled over my comms, calling me into action.

With a surge of adrenaline, I shot off, racing through the city, my legs a blur of red lightning. The wind whipped against my face, and the exhilaration of my speed coursed through my veins.

As I confronted the metahuman threat, engaging in a high-speed battle, I felt a sense of purpose. This was what I was meant to do—using my speed and abilities to defend those who couldn't defend themselves.

In the midst of the chaos and danger, I never lost sight of my personal journey. The memories of that tragic night, the quest to uncover the truth, and the weight of my father's imprisonment fueled my determination.

Each step I took, each villain I faced, brought me closer to the answers I sought. The journey was long and treacherous, but I refused to give up. The truth was out there, waiting to be unveiled.

As I raced against the forces of darkness, Central City would soon learn what Barry Allen had become—The Flash, the fastest man alive.

"Dude, what the hell?"

"What?"

"That's so far ahead dumbass let's go back, okay idiot?"

Yeah...that's the part I wanted to get rid of...you see he came a whole back yet somehow was there from the beginning.

"I feel like you're insulting me and to that I say, any insult you say to me is insulting me, dumbass,"

Yeah, he's really good at saying the obvious and twisting the words I say anything but let's begin from the beginning.

My Name is Barry Allen and I'm-

"Zoom wishes to know your location!"

This mother-

"Lack of a motherf*cker actually, remember Phrasing!"

Can I just?

"Yeah man, you just go to ask"

And I'm the fastest man alive...until all the competitors from the future came.