"That's because it's not a breach, Barry!" Caitlin's voice broke through the comms, tense with worry. "The energy signature is decaying. Whatever is trying to come through is tearing itself apart at a molecular level!"
The neon blur of Central City always looked different from the top of the CCPD building. Barry Allen stood at the edge of the roof, his cowl pulled back, letting the cool autumn breeze hit his face. To the rest of the world, he was the Fastest Man Alive. To the city, he was a guardian angel in red leather. But tonight, standing under the buzzing glow of a broken billboard, he just felt tired. His phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Cisco. The Flash675 viewsTV Show
Barry gritted his teeth. Through the fracturing purple light, he could see a silhouette. It was a person, reaching out, trapped in the agonizing friction between dimensions. He could hear faint, echoing screams overlapping on top of each other. "I have to go in and pull them out," Barry stated. "That's because it's not a breach, Barry
Barry reached out his hand, pushing his speed to its absolute limit to match her erratic vibrations. His muscles burned. His lungs screamed for air. Barry Allen stood at the edge of the
He pushed harder, feeling the Speed Force surge through his veins, a familiar, crackling warmth. He loved this feeling—the absolute freedom of the velocity—but the reading Cisco mentioned worried him. Tachyon spikes usually meant one thing: speedsters from another timeline, or worse, another Earth.
A few feet away from him, lying face down on the pavement, was the woman.
There, in the center of the square, the air was fracturing. Reality itself looked like a cracked mirror, glowing with a sickly, unstable violet light.