The Flash Died

Barry stood trembling as he looked into the living room.

His mother was sitting quietly in the living room, just as she had in his memories. It had always been her habit.

Before he knew it, Barry's eyes had reddened, and tears were nearly spilling down his face uncontrollably.

How long had it been since he had seen his mother?

More than twenty years.

How many twenty-year spans did a person have in a lifetime?

"Mom..."

Barry murmured softly.

Whoosh!

At that moment, two figures rushed into the living room almost simultaneously. A violent lightning storm erupted without warning. Yellow and red lightning intertwined tightly, and the supercharged bolts spinning at high speed around the living room unleashed a massive hurricane, sending every decoration in the room flying.

Barry's expression changed, and he instinctively roared, "No!"

This was exactly what had happened when he was five. After hearing the commotion in the living room, he had hurried downstairs and witnessed the scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

It had also marked the beginning of more than twenty years of nightmares.

His hand rested on the door, but just as he was about to pull it open and charge in with gritted teeth, time seemed to stall for an instant.

The Flash, who was entangled with Reverse-Flash, lightly shook his head at the red-eyed Barry amid the flashes of lightning. He opened his mouth as though saying something.

Barry froze, his expression shifting. This was... his future self stopping him? But why? How could he possibly hold himself back?!

The next instant, the Flash and Reverse-Flash became entangled again. Amid the turbulence of the Speed Force, the two were fighting so fast that they could not be seen with the naked eye.

With reddened eyes, Barry