Time was running out. The dark clouds hung not far above them. Barry hesitated no longer and immediately began dismantling the huge tank. All he could do now was hope that the seemingly thin glass container was sturdy enough.
Barry was so fast that even Bliss and Cindy, standing on the road outside the scrapyard, saw only a ball of fire shoot up from underground, trailing a streak of lightning as it tore straight through the pitch-black night sky.
They had no idea what had happened, but something had clearly gone wrong in the underground laboratory. When they looked up, though, all they felt was rainwater streaming down their faces.
By then, Barry had finished dismantling it. He let out a breath, glanced at the dark ground below, then picked up the enormous liquid tank and jumped off the rocket.
The rocket flew on for only a few more seconds before exploding as it touched the clouds, like a small golden flower embroidered onto a curtain of black velvet.
This was not Barry's first time falling from a great height. He had done it countless times before. If he could run up the side of a building, then naturally he could run down the other side as well. Right now, he just needed something to push off from, something his feet could touch for even an instant.
His speed was astonishing, but Barry's greatest weakness was that he could not fly. Speedsters could ignore most physical laws, but they still needed friction against the ground to run forward.
Now, suspended in midair with nothing to brace against, he could only free-fall while clutching the huge tank. The Speed Force lightning faded from his body.
He was now a meteorite carrying deadly poison.
The dense rain blurred his vision, the howling