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Memory Theatre Narrative
Apr. 3rd, 2019 03:46 pmIt was a slaughter, really. Several time remnants of Barry Allen, anywhere from 7-10 of them, all created with the purpose of saving Iris West from Savitar. Enough to throw one at every angle in an attempt to keep Savitar as off balance as possible, drag him out of that damned armor and throw him into the pipeline. Whoever he was. Save Iris before he could kill her. It could've worked. It should've worked. Why didn't it work?
It was like he'd been expecting it, and he'd slaughtered them one by one. Tore them apart, broke them into pieces. All but one who remained on the ground out in the field with Savitar a distant gleam of armor as he sped off with Kid Flash and Flash himself in pursuit.
The remnant that was left the survivor, he didn't know if anyone was monitoring him or any of them back in the labs. If anyone was coming. It seemed not, since he saw no breaches opening, not anything. Did it even matter if they did? Like the bodies of the other remnants currently were, he should have been vanishing into nothing back into the speedforce or wherever time remnants went when they were no longer needed. When their time ran out.
And yet he wasn't. Yet he still lay in this place, a broken armor blade in his shoulder, barely missing an artery. Broken bones in his leg and his back, burns on his face where the mask had been ripped off and the monster in armor had grabbed him and ran before throwning him to the ground. He could still feel it all, even though he was disposable. Even though he should be gone.
But no one came. Still no one came. No Cisco, No HR, no Julian no anyone. No noise over the comms, utter silence in the night.
It was like he'd been expecting it, and he'd slaughtered them one by one. Tore them apart, broke them into pieces. All but one who remained on the ground out in the field with Savitar a distant gleam of armor as he sped off with Kid Flash and Flash himself in pursuit.
The remnant that was left the survivor, he didn't know if anyone was monitoring him or any of them back in the labs. If anyone was coming. It seemed not, since he saw no breaches opening, not anything. Did it even matter if they did? Like the bodies of the other remnants currently were, he should have been vanishing into nothing back into the speedforce or wherever time remnants went when they were no longer needed. When their time ran out.
And yet he wasn't. Yet he still lay in this place, a broken armor blade in his shoulder, barely missing an artery. Broken bones in his leg and his back, burns on his face where the mask had been ripped off and the monster in armor had grabbed him and ran before throwning him to the ground. He could still feel it all, even though he was disposable. Even though he should be gone.
But no one came. Still no one came. No Cisco, No HR, no Julian no anyone. No noise over the comms, utter silence in the night.
