She looked at him, her eyes locking onto the lightning bolt on his chest. With a final, desperate effort, she lunged forward and gripped his forearm.
He slowly pushed himself up on his elbows, blinking away the stars in his eyes. The violet rift was gone. The street was quiet again, save for the rain. The Flash675 viewsTV Show
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. She looked at him, her eyes locking onto
Barry tapped his comms, his voice breathless. "Cisco, Caitlin... I got her. Prepare the medbay." The violet rift was gone
To any bystander on the street below, it was just a sudden, violent streak of red and yellow light accompanied by a thunderous boom that rattled the windows. But for Barry, the world had slowed to a complete crawl. Raindrops hung motionless in the air like floating crystals. The bustling evening traffic was a gallery of frozen metal statues.
He saw the figure—a young woman clad in a dark speedster suit, her eyes wide with terror as her body phased rapidly between solid and intangible.
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.