Chapter 32 – "The Storm That Rode"
The days passed in a silent blur.
No word from Wells.
No leads. No sightings. No shadows lurking at the edge of camera footage. Just emptiness. A void where a man once stood—a man who had twisted timelines, betrayed trust, and now vanished without a trace.
Then it happened.
On a morning that began like any other, Star Labs fell quiet. Barry had just walked into the Cortex. Cisco was already there, fiddling with a few diagnostics. Joe leaned against the wall, arms folded, deep in thought. Martin Stein sat beside the computers, skimming through quantum field simulations for traces of time displacement.
That was when they noticed.
The main screen came to life on its own.
A static buzz, then an image. Darkness. Then—
Blood.
Caitlin and Ronnie.
Both unconscious, tied to chairs, bruised and bleeding in some cold, unknown place. The shadows flickered behind them. A metallic clang echoed. Caitlin's head slumped forward, blood trickling from her temple. Ronnie wasn't moving.
Everyone froze.
Even Barry, who had faced death more times than he could count, stood paralyzed. Cisco's mouth dropped open, breath hitching. Martin Stein rose from his seat slowly, like his knees suddenly lost strength. Joe's jaw clenched tight, fists curled at his sides.
Then came the twist of the knife.
Wells stepped into frame.
Dante stood still as stone. His eyes locked on the screen. His heart stopped beating.
The image was brief. Wells looked directly into the camera—no words, no threats, just a smile. Cold. Calculated.
And then the screen went black.
The silence was broken not by words but by sound—raw sound.
A deep rumble beneath their feet.
The Cortex shook.
Sparks snapped from the lights above. Consoles flickered, glitching. Barry turned around in time to see Dante's chest rise and fall, faster and harder. A red glow pulsed behind his irises like fire waiting to burst from its prison.
Then it did.
Dante screamed.
A sound that tore the walls. His body exploded with red lightning, veins glowing like lava. The air shimmered with heat and rage as arcs of lightning danced across the floor, walls, and ceiling.
A storm was born.
It wasn't just power—it was wrath incarnate. Raw emotion turned elemental. He wasn't just angry. He was devastated.
Barry realized it in that moment. Wells didn't plan to kill Dante.
No. He knew he couldn't beat him. Dante was stronger. Faster. Wilder. No amount of strategy could level that playing field.
So Wells did what any coward would do.
He took the only person Dante truly cared about.
Caitlin Snow.
Barry took a step forward. "Dante—"
But it was too late.
The world blinked.
BOOM.
Red lightning cracked the sky above Star Labs. The storm outside turned violent. Thunder didn't rumble—it screamed. As if the heavens themselves recoiled.
And Dante vanished.
No sound. No echo. No blur. Just gone.
Barry didn't see him run. Because he didn't just run—he disappeared. As if the world could no longer contain the speed he moved at.
He was no longer a man.
He was a storm riding red lightning.
Central City trembled beneath him. Traffic lights exploded. Glass shattered in buildings he passed. People covered their ears as the scream of the dead echoed through the streets.
He found nothing.
He ran faster.
He didn't think. He didn't plan.
He hunted.
Star City felt it next.
Oliver Queen stood on a rooftop with Diggle and Roy when they heard it—not just thunder, but the scream. It wasn't human. It wasn't weather. It was something else entirely. Something angry.
"Was that... a storm?" Diggle asked.
Oliver narrowed his eyes.
"No," he whispered. "That was a man."
And then he was gone.
Dante tore through Star City like a ghost, searching every alley, every rooftop, every inch. There was no sign of Caitlin.
So he ran again.
National City.
Coast City.
Freeland.
Nothing.
Every step faster. Every breath louder. Red lightning left cracks in the earth and fire in the skies.
Then—a glimmer.
On the edge of a desert, he saw something unnatural.
The Waverider.
The time-traveling ship hovered silently over a canyon. Gideon detected his approach before anyone could react.
Dante didn't stop to knock.
He phased into the hull.
Sara Lance turned, hand on her weapon, only to be hit by a wind so violent it knocked her backward.
"Who the hell—"
But Dante didn't say a word.
He stared around the ship. He scanned every corridor, room, lab. Caitlin wasn't there.
His eyes burned with fury. Time itself seemed to ripple in his wake. Rip Hunter stepped out cautiously, hand raised.
"She's not here," Rip said. "Whoever you're looking for... this isn't where they are."
But Dante was already gone.
Again and again and again—he searched.
Gotham. Ivy Town. Metropolis. The Arctic.
He even ran through the ruins of the Time Vault. The particle accelerator tunnels. Abandoned labs. Forgotten facilities. Wherever Wells had ever stepped foot.
Still nothing.
He wasn't chasing anymore.
He was hunting.
A predator powered by heartbreak.
A storm that screamed like death.
Back in Star Labs, Barry stared at the broken screens. The scorch marks on the walls. The slight tremble still shaking the floor.
Cisco whispered, "He's... gone."
"No," Barry said, voice hoarse.
"He's running."
Martin Stein sat down slowly, the weight of what had happened sinking in. "He won't stop, will he?"
Barry shook his head.
"Would you?"
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Somewhere in the shadows, Eobard Thawne watched the chaos unfold with a calm, twisted satisfaction.
Dante was no longer the man he once was.
He had become something else.
And that was part of the plan.
Because if Dante's rage burned long enough, bright enough, maybe—just maybe—it would consume him too.
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A small note some cities are named here but they actually have superhero
But not in this world
On different world yes
In this earth itself just a city like Gotham city
In a different world it has batwoman
But in this earth it's just a city
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