Chapter 33 – "The World Will Burn"
Star Labs stood in silence.
Every screen flickered. Every console sparked. The storm had passed—but its echo remained. Dante was gone, running across the Earth like a fury given form, a storm that screamed with grief and wrath. And no one knew how to stop him.
Not even Barry.
"Where is he now?" Cisco asked quietly, afraid of the answer.
"Everywhere," Stein replied. "Or maybe nowhere at all."
That's when the room froze again.
This time, not because of lightning—but because of him.
Eobard Thawne.
The yellow-suited man stepped out from the shadows like he owned the air they breathed. Calm. Confident. Cruel.
"Still trying to figure it out?" he mocked. "Still looking for answers in the ashes?"
Barry stepped forward without hesitation. "Where is Caitlin?!"
Eobard smiled. "Safe. For now."
Barry didn't wait.
He lunged forward, and the two speedsters clashed.
Red lightning struck yellow.
Every wall in Star Labs shook with the force of their speed. Windows shattered. Consoles exploded. Cisco ducked for cover as reverse-time sparks flew across the floor.
But Eobard wasn't here just to fight.
Mid-punch, he stopped. Dodged. Spoke.
"I'm giving you a gift, Barry."
Barry clenched his fists. "You kidnapped Caitlin!"
"I'm giving you a choice," Eobard said, pulling back. "You want her back? You want your life back? You want your mother alive?"
Barry froze.
Because he knew what came next.
"I'll help you go back in time," Eobard said softly. "To that night. The night your mother died. You stop it. You change everything. You give Dante the chance to save Caitlin. You fix it all."
Behind his words, behind that twisted smile, was manipulation. Poison. Temptation.
And Barry felt it.
The ache. The desire. The pull.
He remembered what Dante told him—if you go back, you destroy everything. But Barry still wanted it. Just for a moment. Just to see her again. Just to stop the scream. The blood. The death.
So he listened.
Eobard vanished in a yellow blur and returned dragging a massive metal sphere—the time machine. The circular construct hummed with energy, rising into the air on stabilizers.
"This is your way," Eobard said. "You run. I harness your speed. You go back. I go forward—back to my time, where I belong. We both get what we want."
Barry looked at him.
"Dante gets Caitlin. You get your mother. Everyone wins."
But then—
It came.
The scream.
Not a voice, but a roar. It shattered glass across cities. A sound that bent clouds, made oceans tremble, and thunder retreat.
"I SWEAR—IF I DON'T FIND HER—I WILL RIP THIS WORLD APART AND DESTROY HEAVEN AND HELL!"
Every human, every meta, every living soul heard it.
And they were afraid.
Eobard faltered. His smug grin vanished.
Barry clenched his jaw, pulled down his mask, and made his choice.
He ran.
The ground cracked as he took off, wind tearing through the lab. The machine roared to life, absorbing the Speed Force. The lights dimmed. Sparks flew.
In seconds, Barry disappeared into time.
Eobard smiled and stepped into his time sphere, his hands over the controls. The machine began to spin, glow, pulse—
Then time warped again.
Barry returned.
He burst back into the room, eyes blazing. A trail of fire followed his boots. He was breathless, angry, awake.
"No."
And with one strike, he shattered the machine's core.
BOOM.
The explosion rocked Star Labs. The sphere cracked, smoking. Eobard stumbled forward, snarling.
"You—you fool!" he screamed.
Barry stood his ground. "I'm not trading one life for another. I won't become you."
Eobard lunged—and the fight began again.
But this time it was worse.
Faster.
Darker.
Blows that could split stone. Punches that cracked the air. Barry gave everything he had—but Eobard was better, sharper, crueler. Every hit Barry landed, Eobard returned harder. He didn't just want to kill Barry.
He wanted him to suffer.
And Barry was losing.
Bruised. Bloodied. Pushed to his limits.
Until—
The world changed again.
The storm returned.
Not just wind. Not just lightning.
A force. A scream. A fury.
The walls of Star Labs exploded inward. Lights burst. Electricity died. Everything went dark except for the red glow filling the room.
He didn't run in.
He erupted into existence.
A scarlet blur that cracked the ground, shattered walls, and sent shockwaves through every surface.
And in the center of the blast—Dante.
His clothes where scorched. His chest heaving. His body dripping with red lightning like his blood had become rage.
His eyes glowed pure crimson. Unhuman. Divine.
Eobard turned, eyes wide for the first time.
"Wait—"
But there was no wait.
There was no mercy.
Dante surged forward in one thunderous strike.
And in the blink of a moment—
His fist went through Eobard's chest.
Straight through the Reverse Flash's armor. Through flesh. Through bone.
He held Eobard's still-beating heart in his glowing hand.
Time froze.
Eobard gasped.
Then he collapsed—lifeless—into the dirt and ash of his ruined machine.
The Reverse Flash was dead.
Dante stood over his corpse, breathing hard. The heart in his hand disintegrated into red sparks. Silence followed, until Barry finally caught his breath and whispered:
"Dante…"
But Dante didn't look at him.
He looked up.
His voice was low. Dark. Hollow.
"I'm not done."
And just like that—
He vanished.
Gone into the storm again.
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