Chapter 54 – "The End of Zoom"
It only took half an hour.
Thirty minutes.
That's how long it took Dante to kill them all.
Zoom's army—every last metahuman, every last pawn—erased like ink in water.
And then…
He ran.
After seeing where she died one last time he run again
The wind didn't scream with him.
The world didn't flash.
There was only a silence that carved through existence like a razor.
He found Zoom standing at the edge of a high-rise rooftop.
The city lights flickered beneath them.
Zoom stood still, arms behind his back, like a king overlooking his ruined kingdom.
He turned when he felt Dante's presence.
That cold, boiling stillness behind him.
He didn't flinch. He didn't panic.
He smiled.
"Pathetic," Zoom said softly.
Dante said nothing.
"You have all this power," Zoom went on, "and you only use it after watching someone die. Someone you didn't even know."
His voice was smooth, mockingly disappointed.
"You're a joke, Dante. A weak little boy wrapped in power he doesn't deserve. Crying over women who never loved him. One chose someone else. And now? You weep for a corpse who looked like her."
Dante just stared.
"You're the most pathetic metahuman I've ever seen," Zoom hissed, stepping forward. "I'm actually ashamed that I have to fight you."
Still, Dante didn't speak.
Didn't move.
Didn't blink.
Zoom paused, then chuckled, and pulled his demon mask down.
The time had come.
He didn't plan to beat Dante.
He knew he couldn't.
But that was never the plan.
All this carnage. All this chaos.
It was to charge the device.
A machine that fed on Speed Force.
His Speed Force.
Dante's… whatever he was.
Together, the energy was enough.
Enough to tear open a portal to another world.
A world without the Flash.
Without resistance.
Where Zoom could start over.
He smiled to himself.
It was time.
He crouched slightly, preparing to run.
To vanish.
To escape.
And then…
He blinked.
That's all.
Just blinked.
But in that fraction of a second—less than a thought—Dante moved.
Zoom didn't even see it.
One moment he was ready.
The next—
He was on the ground.
Breathing heavy.
Not out of fear.
Not yet.
He looked down.
And saw it.
His legs.
Gone.
Not broken.
Ripped off.
Two severed stumps leaked blood onto the rooftop.
There was no pain.
Not yet.
His brain hadn't caught up.
He looked up, eyes wide.
Dante stood in front of him.
Holding the legs.
Like discarded meat.
He dropped them.
Thud.
Then walked forward.
Zoom gasped and tried to pull himself away with his hands, dragging his ruined body like a snake.
Another blink—
And he fell again.
Harder.
He looked to his side.
Left…
Right…
His arms were gone.
Torn off.
Jagged flesh.
Bone.
Blood spraying across the rooftop like a horror film come to life.
This time the pain came.
Searing.
Burning.
Unreal.
He opened his mouth.
Not to mock.
Not to taunt.
But to scream.
A raw, primal cry of terror and agony that tore through the night sky like thunder.
Central City heard it.
They didn't know what it was.
Didn't know who it was.
But every dog barked.
Every child cried.
Every adult went still.
In S.T.A.R. Labs, alarms blared.
The monitors flashed red.
Cisco's console exploded with readings—Speed Force rupture, unknown energy levels, blood signatures.
"Something's happening," he muttered. "Something bad."
The screen opened.
A live feed from the top of the Westview building.
A storm.
Red.
Boiling.
A storm of blood and silence.
"Dante," Barry whispered.
He didn't wait.
He suited up and ran.
In five seconds, he was there.
And what he saw froze him mid-step.
Pieces.
That's all that was left.
Of him.
Of Zoom.
Not a body.
Just chunks.
Small, wet, twitching pieces of flesh scattered across the rooftop like shredded meat.
Arms.
Legs.
A cracked mask.
A smear of black cloth soaked in blood.
And in the center—
Dante.
Standing over it.
Hands dripping.
Face blank.
No anger.
No satisfaction.
Just… silence.
Pure, absolute stillness.
Barry didn't move.
He couldn't.
He'd fought Reverse-Flash.
Zoom.
And so many other metahuman
But he'd never seen this.
He stepped forward cautiously.
"Dante…" he said softly.
No response.
"Why…?"
Dante didn't look at him.
Didn't speak.
Didn't flinch.
He stood like a statue.
A monument to grief.
A symbol of destruction.
Barry's voice trembled. "You didn't have to do this."
Still nothing.
Then…
A whisper.
So quiet Barry almost missed it.
"She said she wished she met me earlier."
A pause.
"And now she never will."
The storm above them broke.
Rain fell.
Thin.
Cold.
Washing the blood slowly from Dante's arms.
And he just stood there.
As Zoom's remains dissolved beneath him.
The nightmare was over.
But something worse had just begun.
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