Chapter 88 – A Grave Between Brothers
Barry stood frozen in place. The darkness around him felt heavier now. The world didn't move. The street was silent. Cold. Dead.
He stared at Leon's crumpled body—shaking not from grief, not from sorrow—but from the final blow Dante had delivered. The rock had done more than break skin or bone. It had ended something. Not just a life—but a connection. A family.
Barry's breath hitched.
"Dante killed him," he whispered, his voice hoarse, hollow. "He actually… killed his brother."
He couldn't feel his legs anymore. The horror twisted in his stomach. He stumbled back a step and pressed his back against a brick wall, trying to stay standing. This wasn't what he came for. This wasn't truth—it was tragedy.
The hours crawled by. Barry didn't move. He remained in the shadows, watching. Waiting. Hoping someone would come.
But no one did.
No neighbors.
No cops.
No family.
Just silence.
The body of Leon lay there, alone and discarded like something forgotten by the world.
And that's when Barry knew he had to do something.
Leon already dead barry know that so if he takes his body and bury it . It will not break the timeline not really
Because he didn't do anything big to change the time
Or that what he thought
He stepped forward, knelt beside the body, and gently lifted Leon into his arms. Blood had dried around his head, matting his red hair. His face, once twisted with confusion and fear, now looked peaceful in death.
Barry looked around one last time—and then vanished into the wind.
A flash of lightning streaked across the city, and in a matter of seconds, they were miles away. Deep in the forest. A quiet place. A forgotten place. There, Barry dug the grave himself. Hands trembling, tears stinging his eyes. He laid Leon to rest beneath the earth, marking the spot with a small wooden cross made from nearby branches.
Only one person saw what he had done.
Dante.
He had returned to the alley where he last saw Leon, heart pounding. He didn't know why he came back—maybe guilt, maybe instinct, . he didn't know that that hit actually killed leon
He just thought it was strong hit that made leon lose conscious
That's all
He came to see his brother to apologize to him
But when he arrived…
He saw it.
Something moving faster than anything human. A blur. A shape. Red lightning in the air.
And then nothing.
Leon was gone.
Dante stood there, breathing heavy. His eyes scanned the empty street. The blood was still there. The rock too. But not Leon.
"Someone took him," he whispered. "Someone was here…"
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Barry returned to his own time with the weight of two lives pressing down on his shoulders.
In the blink of an eye, he was back in the Speed Lab.
Cisco, Caitlin, and Wells looked up. Only a second had passed for them.
Cisco raised an eyebrow. "So… what did you find?"
Barry didn't answer immediately. His face was pale. His eyes… darker than they'd ever seen.
He looked like he'd been gone for years.
Then, behind them, footsteps echoed softly. Dante had entered, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable.
Barry turned to him slowly.
And then Dante spoke.
"I killed him," he said.
The words hit the room like a thunderclap.
"I killed Leon," Dante continued, his voice even. "my little brother died but leon. He didn't vanish. I killed him. With my own hands."
Cisco's mouth parted slightly. Caitlin took a shaky step back.
Barry's heart clenched.
He hadn't even said anything yet—but Dante already knew.
"I thought…" Dante began again, his voice shaking now. "I thought the gang got my baby brother. I thought it was Leon's fault. I was so angry. I couldn't breathe. I lost control."
Wells furrowed his brow. "But… all this time, you told us Leon ran off. That your brother died when you were twenty."
Dante nodded.
"I lied."
Caitlin's hands trembled. "Why?" she whispered.
Dante looked at her, pain deep in his eyes. "Because I couldn't live with the truth. Because if I told you what I did… you'd all know what I really am."
Cisco frowned. "And the Black Order…?"
"It's not Leon," Dante said quickly. "It never was. I wanted it to be him. God, I hoped it was him—because then I could ..."
Dante didn't finish. He didn't know what to say really
He wanted to apologize to his brother he wanted to scream and cry looking at him
He wanted the black order to be leon but leon is dead...
Barry finally found his voice. "I buried him."
Everyone turned to look at him.
"I buried Leon," Barry said quietly. "After you hit him… I waited for hours. No one came. So I took him. I ran with him, and I laid him to rest."
Dante's expression cracked for a second. His lip trembled.
"I came back," he whispered. "To check on him. I saw someone take him. I thought I was going crazy. But that was you."
Barry nodded once.
"You didn't know you killed him. Not at first."
"No," Dante admitted. "I didn't. I went back later, to talk to him, to say I was sorry. And he was gone. I assumed he left… but deep down, I think I knew."
The room fell silent again. Caitlin had tears in her eyes. Cisco looked down at the floor. Even Wells seemed shaken.
"I thought I could bury it," Dante said. "Make up for it. Do good things. Join the team. Help people. But the guilt never left."
Barry stepped forward. "And now we know. And it doesn't make you a monster."
Dante's eyes flashed with emotion. "Doesn't it?"
"You were seventeen. Angry. Broken. You lost your mother. Your little brother was murdered by a speedster from the future. And you thought your other brother was responsible."
Dante's jaw clenched.
"I would've done the same," Barry said quietly.
"No," Dante replied. "You wouldn't. Because you're a hero. I'm just what's left of a mistake."
"No," Caitlin said, her voice firm now. "You're still our friend."
Dante looked away, unable to meet their eyes.
"But this is why I didn't want you to go back," he said. "Because the truth isn't power. It's punishment. I've lived with this for years. And now you have to carry it too."
Barry stepped beside him. "You're not alone anymore."
Silence settled again.
In that silence, four friends stood in a room filled with ghosts.
And in the deepest part of Barry's heart, he knew something else.
The speedster who killed Dante's little brother hadn't just broken a family.
He'd started something.
Something darker.
Something that might still be out there.
Waiting.
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