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Earth-55
S.T.A.R. Labs Containment Chamber | Jan 4, 2010; 10:23 A.M.
The containment chamber beneath S.T.A.R. Labs held a sacred silence. The air was cold and sterile, making breath visible—though Barry Allen hadn't truly breathed in years.
Barry floated in stasis, his once vibrant red suit now dull and corrupted by thin black veins that pulsed with ancient malevolence. The Anti-Life Equation had claimed the Scarlet Speedster long ago, turning the man who had outrun time into a prisoner of his corrupted flesh. His Speed Force aura had dimmed from a brilliant golden lightning storm to occasional flickers—like dying fireflies in winter.
Raj stood before the chamber with focused determination. Without flourish, he activated only the essential Eidolon stars:
Equation Insight: A silver-blue glyph revealing mathematical truths hidden between dimensions.
Spiritual Sight: A soft amber light exposing threads connecting body and soul.
Anomaly Detection: A pulsing green marker highlighting fractures in reality's fabric.
Meta-Physical Manipulation: A crimson sigil allowing adjustment of forces beyond physical reality.
Pathogen Immunity: A golden shield protecting against the Anti-Life contagion.
The stars orbited Raj briefly before settling into the Pedestal silently—tools aligned for necessary work.
Above Barry's suspended form, two equations took shape:
The first was cold and recursive, symbols bending inward like a collapsing star: loneliness × failure ÷ hope. Though incomplete, this fragment of the Anti-Life Equation radiated wrongness.
The second was warm and ascending, glyphs reaching outward like growing branches: joy × meaning × connection ÷ guilt. A partial representation of the Life Equation, incomplete yet hopeful.
The Anti-Life corruption within Barry's body began to move—not violently as in previous containment breaches, but almost with anticipation. As if recognizing an ending.
S.T.A.R. Labs Containment Chamber | Jan 4, 2010; 10:47 A.M.
The chamber doors slid open as Zatanna Zatara entered, her traditional stage outfit replaced with battle-worn magician's robes marked with protective sigils. Dark circles shadowed her eyes—evidence of sleepless nights spent researching soul-preservation spells.
"Are we sure about this?" she asked, voice carrying both authority and concern. "Once we start, there's no turning back."
Victor nodded solemnly from his monitoring station. "His readings are worse every day, Z. The Anti-Life is consuming what little remains of him."
Zatanna approached the containment field, her fingers already glowing with faint blue energy. "I've been studying the ancient Atlantean texts on soul passage. If what Raj proposes works..." She paused, not wanting to offer false hope. "Barry deserves peace."
She ascended to a runic platform above the chamber, positioning herself directly over Barry's suspended form. With practiced movements, she began sketching arcane symbols in the air, each one pulsing with intent.
"Etarebil luos morf niahc" she chanted, her backward spell creating a shimmering dome around the chamber. "I'm ready."
S.T.A.R. Labs Containment Chamber | Jan 4, 2010; 11:15 A.M.
Raj knelt beside the containment field and placed his hand near the glass. His expression remained neutral, but his eyes never left Barry's suspended form.
Without command, Life Equation glyphs bloomed along the chamber walls—delicate silver traces resembling lightning frozen in mid-strike. They didn't fight the Anti-Life corruption; they guided it toward resolution.
Barry's soul began to rise from his physical form. Half-visible and thin as breath, a gossamer impression of the hero who had once saved the multiverse countless times. His unfocused eyes suddenly cleared—enough to recognize the faces gathered around him.
No grand speech came from Barry's lips. His voice whispered through the chamber like pages turning in a favorite book:
"Vic..." The word was directed at the man who had monitored his containment for years, searching for cures. "Thank you. For not giving up... even when I was already gone."
Victor Stone stood perfectly still; his human eye blinking rapidly while his mechanical eye recorded everything.
Barry's gaze found Kyle Rayner. "I was never gonna make it out, was I?" A ghost of his smile flickered across his transparent features. "You were always the better Lantern. Braver. Smarter."
His attention turned to Victor again. "Tell Bart... he carried the legacy. Even when I..." His voice broke. "Even when I betrayed everything it stood for. The Speed Force chose right when it chose him."
The lightning in Barry's eyes flickered golden for the briefest moment—a last glimpse of the hero he had been.
"Tell Iris..." he began, then stopped. Whatever message he had for his wife remained unspoken. Perhaps some things were beyond words, even for a man who had moved faster than thought.
His final words were simpler: "Run. All of you. Not away. Towards what matters. I spent too long running from pain... should've been running toward love."
Then he was gone. No explosion of light. No dramatic burst of energy. Just stillness—like a candle flame that doesn't smoke when extinguished, just ceases.
Above, Zatanna's hands lowered slowly as she finished her detection spell.
"Victor..." Her voice carried both certainty and relief. "No echoes. No fragments. His spirit's been released. Not trapped. Not torn. Just... free."
S.T.A.R. Labs Control Room | Jan 4, 2010; 11:32 A.M.
Victor stood motionless before the monitoring console. His human eye twitched—a tell from his football days that survived his transformation into Cyborg. When he finally spoke, his voice was raw:
"His mind was gone years ago, but his soul was still suffering." Victor's mechanical hand clenched. "And now, for the first time since the outbreak, I don't hear it anymore. That constant pain signal in the telemetry is finally silent."
Kyle couldn't tear his gaze from the lifeless pod. The ring on his finger pulsed faintly, responding to his emotions.
"No screams," Kyle whispered. "No shadows reaching through the glass. Just... peace." His ring flickered, creating a brief emerald outline of Barry as he had been—tall, proud, lightning bolt emblem shining bright. "I never thought we'd see that again."
Zatanna moved closer; her magician's attire somehow more somber than funeral clothes.
"I've confirmed it," she said, voice steady despite tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. "There's nothing left behind. No tether. No risk of recurrence." She looked directly at Raj. "That was real. Whatever you did, it worked."
S.T.A.R. Labs War Room | Jan 4, 2010; 12:45 P.M.
The reinforced hall beneath S.T.A.R. Labs now served as a war room for Earth's remaining defenders. The champions gathered there represented the last line between humanity and extinction.
Damian Wayne entered first; his movements precise. Now wearing Batman's cowl, he carried his father's legacy like armor. His suit featured alchemical wards etched into the Kevlar—necessary adaptations in a world where science alone couldn't counter the Anti-Life. He spoke like the general he had become rather than the assassin he once was.
"Report," he said simply, the word carrying Bruce Wayne's authority but delivered with Damian's directness.
Lizzie Prince arrived next, Wonder Woman's tiara gleaming against her dark hair. Diana's daughter carried her mother's heritage and fierce determination. The Lasso of Truth hung at her hip, bracers glinting on her forearms—but unlike Diana, Lizzie wielded words as weapons, having learned that diplomacy sometimes required sharp edges.
"The eastern seaboard defenses are holding," she announced without preamble. "Themysciran barriers still operational. For now."
Jonathan Kent—Superman in name and power if not yet in his own heart—floated in rather than walked. The S-shield on his chest seemed too heavy some days, but he wore it to honor his father's sacrifice. Despite everything, Jonathan still radiated the fundamental decency that the Anti-Life had failed to extinguish.
"The Smallville sanctuary took another dozen survivors yesterday," Jon reported, landing softly. "But we lost two in transport. They turned before we could reach quarantine."
Bart Allen slipped into the room at normal speed—rare for the speedster. Once Kid Flash, now scarred physically and emotionally, he carried Barry and Wally's legacy in every fiber of his being. The lightning bolt on his chest was partially covered by a tactical harness housing Speed Force stabilizer—technology developed by Victor to prevent the Anti-Life from corrupting his connection.
Kiran—Solstice—stood behind Raj, her luminous skin casting light patterns on the wall. Most eyes passed over her, uncertain if she belonged among these legends.
Zatanna entered last, her face pale.
"This wasn't a trick," she announced, looking at each face. "That soul was truly set free."
S.T.A.R. Labs War Room | Jan 4, 2010; 12:58 P.M.
Victor activated the main display. Footage from the containment chamber played across the screen—showing Barry's stillness and the shift from corruption to absence. Clean data scrolled alongside: zero corruption detected, zero Speed Force anomalies, zero metaphysical tethers.
"Barry Allen is truly gone," Victor said, the words landing heavily in the silent room. "Not infected. Not twisted. Just... gone."
He turned to face the assembled heroes, his cybernetic eye glowing softly.
"For three years, I've monitored him, searching for any sign of the Barry we knew. For three years, I recorded nothing but violence, pain, and corruption." Victor's human hand formed a fist. "Until today. Today, I recorded peace."
S.T.A.R. Labs War Room | Jan 4, 2010; 1:07 P.M.
Damian's mouth tightened beneath the cowl. "And we're supposed to celebrate this euthanasia miracle?" His voice carried an edge sharp enough to cut steel. "Have we fallen so far that mercy killings are now victories?"
Lizzie stepped forward, her posture mirroring Diana's righteous anger. "My mother never surrendered. If she were here—"
"She is here," Raj interrupted calmly. "Along with Superman. Contained and waiting."
The room froze. Lizzie's face transformed from anger to shock, her hand instinctively reaching for her lasso. Jonathan's feet touched the ground with a thud as his concentration faltered, his expression a complex mixture of hope and horror.
"What did you just say?" Lizzie's voice was barely above a whisper, trembling with emotion. "My mother is... alive? Contained?"
Raj replied "She's not Alive and worse not even dead; she's in-between, an Anti-living"
Jonathan stepped forward, his eyes flaring red briefly. "Where? Where are they?"
Raj met both their gazes steadily. "Level Seven. Separate containment. Similar to Barry's, but stronger. I brought all three of them here."
"What?" Lizzie's voice cracked. "You've had my mother locked away without telling me?" The Lasso at her hip began to glow, responding to her emotional state.
"Why keep this from us?" Jonathan demanded, hovering slightly off the ground again, fists clenched at his sides. "They're our parents!"
"Because they're not your parents anymore," Raj replied softly. "Not completely. Just like Barry wasn't Barry. Not until the end."
The revelation hung in the air between them, devastating in its implications.
Jonathan shook his head, his voice quiet but carrying the unmistakable Kent gravity. "She might have wanted this... if it spared her from becoming something she wasn't." He looked toward the monitor showing Barry's empty chamber. "Sometimes the bravest thing isn't fighting on. It's knowing when to let go."
Bart remained motionless—unusual for a speedster—before speaking in a voice hoarse with tears barely contained.
"He was Barry again," the words tumbled out, cracking with emotion. "He was my grandpa again. Just for a second." His eyes, red-rimmed but dry, met Raj's. "That's all I needed to know."
Bart moved then, faster than most could track, stopping directly in front of Raj. The speed trails behind him crackled not with the usual golden energy but with something darker, wounded.
"If you find Wally..." Bart's voice broke, speaking the name of his other mentor lost to the Anti-Life months earlier. "If you find him, and he's like that..." His hand gripped Raj's arm, trembling with emotion. "Don't let him keep running. Please. He wouldn't want that."
S.T.A.R. Labs War Room | Trust Issues
"What about her?" Damian's question cut through the emotional atmosphere, his finger pointing at Kiran. "Who vouches for Solstice?"
Damian's fingers moved rapidly over his gauntlet computer, eyes narrowing behind the cowl. "There's no record. Not even a ghost file. Nothing in the Justice League database or Titan archives."
All eyes turned to the luminous woman, who stood taller under their scrutiny.
"Because I came from a timeline that's not here anymore," Kiran said, her accent carrying hints of both Indian heritage and dimensional displacement. "I wasn't supposed to be here. When Harvest's Machine collapsed, I should have been erased with it."
A silence followed. Not belief. Not rejection. Just uncertainty—a luxury few could afford in this decimated world.
Jonathan floated slightly upward; his eyes briefly glowing red as he scanned her. "She's human. Enhanced, but human."
"Human doesn't mean ally," Lizzie countered, hand still resting on her lasso, her mind clearly split between this new mystery and the revelation about her mother.
S.T.A.R. Labs War Room | The Explanation
Raj stepped forward, drawing attention away from Kiran. His explanation came without flourish.
"The Anti-Life shatters the soul," he said simply. "Fractures it into isolated pieces that can't reconnect. That's why the infected lose themselves." His fingers traced invisible patterns in the air. "The Life Equation doesn't fight the Anti-Life. It reconnects what was broken."
His gaze moved to Barry's empty chamber on the monitor.
"I didn't heal Barry. I let his soul finish the story it was stuck in." He looked at each hero in turn. "He wanted rest. I gave it."
Lizzie's tone sharpened, her mother's warrior spirit blazing in her eyes despite the tears she fought to contain. "So, what, now you're judge and undertaker? You decide who's worth saving and who gets 'merciful' oblivion?" Her voice trembled with the implication that her mother might be next.
"No." Raj's response was immediate and firm. "Just a translator. The soul speaks. I listen." He turned toward Victor. "You heard it too. In your readings. In your data. The Anti-Living were telling us for years. We just couldn't understand their language."
Jonathan moved closer to Lizzie, his hand hovering near her shoulder—not quite touching, but offering support. "If there's a chance to free them like you freed Barry..." he said to Raj, voice steady despite his obvious emotion. "I want to see my father. Even if it's to say goodbye."
Lizzie nodded slowly, grief and hope warring on her face. "My mother deserves that much."
S.T.A.R. Labs War Room | Final Moments
The war table activated, displaying a holographic model of Earth-55. The planet glowed with red and black ruptures—infection zones where the Anti-Life had claimed entire cities. Each day, the ruptures grew larger.
Kyle's ring pulsed as he studied the display, his expression grim. "This isn't over." The ring projected additional data layers, showing infection vectors and spread patterns. "We've given Barry peace, but the rest of the world is still burning."
Victor moved to the table, metallic fingers interfacing directly with the holographic controls. "Then what's your next move? The others are still out there. Still spreading the virus."
The unspoken names hung in the air: Superman, Wonder Woman, The Flash—Wally West. Heroes turned harbingers of Anti-Life.
Everyone turned to Raj, the newcomer who had accomplished what years of science and magic had failed to do.
He stepped forward, his voice quiet but carrying a finality that silenced the room.
"I have a plan. But you won't like it."
The lights in the war room dimmed momentarily, as if the very foundation of S.T.A.R. Labs shuddered at the thought.
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