The Fanatical

SO ! This is it ! I've finally made it guys ! This story will finally be a 3-shot ahah, I know it started being a one-shot but I have so many ideas... Sorry, lol. Next one will be the last, I promise ! So please enjoy, and let me your view on this chapter ? And before you go, I'm reminding you that I'm not an english grounder and that I'm far away to be a great speaker, so please try to don't mind the mistakes (because there's sure will be) Enjoy !

The Fanatical : Chapter 2

Somewhere, out of sight, Barry was sat on a bench. He had his back bent forward and his hands against his forehead. He pounded his hands hard against his head as he whispered words that mingled with the sound of the wind. "What have I done ... what have I done?" It was raining, and the sky, reflecting how he felt inside, was a cloudy gray. "What have I done ?"

He looked up at the sky that seemed almost mocking him, looking for an answer as the raindrops plunged in his hair and the drizzle caressed his skin. "What was I thinking ?"

His gaze fell on his hands, reddened but so cold. After a few minutes, he decided to go home. Not using his speed, not running. No, he had decided to walk like any normal being, even if anyone would have run under this rain. It felt like a punishment for lying.

When he thinks about it, he feels guilty. He was caught on the spot, and rather than assume his beliefs he had chosen the path of cowardness. And he made a promise to Kara, a promise he was not sure he could keep.

His feet slammed into the puddles one last time as he stood in front of the building. He took a deep breath and went up to the apartment. A screaming silence pierced his tympanum, like every day since Iris's death.

The emptiness of the room was screaming to him : "Don't forget".He could hear that table which around they spoke so often, crying "She's gone". That sofa, on which they had snuggled, scolded him : "you were so happy". The wardrobe, in which was his suit, seemed like it asked him "What's even the point ?"But nestled on the wall, among this silent slaughter, rested the clock, of which three thousand six hundred times an hour, the Second whispered : Remember!

Remember, when he planted his blade on her flesh. Remember, running to save her, unable to do anything. Remember, catching her body at the very same moment he removed his weapon, leaving a horrible mark on her chest. Remember all those deaths for which you are responsible. But above it all, remember how powerless you are. Now it's too late, she's gone !

He did his best to ignores them, as he did every single day. Maybe if he focused more on silence, he would end up not hearing them anymore. At least, that's what he hoped. He went for the only solution he knew could appease those voices. He lit a solitary candle, which he placed in front of him. And he prayed. "Though we go fourth alone, our soul unites undrr Rao's gladsome rays..."

Sitting there, praying, reaffirming his faith in Rao, and in Supergirl, he felt the ghosts of Iris, his mother, his father, and all of those he had lost kneel beside him and praying. But most of all, he felt a feeling of peace filling his heart.~o~o~o~

A few strokes sounded at the door. Barry slowly opened it, and has been surprised when his vision blurred and that he felt tingling on his cheek. He took a slap. A great slap.

"I know everything." Kara stood in the doorway with shiny eyes. "You're lucky that I didn't take your jaw off, because right now, I really want to". She extended her hand to get him up while he didn't even notice he had fallen.

"Kara, I can explain." He assured while recoiled and put both his hands in front of him to protect himself.

"No, I'm done with excuses." She fumbled in her bag and took out two bottles containing an amber colored liquid. "I think that might help." She dragged Barry to the couch and they sat down.