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Vol 1: Rebirth

Issue 1: A Day In The Life Of Barry Allen

10:00:00
The time is ten o’clock on a weekday, and Barry Allen’s digital alarm clock keeps repeating twelve o’clock as he starts to wake up, wiping the grogginess from his face as the light from his bedroom window hits his eyes and he has to blink his dark brown eyes through to get rid of his tiredness. In his shabby and one bedroom apartment, he didn’t have much to his name as Barry was on an extraordinarily short budget, something that he had grown accustomed to when he was kicked out his last foster home just for turning eighteen. He grabbed his cell phone to look at the time, but used a swear word when his usual background screen was replaced by a light purple hue, some kind of virus that he had no idea found its way onto his phone. 

“Just my luck, I’m probably late for therapy.” Barry moaned and closed his eyes, and when he opened them, his body was discharging yellow bolts of electrical energy, and time was at a standstill as he accelerated his kinetic energy to get dressed. Not forgetting to stuff a runner’s bodysuit into a small duffel bag along with a red and black balaclava mask and a pair of runner’s shoes that matched the color scheme. Then he grabbed his science kit for work by the front door was always jammed closed instead of locked, and almost forgetting to eat something so he forced himself to slow down and breath while he scoured his fridge and after only finding a few good eggs and a half a block of cheddar cheese he turned on his rusted up stove and made himself a quick little omelet.
10:02:35

“Okay, I got my work bag, I got my other work bag, what am I- toothbrush!” Barry realized that he needed to do at least a little bit of hygiene after skipping his shower, and he inwardly promised himself that he was going to get his phone checked out at the store when he had some free time. Then in a flurry of lightning that broke yet another lightbulb in his apartment, he grabbed his duffle bags and ran out of the door after putting his shoulder to it and raced down the hall before his next door neighborhood had the chance to open his door and go get his mail in the communal mail slot. Barry’s next-door neighbor had a pacemaker put in about a year ago, but it did not seem natural that his veins in his chest were glowing the same light purple hue as Barry’s cell phone.
10:03:31

Barry Allen was barely down the street of his apartment complex in Central City, Ohio when he noticed an elderly man trying to slowly cross the street as a red convertible sports car was speeding down the way being chased by two police cruisers. “Oh, come on, my day just started!” he moaned defiantly. In his time frame the lights of the police cruisers were stretching far behind them as Barry amped himself up with a flurry of yellow lightning, and he raced around the corner in an alley and quickly put on his ‘other’ work uniform. 
10:03:32:01

He put his civilian clothes into the duffel bag and tossed it into the dumpster, not noticing the trash collecting truck a couple blocks away at the intersecting street before he ran to the old man and groaned as he picked him up in a fireman’s carry. “I need to start going to the gym again,” Barry said as he set the old man down on the other side of the street, then he turned his attention to the criminal driving the sports car and in a flurry of movement he opened the driver’s side door. His electricity discharged, making the car’s electrical system go haywire as he grabbed the driver and instead of picking him up as well. Barry dragged him behind him unaware that he was giving him major road rash through his white t-shirt and brought him over to one of the police cruisers where he opened the backdoor by reaching inside of the driver’s open window and used a little bit of his electricity to jimmy the back door open and haphazardly shoved the criminal inside.
10:03:33

“That should do it. No more crimes happening until therapy, please.” Taking a second to admire his handiwork, he let time catch up with him and watched on as his electrical discharge to the sports car, which was now driverless speed up the car and it swerved because it’s steering column wasn’t lined up properly. The car rear ended a parked car at a high enough speed that back end was lifted up and the first of the two cop cruisers couldn’t stop fast enough as the sports car’s rear end now rested on the crumbled hood, luckily the Kord anti-gravitational safety measures kicked in. While Barry was watching all these series of unfortunate events, the garbage truck made it’s way to the dumpster that had his duffle bag and unloaded it’s contents before driving off.
“Oh come on!” Barry exclaimed loud enough for passerby to take notice, and some of them started to take pictures of the literal pile-up and the guy in the red bodysuit, this would be the first time that Barry is caught on camera for the world to see before he escaped in a flurry of movement as he chased after the garbage truck.
10:04:01:00

Through his accelerated speed, Barry easily caught up to the trash truck, and he jumped into the open back as it was picking up another dumpster’s contents, “I guess I’ll need to take that shower anyway,” he groaned as he dug through bags disgusting human waste before finding his duffle bag and struggled on his way out. Then Barry groaned and ran back home, careful not to bump into any passerby so they don’t get knocked down into the concrete at a high enough speed that would certainly break many bones. When he made it home, he began to get undressed, letting time resume it’s normal pacing and before he jumped into the shower he checked his phone one last time only to see that it still had its light purple hue.

“What a great start to my day! Can it get any worse?!” Barry exclaimed in the shower, and unbeknownst to him in his work duffle bag where the had his computer, it too began to glow the familiar light purple hue, and a grainy face made of one’s and zeros appeared on both the phone and the laptop.

“Oh Barry Allen,” the voice spoke with a flat auto-tune, “the fun’s just begun,”