The Flash: Endless Days

Vol.1 Unlocks: July 10 2025 (In Honor Of July 10, 1941 - Flash Comics #19)

He knew if he ran back now it could be a change if he can fix it all!

The thrum of the Speed Force usually felt like a comforting hum, a constant companion in Barry Allen’s ears.

But this time, it was a discordant wail, like a thousand cartoon anvils dropping at once.

One moment, he was chasing a rogue chronal anomaly near Central City; the next, the very fabric of reality seemed to stretch, ripple, and snap.

He landed not on concrete, but on scorching red dirt, kicked up in a cloud that smelled faintly of gunpowder and ozone. The sky above was an impossible, vibrant cerulean, not a cloud in sight, yet the heat shimmered off the unknown dead creatures on the ground.

"Beep-beep!" ( The Flash was running so fast, he could see where he was going in his rush to fix what would only be a mistake later)

The sound hit him first – sharp, staccato, utterly unmistakable. Barry skidded to a halt, his mind racing faster than his feet. Everything here was… simplified. The lines were too clean, the colors too bold, the very air vibrating with an illogical energy.

The Flash was running so fast, that he had time to punch a bad guy within having to stop!

Suddenly ! ( In all of Barry running )

A streak of blue and purple, blurred into a living comet, shot past him, leaving behind a puff of dust that momentarily formed perfect concentric rings within his speed that was evolving.

Close behind, a long-suffering spark of purple echoed in the sky for the world to hear!

He was furiously sketching on a tiny notepad with a fast pencil.

"The world was a smear of purple crimson and gold, a blur of impossible speed that Barry Allen usually found exhilarating.

Today, it was something else entirely. He was pushing. Pushing past every limit he’d ever known, past the threshold of the Speed Force itself.

His mission, a critical one back in Central City, demanded it.

A collapsing singularity, a temporal paradox threatening to unravel everything. He had to be faster. Impossible fast.

And then, it started. A new sensation. Not the customary hum of the Speed Force, but a deep, resonant thrumming in his bones, a vibration so intense it felt like his very molecules were beginning to sing a discordant tune. The vibrant red of his suit began to deepen, darkening at the edges, then suffusing with an alien hue. It wasn't fading; it was changing.

The familiar scarlet became a violent magenta, then a deep, angry royal purple. His vision, usually a tunnel of focused clarity, rippled as if seen through heated air.

The air around him, already a tangible force, solidified into a viscous, burning pressure. He was a purple comet, streaking across a reality that was beginning to fray at his touch.

"Too fast," he gasped, the words ripped from his lungs.

Flash: Going too fast!

His body screamed in protest. Every muscle fiber vibrated on the verge of tearing. The purple wasn't just his suit; it was radiating from his skin, an aura of raw, unstable energy. His veins stood out like cords, stark against the deepening flush of his face. He felt less like a man and more like a contained explosion, seconds from detonating.

He tried to brace, to pull back, to bleed off the excess speed, but it was like trying to stop a tidal wave mid-surge.

The ground beneath his feet, the very fabric of reality, shimmered, then warped. It wasn't a crack or a fissure; it was like the world itself became gelatinous, a trampoline of time and space.

One foot, then the other, caught in an unseen wrinkle. A micro-stumble at a macro-speed.

He didn't just trip; he ruptured.

The purple energy surrounding him flared, blinding him with its intensity. The ground vanished, replaced by a screaming kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. He wasn't falling down; he was tumbling through. A vortex of light and sound, compressed time and broken dimensions.

His ears filled with the shriek of a thousand breaking timelines, the roar of a million unlived moments. He felt stretched, pulled limb from limb, then compressed into a single, aching point of consciousness.

The purple light consumed him, then vanished, leaving only blackness.

He hit with a sickening thud, the impact ringing through every bone in his body. He lay sprawled on something hard and metallic, gasping, the taste of ozone and time-displacement thick in his mouth.

Slowly, painfully, he pushed himself up, his muscles aching, his head pounding. The purple was gone, leaving only the familiar scarlet of his suit, now singed and scuffed in places. He shook his head, trying to clear the lingering disorientation.

Flash: What… what just happened?

He looked up.

The sky wasn't blue; it was a perpetual twilight, crisscrossed with luminescent sky-lanes where sleek, silent vehicles zipped by without visible wings or rotors.

Towers of impossible height pierced the gloom, their facades pulsating with holographic advertisements that shimmered and dissolved into new, vibrant displays. Below, on what looked like a massive, elevated concourse, people moved with a detached, hurried grace, their clothing a medley of angular designs and subtle, shifting textures.

A massive data-stream, projected onto the side of a building that seemed to scrape the underbelly of the clouds, cycled through news headlines. One caught his eye. OmniCorp Q3 Profits Soar. Another, smaller, less prominent, scrolled a date.

OCTOBER 27, 2099.

Barry froze, his eyes wide.

He scanned the impossible cityscape again, the flying cars, the impossible architecture, the sheer, overwhelming newness of it all.

His heart sank, then began to pound with a different kind of adrenaline.

He hadn't tripped and fallen. He had tripped and fallen forward.

"Well," he muttered, pushing himself fully upright, the ache in his bones a minor concern compared to the colossal one unfolding around him.

This is going to be a problem.

TO BE CONTINUED

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