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Rec 97 disappeared behind them in a flash as they jumped to FTL. Barry heard the others cheering over the coms, but he couldn’t bring himself to join in. They were all gathered on the bridge, but he didn’t think he could face them, instead letting his stumbling feet take him to the crew quarters.
Barry clenched his fists as the door shut behind him. Barry Nyne had been there. He’d been so close—but once again he escaped. Barry Syx had left The Zone, but he could feel his anger rising, pushing at him to take over, to let everything out. He didn’t want to lose control, but he was so angry. He could’ve gotten his revenge, could’ve made Nyne pay for what he did, but instead they had to run.
Dude, your disguise is stupid.
Barry yelled in frustration and kicked one of the beds, denting the metal frame. He felt a slight sting of pain, but it wasn’t enough. He turned and struck out, punching the wall one, two, three times—he felt the bones in his hands break and didn't a shit. He welcomed the pain, needed it to ground him, to feel like he was doing something, anything to keep him focused on his body and not his mind, where Hogg Cobb's words replayed over and over again.
Your number is upside down!
Barry felt tears pressing at the back of his eyes, threatening to spill over as he destroyed the room around him. The table in the center of the room was bolted to the floor, but Barry lifted it with ease and threw it at the wall, welcoming the deafening crash.
It wasn’t fair. He didn’t want to be the only Barry left. He missed his brothers.
Barry furiously blinked back tears as he stood in the middle of a destroyed room. He punched the wall one more time for good measure as he felt his anger ebb away, leaving him exhausted and wrung out.
Barry collapsed on his bed, the frame creaking under his weight as he sat. He could feel his hand healing as he sat there staring blankly at the room around him, slowly taking in the mess he'd made. He should get up to fix it, but he could do that later—for now he was tired, and alone.
Barry’s weren’t built to be alone.
Barry curled up on his bed, facing the wall as he buried his face in his pillow—at least that way if someone entered they wouldn’t see him crying.