Chapter 99 — "Knock Knock"
Barry slammed against the dirt, coughing as dust filled his lungs. Oliver landed next to him, rolling to his feet with a groan. Sara hit the ground last, her body aching from the teleportation, her wrists bound with heavy iron shackles.
They weren't alone.
As the dust settled, Barry looked around—his breath caught.
A massive field surrounded by high, iron walls. Searchlights roamed above them. Guard towers loomed in every corner. The ground was covered in gravel, stained with soot. A camp, no… a prison.
Dozens—hundreds—of people were huddled together behind fences, their clothes torn, their faces bruised and broken.
All watched silently as the new prisoners were dragged into the yard.
Barry's voice came out hoarse. "Where's Kara?"
Oliver glanced at him, then down. "They took her."
"What?" Sara turned, panic in her eyes.
Oliver nodded. " They took Kara with them. I don't know why."
Barry clenched his fists. "We have to get her back."
Before anyone could say another word, boots stomped on gravel.
Dozens of Earth-X soldiers lined up, rifles pointed. Then the soldiers parted—and a man stepped forward.
Gray hair. Black coat. Cruel eyes.
General Quentin Lance.
But not their Quentin. This was the Earth-X version.
He looked at them, gaze lingering on Sara.
His lip curled.
"Well, well…" he said. "If it isn't the little deviant."
Sara didn't blink. "Hello, Dad."
General Lance sneered. "Don't call me that. I may wear his face, but I'm nothing like your pathetic version. He raised a freak. A disease. You're a stain on this world, girl."
Oliver growled. "Watch your mouth."
But Quentin stepped closer to Sara, his voice dripping with venom.
"You're disgusting. An insult to nature. I should end you right now."
He raised his hand—and the Earth-X soldiers lifted their rifles, fingers twitching on the triggers.
Sara stood tall, defiant, even as death stared her down.
Then—
A voice cut through the air.
Calm. Smooth. Mocking.
"Sir… knock knock."
Everyone turned.
A soldier stood behind General Lance.
Dressed in the standard black uniform, face covered with a dark tactical mask. He was like any other soldier—except he wasn't. His posture was loose, too casual. Hands behind his back. No fear. Just… waiting.
Quentin blinked at him. "What did you just say?"
The soldier repeated, louder. "Knock knock."
The air grew still.
Barry and Oliver glanced at each other.
Sara tilted her head, unsure.
Quentin scoffed. "What the hell are you talking about?"
The soldier stepped forward, just one pace.
"Knock knock."
Quentin rolled his eyes. "Fine. Who's there—"
Snap.
The soldier's arm moved in a blur—like a whip made of lightning.
His hand cracked across Quentin's head with such force it twisted the general's neck unnaturally—breaking it clean.
General Quentin Lance collapsed to the ground, dead.
The camp froze.
No one moved.
Even the Nazi soldiers stared in shock.
The soldier stood still, then finally raised his hands and unlatched his mask—just enough to show his mouth.
He looked directly at Barry… and smiled.
"Vee vill ask ze questions."
The absurdity.
The madness.
The perfect mockery of everything this world represented.
The prisoner yard stayed frozen for another beat, before—
Chaos erupted.
Explosions boomed in the distance.
Sirens wailed.
Smoke filled the sky as a wave of light burst from the west side of the camp—followed by a crashing tank and dozens of resistance fighters.
Among them, leading the charge in a long black trench coat with a freeze gun in hand—
Leo Snart.
The Snart of Earth-Z.
The rebel.
He was here—and not alone.
His voice roared over the screams. "NOW!"
Soldiers from the resistance flooded in through the broken perimeter, tackling Nazi soldiers, knocking weapons out of their hands. Barry ducked low, shielding himself as a flash bomb exploded nearby.
Sara was already up, slamming her shackles against a rock until they cracked.
Oliver grabbed a fallen rifle and tossed it to Barry. "We fight our way out."
Leo's voice echoed again. "Find Ray! He's in Sector Four!"
As Barry turned to join the fight, the masked soldier—the one who killed Quentin—vanished.
Literally.
In a blur of motion that left a trail of red lightning.
Barry's eyes widened. "He's a speedster."
Before he could react, a hand brushed his shoulder.
He turned.
It was him.
The same soldier. Now just inches away. His face still mostly masked—except for the mouth. That same calm, soft smile.
He leaned close to Barry's ear.
"Shhhhh."
And then—he ran.
Vanished into the fight.
Barry stared after him.
Who was he?
A speedster on Earth-X?
One not working for the regime?
Sara grunted beside him as she finished breaking her chains. "Did you see that?"
Oliver nodded. "He took down Lance without blinking."
Barry whispered, "He saved us."
Leo approached from the smoke, panting. "Barry! Oliver! We need to move. They'll regroup fast."
Sara looked to Barry. "What about Kara?"
Barry's jaw tightened.
"We'll get her back."
As the resistance overtook the camp and prisoners were freed, Barry couldn't shake the image of that soldier—the smile, the voice, the speed.
He was more than a ghost.
He was a message.
Even in the darkest world, light could still run.
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