In light of the ending of Flash season 3, here's a fresh new fanfic! I don't own any Flash characters or material. Leave me a review/fav/follow!

Barry opened his eyes and looked around tiredly when an alarm woke him from his slumber. He was outstretched on the couch, his phone resting on his chest and vibrating with the immediate message: Meta-Human Attack.

Urgency rushed through him and he bolted to his feet, sprinting out the door at a superhuman speed. He tried to shake the remnants of sleep from his eyes as he rushed through the Star Labs entrance and exited a moment later clad in his red Flash suit.

"Cisco," he pressed the com in his mask, "tell me what we've got."

"Barry, we've got a robbery on 5th, head down to Central Jewelers," Cisco informed him in his ear.

"Got it," he let his hand go, a sense of pride running through him as he felt grateful to his team. They were always supportive and without them, he'd never make it.

Barry skidded to a stop in front of Central Jewelers, eyes scanning the vicinity in search of this new meta. He checked the perimeter and nothing, no movement. There was no sign of anyone, definitely no evil meta-human. The lights were off, the alarm was ringing, the glass cases were shattered, but no suspect.

"Cisco," confused, Barry signaled for his team again, "hey, there's no one here. Did they leave? Was I too late?"

"Impossible," he could hear the frustration and shock seep into Cisco's tone as well, "that can't be true, Barry. The alarm just went off moments ago, whatever meta-human was robbing the place should still be there, he couldn't have outrun you."

Outrun me? Now that's something you don't hear every day…

"What? A teleporter?"

"No, I'm not getting any signals," came the response.

"The place is cleaned out," Barry looked at the broken cases with missing jewelry, "thousands of dollars worth of jewelry taken."

"Wait, Barry! Robbery in progress, 13th street! Bayside Jewelry!"

"On it!" Barry was already sprinting out of the place when Cisco started to relay the message. He felt anger bubble inside him and shame. Why couldn't he catch this guy? Was he losing his touch? He topped 800 mph as he tore down the streets, street lamps sparking as he blew them out when he passed by.

"Cisco, I'm here!" Barry panted as he hit yet another jewelry. Inside was the same result: lights off, alarm blaring, cases shattered, jewelry gone, and no perpetrator, "Damn it! He's gone!"

"Barry, you're not gonna believe this-"

"Where?" he growled with determination.

"48th, Alexander Jewels."

He flew once more, "Look for a pattern, Cisco, scope nearby jewelry parlors he can hit next!"

"Already mapping a route!"

"Closest ones?"

"Uh…looks like there's one on the corner of 53rd!"

"I'm going there," Barry affirmed.

"But, the robbery on 48th-"

"By the time I get there, he'll be gone, Cisco, I'm staking it out at 53rd."

"All right, I'll get Joe on the line and have him send some men out to guard a few other spots. Be careful, Barry!"

Barry nodded and let go, his mind engulfed with catching this thief. He had to have been using some teleportation or power to transport him so rapidly from one parlor to the other. When he screeched to a stop on 53rd street, the jewelry store looked intact. The door was locked, no break-ins, and the alarm wasn't sounding. The robber wasn't there yet.

Barry ducked behind the corner, his eyes glued to the store waiting to see how this meta-human evaded him so many times. It was quiet and eerie for a few minutes, the block silent with the sounds of downtown in the distance filling the night air.

A blue flash of light caught Barry's eye and he inched closer to the store entrance to get a better look. He saw a man step out of a breach, the ones that Cisco created when he "vibed" or when he travelled inter-dimensionally.

"Cisco? Can you hear me?" he whispered into the com, his eyes widening.

He heard static on the other line, the crackle making his ear itch. The breach must be interfering with the sound waves and frequency.

Barry couldn't call for back-up. Great.

He could handle this, it was just one meta-human.

Barry watched the meta's movements as he gripped a crowbar and shattered the glass cases. He dipped his gloved hand inside and stuffed jewels, necklaces, bracelets, rings, and other treasures into a burlap sack greedily.

The only breachers he knew were the ones from Earth-19, Cisco, and a few others. No one had the capability, especially a meta from the streets.

"Hey!" Barry shouted as he leapt through the doorway, catching the thief in action, "Drop it."

The meta-human turned his head quickly, looking in shock as Barry suddenly materialized before him.

"What's your name?" Barry demanded, his tone cold.

The man didn't say a word behind his black ski mask.

"Tell me!"

The meta stomped his foot and a breach appeared by his feet. He threw the sack into it and stood at the brim ready to jump in.

"No!" Barry shouted, sprinting forward to catch the robber before he escaped him once more. From his belt, mid run, Barry unhooked a small device and cupped it in his hand as the meta-human jumped into the air and started to descend into the breach. The Flash outstretched his hand, reaching forward with all his might as he just narrowly stuck the device onto the collar of the meta-human's jacket.

The world sped up, Barry no longer running at super speeds as the meta jumped into the breach and the floor closed up around him. Alarms ringing, lights off, cases broken, Barry touched his mask once more, "Cisco! Track the meta, I tagged him!"

"On it!" he could hear the clacking of computer keys as Cisco rapidly typed in commands, "Barry, I think he's surfacing near downtown, head there!"

He felt the words compute into his own mind and he raced there, glad to have a lead on the meta-human's next location.

"I need a definite location ASAP, Cisco, and a way to trap him," he panted while running, swerving through the streets and dodging obstacles as his lightning trailed behind him.

"Barry," he heard a new voice.

"HR?"

"Think of the Gypsy," the the Earth-19 Wells advised, "breachers all have a weakness, use it against him!"

He nodded to himself, trying to calm himself down and prepare to outsmart this mysterious meta. He would catch this man, he would take him in.

"Cisco, anything?"

"Just landed at the docks, Barry, head there."

"On my way," he sprinted forward, the world a blur around him as he hit sonic speed and zoomed through the city, stopping when his feet hit cold, wet cement. The bay was quiet, the boats still far off on the horizon. A blue glow caught his eye and Barry stealthily snuck forward, planning to catch the breacher by surprise.

The meta-human stepped through the small, glowing wormhole, looking around warily for the Flash. Barry kept his eyes glued to the thief, calming his breathing and observing his movements once more. He definitely kept watch of his back, making sure nothing snuck up on him, but that left his peripheral vulnerable. If he could advance from the wing, the meta-human would be less likely to strike as fast.

He waited till the robber angled his body so his side was facing Barry, and then he propelled forward. The Flash barreled into the meta-human, tackling him down onto the moist cement. He felt the wind leave the meta's lungs as they crashed to the floor. Disoriented, the thief stayed down, writhing on the floor, but Barry quickly propped up, looking down.

"Cisco!" he spoke victoriously into the com, "I've got him! Tell HR thank you!"

"Sweet, Bar!" Cisco returned just as enthusiastically, "Bring him back, we've got a nice little spot for him in the pipeline."

"Got it," he smiled, letting his hand go. He approached the meta-human, slightly tapping him with his boot. He narrowed his brows in concern; the thief was unconscious, eyes closed and hardly moving.

"Hello?" Barry called, "You okay?"

I didn't hit him that hard…

Barry knelt down towards the meta-human, fear washing through him. He was fine, he had to be fine, he wasn't dead, Barry didn't kill him.

"Hey," his gloved hands grabbed the lapel of his jacket and shook him, "can you hear me?"

"Barry?" he heard the static voice of Cisco on the other end, "What's going on? You haven't moved."

"Cisco," a panic started to creep into Barry's voice, "the meta is not waking up."

"What do you mean?"

"I-I just tackled him to the floor, nothing major," Barry started to pace.

"Look, Bar, don't freak out. Go check for a pulse."

"O-Okay, right."

He rushed back over to the fallen meta-human, kneeling in close again. His two fingers pressed under the robber's neck, when suddenly the thief's eyes shot open.

"Whoa!" Barry jumped back.

The meta used Barry's shock as an advantage and sprung to his feet. Barry growled at his stupidity for being fooled by this meta-human, absolutely determined to put him away now.

"You like my acting?" the meta mocked.

"Save it for the trial date," Barry retorted.

"You seemed so concerned," he had an evil smile on his face.

Barry growled in anger.

"Come get me, Flash," he laughed heartily, a malignant glare in his eye as a breach opened up behind him.

The meta-human jumped through, but this time Barry was prepared. He sailed through the wormhole, following the thief as he traveled through the tear in dimensions and exited into another part of town.

The meta looked behind him in shock at Barry's persistence. The Flash surged forward and grabbed the meta by his collar, throwing him up against a wall.

"Enough!" Barry shouted.

The thief struggled under his grip, clawing at Barry's gloved hands as he fought to break free. In retaliation, the meta-human pointed to the floor and a breach opened under Barry's feet. He shouted in surprise as the ground dematerialized under him and he fell through. He did manage to keep his grip on the meta's jacket and pulled him under as well.

"Barry!" he heard a yell in his ear, "What's going on?"

"Cisco," Barry yelled as he was sailing through the breach again and tumbled on the asphalt of another location in Central City, "the breacher keeps evading me, I need tips!"

He hauled himself to his feet and raced after the meta-human sprinting for a bus whose doors were near closing. Barry reached him just in the knick of time as he pulled him away and the meta went rolling behind him.

"I can play this game all day," the meta laughed, spitting blood.

"Well, I won't," Barry shook his head resolutely, carefully watching the meta's hands and eyes.

"Barry," Cisco started again, "I can't tell if he's got a device to open the breaches or it's his inherent powers."

"Who are you talking to?" the meta observed as Barry's hand went up to his ear instinctively, "is that part of your team, Flash? A meta perhaps?"

"How'd you get your powers?" he asked coldly.

"A little of this, a little of that," the meta rubbed his fingers together, "like magic."

"Particle accelerator explosion?"

"What else?" the thief growled back, pent up anger burning through in his tone.

"Look, I can help you, give me a chance," Barry tried to reason.

"Never."

"Please-"

"No!"

The breacher thrust his hand forward and a blue beam erupted from it in Barry's direction. He managed to dodge it, but it hit the far wall, opening up into a breach.

"Cisco!" he yelled, "It's his own abilities!"

"Is that another breacher you're talking too?" the meta's interest piqued, "Ha! I didn't think there was anyone else!"

"Calm down, he can help you out, he knows how to control the power," Barry nodded, trying to slowly mediate the tension.

"I do too," the meta human looked at his clenched fist, "but it took me years. If there was another breacher, then I'd know…looks like your breacher needs a device to make his breaches, whereas I can do it all by myself," he glared at Barry, smiling evilly.

"Dodge, Barry!" Cisco shouted in his ear.

Barry dove for the cement, his shoulder painfully cracking against the hard flooring, but he soared to his feet and felt the tissue already start to mend. Where he was standing moments ago, the meta-human opened a breach where the Flash would've been sucked into the unknown.

"Give it up, Flash!" he threw another breach and Barry dodged.

HR was back on the line, "Barry, disorientate him! Lightning Strike!"

Barry shook his head to get his bearings then started to circle the meta-human in a perimeter of lightning. He moved so fast, he caught up with his own lightning and gripped the bolt, hurling it at the meta-human. It hit him, knocking the thief off his feet and throwing him back against the floor. Barry surged forward, grabbing the handcuffs from his belt to finally put this meta to rest.

"A speedster, huh?" the meta huffed wearily, but still had that persistent humor, "you're pretty fast."

"That's usually how it works," Barry gritted his teeth, looming over the thief.

"Where do you get your speed from? The speed force, right?"

"What?" Barry was taken aback. How does he know about the speed force?

"Oh, I know a lot of things," the meta tried to shakily get to his knees, it was like he read his mind, "like how to manipulate it."

"Cisco?" Barry tried to get some help from his Star Labs support, but they were probably equally as stunned.

"Your little breacher friend can't help you out," the meta climbed to his feet, swaying slightly, "he doesn't know."

"Know what?" Barry demanded, "Tell me!"

"I'd rather show you," the robber smiled and opened a breach directly behind Barry. He was caught off guard, feeling the pull of the wormhole suck him in.

"No!" Barry tried clawing forward, trying to use his speed to escape, but the meta charged forward and kicked Barry straight in the stomach. The Flash went flying back into the breach, disappearing in its depths.

The com from his ear clattered to the floor, and the meta-human strolled to it. He picked it up and rolled it between his fingers as a frantic voice from the other end spoke into it.

"Hey! Can you hear me, Flash? What's going on!?"

"Don't worry," the meta held it to his ear, "your little hero will be back."

Cisco was silent for a moment before returning in a callous voice, "If you hurt him…"

"Trust me, just track the Flash. You'll see where he ends up. In 5…4…3….2…"

The meta looked up as he heard a yell from up above. Barry went plunging to the floor from 15 feet in the air and landed on the ground hard. He groaned and rolled on his side slowly, tears in his suit, and blood oozing from a few scrapes.

"W-what did you do to me?" Barry shakily tried to sit up, but fell back down. He felt his injuries in full force, but no healing.

"A little improvement," the meta placed a foot on the Flash's chest in a sign of victory.

Barry urged himself to get up, sprint away, for his wounds to heal, but it didn't happen. He was sucked into a breach and immediately knew he was in the speed force. The way his cells felt charged when he entered was only the effects of the dimension calling to him, energizing him. Then, all of a sudden, it was like thousands of little needles were piercing his skin, doing something to his cells…Next, he found himself 15 feet in the air and plunging to the floor, like it was all some scary roller coaster ride.

"I-I can't heal," panic creeped into his voice as he looked at his bleeding cuts, "What did you do to me?!"

"The speed force is just another dimension, Flash, one that can be controlled like all the others," the meta looked down at Barry with a passionate hate burning in his eyes, "you can't run, you can't heal, you're powerless."

Barry felt dread course through him. This couldn't be happening…he was powerless?

"Let's test the theory," from his belt, the thief pulled out a gun quick as lightning and fired a bullet in his leg.

Barry screamed as pain flooded through him, blood seeping from his wounded leg. At this point, the bullet would slide out of his mending skin, the tissues starting to patch together, but there was no healing factor this time. Just pure, excruciating pain.

"It worked," the meta-human smiled, enjoying Barry's cries.

Barry gritted his teeth, trying to bite down on his lip to stop him from shouting again. This hurt. He'd been shot before, but the effects were dimmed due to his healing factors.

"Now, for another test…"

Hell no.

Barry arched his back forward, his skull colliding with the meta's as he head-butt him. The meta-human yelled, holding his head as he toppled back. Barry scrambled to his feet, limping off in the other direction in search of sanctuary or a weapon. He felt defenseless without his powers, like a puppet for this meta-human to play with. His head hurt, his leg was searing with pain, and he couldn't heal.

"Where are you going, Flash?" the meta taunted, calling after him.

He heard heavy footsteps behind him and Barry knew that the relatively uninjured meta-human would catch up to him. He tried to stand his ground, but he felt a heavy shoe collide with his abdomen and he went tumbling to the floor. The blood loss was getting to him, his leg still bleeding profusely, and dizziness clouded his brain.

"Just one last touch," the distant, distorted voice of the meta-human swam through his mind as he struggled to get to his elbows and pull himself up once more.

Rough hands grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, slamming his spine down into the cement as he ached with pain from head to toe. He saw a glint of sharp metal in his blurry vision and an evil grin.

He felt a sensation from his muddled senses, but it didn't take long for his abdomen to heat up like a fire. Soon, it hit him full-fledged, and he shouted as something pierced through the skin of his side.

"You like that?" The meta laughed callously, "I sharpened my knife really well tonight."

He lifted his head and Barry looked down to see a long, sharp knife digging through his hip, cutting through the skin, and blood seeping out.

Barry yelled in pain, an excruciating fire coursing through him. This made the shoulder wound seem like a paper cut as the meta-human relentlessly dug into his skin. It all blurred together-the pain, the anger, the fear, the suffering, and he soon felt his vision spotted with black dots.

"Oh, no, no, no," he felt hands slap his cheek and his eyes fluttered open as the meta's eyes lined up with his own, "not yet, Flash, not just yet. You see, you might want the knife out of you, but as of this moment that's the only thing keeping you from bleeding out! So, you see the conflict we're in?"

Barry's head hit the cement again, exhaustion flooding through him as his body willed for this onslaught to stop.

"And now for my last trick," he heard a shuffle of movement and the meta-human got to his feet, wincing slightly at his sore body from being thrown around a little by the Flash. He relished in the sight of the Scarlet Speedster sprawled on the floor, wounded and helpless, "time for a long getaway, Flash."

"W-what are you doing?" Barry opposed weakly, "stop…please…"

"Can I believe my ears, or is the Flash begging? Someone videotape this for me! Ha! It's too late, hero, but I think you need a little vacation…"

"No, no-"

Barry shook his head, his eyes widening in horror as the ground collapsed beneath him, a blue light started to glow around his body, and he sank into the breach, his destination unknown.

Chapter 2 coming soon!