Fallout

Chapter 6

Watching as the Reverse Flash walks to the glass of the cage he begins to pace back and forth completely silent just staring daggers at me as if I'm a caged dog that just bit his child. "W-who are you?" I question, feeling my heartbeat quicken beating through my chest watching as Reverse Flash stops his pacing his annoyance clear even through his mask.

"Silence I will be asking the questions now! I need you to tell me about your healing." He barks, punching the glass as I flinch slightly while sighing, resting my head back on the glass closing my eyes. What's the point? This whole new life I've been deceitful keeping everyone at arm's length never letting anyone in constantly trying to gain strength. I've clung to the memories that I've held with nothing to show for it just a missing fucking arm and getting trapped in this cage.

Sometimes I think it would be better to just be missing or even dead well as dead as a dead person can be. It's just so difficult to sort out who I am, having bits of past memories that were attached to my permanent memories which seem to be fading by the day, the only ones that stay being the shows that I've watched and my combat experience. I've kept my 'family' at length because I've already had a family! I've already lived my life even if I don't remember it. These people are just replacements and they will never accept the real me it's just so tiring keeping up this mask.

If they know the real me and what I'm planning to do in the future they would never look at me the same. I can't have that, I need them. They will be strong assets in the future, but eventually they'll see the real me and I can't wait until they do. I can't wait until I take this mask off and show everyone who I really am. For fifteen years I've been suppressing this other side of myself. Do you know how tiring it is to live a lie for fifteen years never showing who you really are? 

I'm ready to leave this fucking family and if I know one thing that's certain is that I need power and so far I've fucked up. Looking back on my actions I can't help but gag at what I was doing trying to rely on other people who don't even have strength yet. By no means am I saying that it was wrong to try to make strong bonds with powerful allies but I still should've focused on individual strength like maybe joining a MMA class and getting this body accustomed to combat but instead I wasted valuable time… I was foolish and it won't happen again.

I need to get my own power at any means necessary. I can't wait for the particular accelerator which was why I went to the Antique store but I wasn't strong enough to get what I needed. 

My body processed this in the matter of a second and I'm able to listen to that evil demonic voice of his, my heart still slamming against my rib cage. "Who I am does not matter. What matters is that healing of yours, now tell me what you know about it." 

Welp I'll live either way but I still need to get out of this with my freedom. "I-I don't know! I-I was stabbed by my father as a child I think I started healing after that." I stutter out trying to think of any possible way to get out of this. 

If I'm correct in my thinking then Eobard wants to see if my healing will help regain his speed making me his test subject trying to replicate my healing; and once he does find that he can't replicate it I fear what will happen to me.

"So you know?" I hear him mutter under his breath as I feel my heart beat even faster watching as he vibrates himself through the glass walking towards me as I slowly stumble away my back hitting the bloody glass. "Don't lie to me boy I've been around long enough to spot a liar and as good as you are at it I can tell you're lying after all you didn't show any surprise when you saw me and my speed, you only showed fear. So tell me kid why is it that you threw your pops in the slammer? Did you not want to sound crazy, maybe he loved Barry more than you so you wanted to spite him?" He questions excitedly staring down at me with a sick smile as I stare up at him defiantly. 

I won't say anything, my goals are beyond his understanding and if he knows that I know too much I could end up in a box at the bottom of the pacific and that would be… inconvenient.

"Well tell me?!" He shouts lifting me up off the ground before smirking. "Or don't… to be honest I don't really care but either way we've been here too long it's time for another run." As my vision gets blurry I hear Eobard shout as we move at super speed. "Don't worry you won't get injured this time. I need you in one piece for the foreseeable future." 

Death was right I can't do anything if I don't have the power to back myself up hell I'm trapped with a crazy speedster still unsure of how I will escape. Am I really willing to give up so much just for power? I've already given up so much I allowed my 'mother' to die and my 'father' to go to prison. I even testified against him in court painting him as a villain to anyone who would listen. I watched him and my brother weep as I testified only to then try to rely on my brother to make sure I'll be safe in the future. I made fake connections with the people who I know will be useful to me in the future neglecting the other ways that I could gain power whether it was through books or through brawn. I've been neglectful looking for power in all the wrong places and look at where it's gotten me. I could've properly scouted the Antique store and raided it silently. Maybe I would've been able to get a big score on it but instead I'm here. So to answer my own question am I willing to sacrifice the bonds that I've made for the power I desire? Yes, yes I am. These bonds are temporary and I don't wish to play hero on this Earth so I will wear whatever mask I need whenever I need to, but as soon as the time comes I will break them. 

My visions blurry as we run at super speed but all the pain that I felt before is gone as I feel the wind against my skin. It's actually quite relaxing. I can see why every speedster in the show became so addicted to the sensation. 

When Eobard stops running I'm tossed to the soft floor only seeing his red lightning before it disappears leaving me alone. Looking around the all white padded room with zero furniture and a camera, a speaker, and a vent in the top corner of the room with a large one way mirror that I can't see though.

Examining my body now that I'm alone all of my injuries seem to have healed only a mild sting from some. Most importantly it seems as though my arm has begun to regrow if only slightly now it's just a matter of trying to figure out how to get out of here. 

Sitting in silence on the soft padded floor my bloodied clothing quickly became uncomfortable and stared blankly at the one way mirror.

"Theodore Allen it is time for treatment." The voice comes through the speaker allowing me to quickly take out my yo-yo waiting for the door to open. As I wait a faint buzz draws my attention behind me as I watch as a mist slowly floods the room. Going to the farthest corner of the room away from the mist my body quickly grows fatigued as I collapse unconscious the last thing I see is the padded door opening a crack.