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[COLOR=#dbf220][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Central City[/I] - [I]4 Months Ago[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Post #1.01:[/b] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Eddie Thawne[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][color=#dbf220][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]None[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [COLOR=SILVER][I][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4867179]Victory[/url][/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][/indent]

[color=#ffe659]"I win."[/color] His words had uttered, yet what was happening hardly felt like a victory anymore to Thawne. He might’ve beaten Barry Allen, but with what The Speedforce had told him, it looks like he can’t savor the sweet taste of being the best. He’s not fast enough to go back to his time, and The Speedforce will offer him no refuge from the claws of the timeline - and if he didn’t play along, he’d be neck deep in time wraiths.

So, he was left with but one course of action, there was only one man who could be his savior in this night of chaos. A plane crashed above and debris caused even further panic, as the yellow blur raced through the streets of Central City, to the slums. The most rundown part of town, under the highway that connected Central City to rest of the states. It was called ‘The Face of Central City’ officially, but the natives knew it simply as ‘The Gates’. Fancy facades hiding the drugs and homelessness.

There was one apartment in this complex of divorcees and addicts that was of interest to the renegade speedster. E. Thawne the mailbox read, as he burst through the door, vibrating the lock to pieces. In the bedroom, a blonde, 27 year old man, pale as a corpse laid passed out, a needle in his arm. His name was Edward William Thawne, a divorcee and estranged father. A Janitor at CCPD and a heroin addict. He was set to inherit a billion dollar fortune from his parents,  but a falling out left him without a penny from the fortune and a disgrace to the Thawne name - a dynasty of some of the greatest minds of humanity.

Eobard felt disgust run through him as he walked through the apartment and into the bedroom. His gloved hand trailing the frame of the bed as he walked towards the unconscious Thawne. His breathing was slow.. Too slow. Eobard felt Eddies pulse only to find that there was barely one there.

[color=#ffe659]"That’s certainly not good."[/color] The speedster mentioned, as he moved his hand towards Eddie’s Chest. Vibrating it to stimulate the heart, a speedsters way of doing CPR. No effect. Eobard’s damaged arm aches and it further angered him, he couldn’t let this Thawne die. 

His heart stopped completely, as did his breathing. Thawne’s eyes flashed with red, and his arm swung into the air, coming down like a hammer, staking Eddie with red and yellow lightning, defibrillating his heart and shattering a few of his ribs. Eddie’s eyes shot open and he gasped for air, shock and panic in his eyes, as Eobard smirked for a second, before his expression turned back into a frown.

[color=#ffe659]"You.."[/color] Eobard spoke, vibrating his entire body to distort his appearance from Eddie. [b]”W-Who are you?!”[/b] Eddie cried, terrified.

Eobard grabbed him by the arm and jerked him out of the bed, pinning him against the wall with his forearm to his throat. [color=#ffe659]"You pathetic, sorry son of a bitch!."[/color] He yelled and Eddie replied with terror in his voice [b]”Take anything! Take it all! Just don’t hurt me, please!”[/b] Eobard threw him to the ground, where he began trying to crawl away, turning around and running on all four away from the speedster, Eobard caught him by the ankle and pulled him back, grabbing him by the chin, his eyes glowing with fierce red light. 

[color=#ffe659]"You waste of space, sorry excuse for a human being. You had all of this potential, all of this promise, and you’ve squandered it all! "[/color] The man in yellow yelled, twisting Thawne’s jaw, holding his face in place as he tried to squirm away. 
[color=#ffe659]"But no more. You will finally be useful."[/color]

[b]”Who are you?!”[/b] Eddie cried, as Thawne smirked. Piercing his skin with what looked like a syringe, and Eddie’s skin began shriveling away, drained of all essence until nothing more but a husk was left behind. Eobard’s arm healed under the suit, as the other end of the syringe was stuck in his chest. And as he pulled away his mask, his face was now that of the far younger Eddie.

[color=#ffe659]"I’m you."[/color] The Speedster said, taking off his suit and hiding it inside of his yellow ring. Now, he had to feign an accident that’d left him in a coma. A Short circuit would do the thing, and his body would radiate enough dark matter to leave a trail that the would-be allies of The Flash would believe.

[i]He hoped. [/i]