[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ICLsanB.png[/img] [/center] [COLOR=#dbf220][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Central City[/I] - [I]Present Day[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Post #1.01:[/b] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Your guiding S.T.A.R[/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/4873662]Eddie Thawne[/url][/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][/indent] [color=#b35900]"Thawne"[/color] The older man of the group spoke, softly as the machines beeping in the background. He was leaning on the cane he used for a crutch as, his dark features in his face had grown ever so more apparent in the past few months - it’s what having your life’s work falling apart will do for you. He looked over at the 25 year old victim of a lightning strike the night of the particle accelerator. And he knew. He knew that this man was special. He was [i]the one. [/i] The one universally good thing about this whole mess, the saving grace of his mistake. A happy accident, as it were. He limped out of the room in the basement of the facility, into the room with his colleges - or rather, the ones whom had stuck around. The Central City division of S.T.A.R labs was now a disgraced household, it had lost all of it’s stature and if it wasn't for the donors who paid enough money to keep the lights on, they’d been closed down long ago. But someone with extraordinarily deep pockets still thought in their mission, that they were the ones who could fix the mess they started. 1400 people died that night, and metahuman activity in the city has gone up by 600% in the past two months, directly following the release of the dark matter into the city. People are changing, and with most, it’s not for the better. The powers brings out the worst in so many of those affected. It’s truly a waste of potential. The Doctor pondered as he met the gaze of his far younger partner. [color=#b35900]"Cisco.."[/color] He greeted him and shook his hand, as Cisco had a faint smile on his lips. [color=#ff4d4d]"Tina recommended that we pray for a miracle, Dr. Wells."[/color] Wells scoffed, but as he was about to lecture the young engineer on why miracles have no place in science, they were interrupted by a shadow behind them. It was [i]him[/i] [color=#ffe659]"I did not think prayers carried much weight in your circles."[/color] The strained, shirtless man whom had ripped all of the tubes and nodes off him said, leaning against the wall, clearly strained. Strained, tired and exhausted. But, he was awake. He had a slight smirk on his face. [color=#ff4d4d]"Holy crap, he’s alive."[/color] Cisco gasped, and Wells smiled as he walked towards the no longer comatose Thawne. [color=#b35900]”Welcome back to the world of the living, [i]Edward Thawne[/i]."[/color] Patting him on the shoulder. [color=#ffe659]"Hungry. Like I haven’t eaten in months."[/color] Eddie responded, and Wells scoffed. [color=#b35900]"4 months. You haven’t eaten anything in 4 months, Mr. Thawne."[/color] Cisco chuckled. [color=#ff4d4d]"You must be starving, then."[/color] Cisco chimed in, handing Thawne the box of donuts that sat on the desk he had been working at. Thawne scarfed them down in an instant, his expression asked for more, and Cisco pointed towards the sign behind him that said 'kitchen' and pointed to the right. [hr] Thawne had been given a S.T.A.R Sweatshirt to cover himself with as he was finishing up his meal in the kitchen, Wells and Cisco were both staring in awe. [color=#ff4d4d]"That.. That’s how many calories?"[/color] Cisco questioned, shaking his head in disbelief Wells grinned softly and adjusted his glasses. [color=#b35900]"That’s about 60,000 calories. I see that we miscalculated the affects the dark matter had on his metabolism. By a few thousand percent.."[/color] The doctor said smiling softly, nursing a cup of tea with his one hand, leaning on the cane with his other. [color=#ffe659]"What happened to you, anyway?"[/color] Eddie asked, nodding at the cane, and Wells scoffed. [color=#b35900]”Lightning didn't hit us all that night. When the accelerator exploded, I got hit with a piece of debris that severely damaged my spine and hip. Cisco here built me a mechanical replacement hip, but we sadly can’t do much about the spine being damaged, so, I’m stuck with this.”[/color] He tapped his hip and then his cane. [color=#ffe659]"That’s quite unfortunate. But, hey, at least it isn't a wheelchair, right?"[/color] Eddie said with a grin and Wells nodded, solemnly. [color=#b35900]"There is always that, yes. We theorized the dark matter affected you in more ways than just making you hungry. Would you kindly follow me outside?"[/color] Wells asked, looking at Cisco and Thawne, Cisco smiled and grabbed some a camera. [color=#ffe659]"I mean, I guess. What do you mean?"[/color] Thawne asked, a smirk creeping up onto his face, but he quickly changed his facial expression back to the questioning look he had the moment before. Wells directed Thawne to a pair of sneakers as they approached the door to the now empty fenced off parking lot behind S.T.A.R Labs. Thawne put them onto his bare feet and walked outside, holding his hand in front of his forehead as he was hit with the sunlight for the first time in a very long time. [color=#b35900]"We believe that the drugs in your system, combined with the electric shock and dark matter altered you biochemistry. And your enhanced metabolism proves that hypothesis quite nicely. But, like I said, I don't think that's all the effects. I believe you've become fast. Impossibly fast, Edward."[/color] [color=#ffe659]"You mean to tell me that the heroin in my body when I got sparked by my toaster made me an olympic sprinter?"[/color] [color=#b35900]"There is only one way to find out, Mr. Thawne. You ready, Cisco?"[/color] And Cisco gave the thumb up, having setup the camera. [color=#b35900]"See the fence over there? That's exactly 200 meters. I want you to sprint, as fast as you can there."[/color] Thawne blinked. [color=#ffe659]"I haven't really ran that much since high school, I don't think I'm gonna impress anyone."[/color] Thawne said with a slight scoff, and Wells smiled. [color=#b35900]"I think you'll surprise us, Edward."[/color] Eddie looked towards the fence, and sparks starting buzzing in his eyes, and soon the lightning trailed across his body, all the way to the ground, and as his foot left the asphalt, it felt like the world stopped, completely. He might have induced his coma himself, but it actually, truly, felt good to run again. A subsonic boom occurred and the back draft made Cisco's hair blow in the wind and Wells almost lost his balance. Cisco let out a triumphant Woo as he read the reading on the camera. [color=#ff4d4d]"Hell yeah, Man! That's Mach 1! You just cleared 200 meters in a little more than half a second!"[/color] Clapping his hands, Wells clapped his hand against his shoulder. [color=#b35900]"Congratulations, Edward. You're a metahuman. You might just be the fastest man alive. Let's do some more tests."[/color] Wells suggested as Thawne came walking back, grinning.