Mothpoint #4- Enemy of my Enemy
=The Fireflies' Lair- Carson Manor=
*He was lying. He had to be. They couldn't be dead. Not Uncle Gar, not Miranda... But with one more glance at Bridget, Simon knew Carson was telling the truth and realised exactly what had been changed. By now Bridget was backing away, slowly at first*
Carson- -hate to be the bearer of bad news kid, really, but hey- could be worse, eh?
*It wasn't the man's fault, not really, but after dislocating his thumbs and breaking free from his bonds (another trick picked up from his counterpart no doubt), Simon couldn't help enjoy the beating he gave Carson, even if he was sure he was trying to apologise in-between punches to the face. The chime of the elevator meant Bridget had escaped, but, his jetpack meant that wouldn't be much trouble. There was only one thought on his mind- revenge.*
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*How could he remember? thought Bridget, Chronos said no one would, yet the rage on his face proved otherwise. Flamethrower at the ready, she was primed to take him down. Then she heard the crackle of lightning behind her. She saw the yellow glow, and for the first time in a long while, Bridget screamed*
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*This had to end. Now. Any argument, any valid point Bridget might've held was gone in Simon's eyes. She'd killed them, his family, even if just indirectly. What about Axel? Kitten? He felt certain that Cammy, his youngest brother didn't exist anymore and that made him angrier than ever. But then, it stopped. The anger, the rage, it all dissipated, it melted away at the sight of *him* and in it's place came dread. And shear terror*
???- Oh don't worry Ms Pike I'm not here for you... but all the same-
*His hand was vibrating, like some kind of saw, aimed directly at Bridget's chest. That image was forever burned into Simon's mind, that same hand was plunged into his own chest not so long ago and and just as he was sure that he would do it- kill her as effortlessly he killed him, the figure stopped, and looked directly at Simon*
Thawne- Happy Holidays, Bridget.
=====*Thump*=====
*Once again Simon found himself handcuffed, the strong smell of coffee and the indistinct chatter indicating to him he had to be in a cafe... but why? Opening his eyes revealed the focus of so many nightmares sat right across from him, as though he were an old friend- not Simon’s one time murderer: Eobard Thawne- The Reverse Flash. He may not be wearing his yellow suit, but those piercing, inhuman red eyes could belong to no one else*
Thawne- I must say, if there's one thing this time does better than mine, it's the coffee.
*Thawne gulps it down hungrily. Simon begins to wonder.... The Flash mentioned Thawne was from the future and so, consequently he often met him in the wrong order. Was this what was happening now? From the way he addressed Bridget, he knew her, which surely meant he heralded from Simon’s time, after all The Arkham Moth no longer existed here. Was this Thawne, the one who worked with Lex Luthor and Scarecrow, from before the Signal Man Crisis, from before he killed-? Well, he certainly didn’t recognise Simon, not the way he expected him to. There was yet another reason for his behaviour though- one Simon didn’t want to think about- Thawne didn’t know him, because he was simply forgettable. Indeed, Thawne seemed far more interested in his Christmas Latte*
Thawne- Aaaah, lovely spot. That hint of cinnamon *mwah!* Now, about those tachyons...
Simon- What-?
*Before he could blink, Thawne had moved, now sitting right beside him. Simon’s stomach lurched.*
Thawne- Tachyons. You're covered in them. And yet you're as ordinary as they come.
*Simon attempted a sarcastic remark, but found him incapable of getting the words out*
Thawne- Of course, of course, you must still be shaken up. My name, is Eobard Thawne, but it’s more likely you know me as-
Simon- You’re the Reverse Flash.
*Thawne looks a little taken aback, but soon contorts his face into a mirthless smile*
Thawne- Why, yes, although admittedly I prefer “Professor Zoom”, I think you'd find it a better expression of myself. But... enough about me.
*Another flash, Thawne’s now right behind him*
Thawne- See you, Mr Van Cleer, are the real enigma. Like I say, Tachyons, they must have somehow shielded you from the temporal changes in time- which can only mean you have friends in high places, isn’t that surprising? You of all people. Killer Moth’s son- a wannabe hero in one timeline, an enforcer for I want to say Black Mask(?) in the other
*Simon finds his voice, if just for a moment. He couldn’t let Thawne continue to torment him*
Simon- It's, um, the Great White actually.
...
Thawne- Oh lord it's worse than I imagined.
*Simon ignores this remark and gets to work undoing his bonds, wondering just how many times he’d have to dislocate his thumbs today. Yet, Thawne presses a button and the cuffs immediately electrocute Simon*
Simon- Aaargh-!
Thawne- Yeah, don't do that again. Now, I like a time travel romp as much as the next person, but, frankly, I don't quite appreciate being on the receiving end. This time? All wrong. And since those *idiots* irreparably damaged the speedforce I can't even go home!
Simon- The speedforce is broken?!
*No. That was the only way he could fix all this... If he had just found The Flash, gotten him to restore time to how it was *supposed* to be, and save Uncle Gar and Miranda then it would be over by the end of the day. Now? What could he hope to do? He didn’t exactly have the knowledge needed to build his own time machine*
Thawne- Oh don't look so glum. There's more than one way to skin a cat... I’ve materials at my warehouse, but we’ll have to be... quick.
*Thawne gets up, but something Simon says stops him*
Simon- There's something else... There's things I say, or do, that isn't me... Like it's someone else talking, like the other me, the one from this time is trying to-
Thawne- You're being assimilated.
Simon- I’m- what?
Thawne- How best to explain it? You don't belong here, not in this time- you're an aberration, not meant to exist, not like this, so reality is trying to slot you in.
Simon- What happens then? Once I'm “assimilated”
*Thawne speaks, quite casually*
Thawne- You'll cease to exist. You'll be replaced, by the you you're supposed to be, White Shark's cruel, smug enforcer, destined to continue on with his sad little life until finally, some angry rival puts a bullet in his brain. Merry Christmas.
Simon- Then why's it not happening to you?
Thawne- Well for one thing, I'm from the future, there's nowhere to put me, not like you. And the other... I'm dead. At Iris West's hands of all people, that's irony for you!
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Thawne- That's a in-joke, you wouldn't get it.
Mothpoint #4- Enemy of my Enemy
=The Fireflies' Lair- Carson Manor=
*He was lying. He had to be. They couldn't be dead. Not Uncle Gar, not Miranda... But with one more glance at Bridget, Simon knew Carson was telling the truth and realised exactly what had been changed. By now Bridget was backing away, slowly at first*
Carson- -hate to be the bearer of bad news kid, really, but hey- could be worse, eh?
*It wasn't the man's fault, not really, but after dislocating his thumbs and breaking free from his bonds (another trick picked up from his counterpart no doubt), Simon couldn't help enjoy the beating he gave Carson, even if he was sure he was trying to apologise in-between punches to the face. The chime of the elevator meant Bridget had escaped, but, his jetpack meant that wouldn't be much trouble. There was only one thought on his mind- revenge.*
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*How could he remember? thought Bridget, Chronos said no one would, yet the rage on his face proved otherwise. Flamethrower at the ready, she was primed to take him down. Then she heard the crackle of lightning behind her. She saw the yellow glow, and for the first time in a long while, Bridget screamed*
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*This had to end. Now. Any argument, any valid point Bridget might've held was gone in Simon's eyes. She'd killed them, his family, even if just indirectly. What about Axel? Kitten? He felt certain that Cammy, his youngest brother didn't exist anymore and that made him angrier than ever. But then, it stopped. The anger, the rage, it all dissipated, it melted away at the sight of *him* and in it's place came dread. And shear terror*
???- Oh don't worry Ms Pike I'm not here for you... but all the same-
*His hand was vibrating, like some kind of saw, aimed directly at Bridget's chest. That image was forever burned into Simon's mind, that same hand was plunged into his own chest not so long ago and and just as he was sure that he would do it- kill her as effortlessly he killed him, the figure stopped, and looked directly at Simon*
Thawne- Happy Holidays, Bridget.
=====*Thump*=====
*Once again Simon found himself handcuffed, the strong smell of coffee and the indistinct chatter indicating to him he had to be in a cafe... but why? Opening his eyes revealed the focus of so many nightmares sat right across from him, as though he were an old friend- not Simon’s one time murderer: Eobard Thawne- The Reverse Flash. He may not be wearing his yellow suit, but those piercing, inhuman red eyes could belong to no one else*
Thawne- I must say, if there's one thing this time does better than mine, it's the coffee.
*Thawne gulps it down hungrily. Simon begins to wonder.... The Flash mentioned Thawne was from the future and so, consequently he often met him in the wrong order. Was this what was happening now? From the way he addressed Bridget, he knew her, which surely meant he heralded from Simon’s time, after all The Arkham Moth no longer existed here. Was this Thawne, the one who worked with Lex Luthor and Scarecrow, from before the Signal Man Crisis, from before he killed-? Well, he certainly didn’t recognise Simon, not the way he expected him to. There was yet another reason for his behaviour though- one Simon didn’t want to think about- Thawne didn’t know him, because he was simply forgettable. Indeed, Thawne seemed far more interested in his Christmas Latte*
Thawne- Aaaah, lovely spot. That hint of cinnamon *mwah!* Now, about those tachyons...
Simon- What-?
*Before he could blink, Thawne had moved, now sitting right beside him. Simon’s stomach lurched.*
Thawne- Tachyons. You're covered in them. And yet you're as ordinary as they come.
*Simon attempted a sarcastic remark, but found him incapable of getting the words out*
Thawne- Of course, of course, you must still be shaken up. My name, is Eobard Thawne, but it’s more likely you know me as-
Simon- You’re the Reverse Flash.
*Thawne looks a little taken aback, but soon contorts his face into a mirthless smile*
Thawne- Why, yes, although admittedly I prefer “Professor Zoom”, I think you'd find it a better expression of myself. But... enough about me.
*Another flash, Thawne’s now right behind him*
Thawne- See you, Mr Van Cleer, are the real enigma. Like I say, Tachyons, they must have somehow shielded you from the temporal changes in time- which can only mean you have friends in high places, isn’t that surprising? You of all people. Killer Moth’s son- a wannabe hero in one timeline, an enforcer for I want to say Black Mask(?) in the other
*Simon finds his voice, if just for a moment. He couldn’t let Thawne continue to torment him*
Simon- It's, um, the Great White actually.
...
Thawne- Oh lord it's worse than I imagined.
*Simon ignores this remark and gets to work undoing his bonds, wondering just how many times he’d have to dislocate his thumbs today. Yet, Thawne presses a button and the cuffs immediately electrocute Simon*
Simon- Aaargh-!
Thawne- Yeah, don't do that again. Now, I like a time travel romp as much as the next person, but, frankly, I don't quite appreciate being on the receiving end. This time? All wrong. And since those *idiots* irreparably damaged the speedforce I can't even go home!
Simon- The speedforce is broken?!
*No. That was the only way he could fix all this... If he had just found The Flash, gotten him to restore time to how it was *supposed* to be, and save Uncle Gar and Miranda then it would be over by the end of the day. Now? What could he hope to do? He didn’t exactly have the knowledge needed to build his own time machine*
Thawne- Oh don't look so glum. There's more than one way to skin a cat... I’ve materials at my warehouse, but we’ll have to be... quick.
*Thawne gets up, but something Simon says stops him*
Simon- There's something else... There's things I say, or do, that isn't me... Like it's someone else talking, like the other me, the one from this time is trying to-
Thawne- You're being assimilated.
Simon- I’m- what?
Thawne- How best to explain it? You don't belong here, not in this time- you're an aberration, not meant to exist, not like this, so reality is trying to slot you in.
Simon- What happens then? Once I'm “assimilated”
*Thawne speaks, quite casually*
Thawne- You'll cease to exist. You'll be replaced, by the you you're supposed to be, White Shark's cruel, smug enforcer, destined to continue on with his sad little life until finally, some angry rival puts a bullet in his brain. Merry Christmas.
Simon- Then why's it not happening to you?
Thawne- Well for one thing, I'm from the future, there's nowhere to put me, not like you. And the other... I'm dead. At Iris West's hands of all people, that's irony for you!
...
Thawne- That's a in-joke, you wouldn't get it.