Mothpoint Finale- The Killer Moth

====Arkham Asylum====

 

*Five years ago, the skies were filled with the reanimated corpses of the dead. As superhero and supervillain alike fought against them, opportunists- common with every Crisis, fled from their cells. One such case was Ted Carson. The one time successor to Garfield Lynns, Carson went by Firefly, and in a few short minutes, he too would perish, joining the Lanterns in the sky, killed not by the zombies or psychopaths all around, no, in ten minutes, Ted Carson would die in a car accident, the victim of a distracted driver. An ordinary death, for an ordinary man. But as he ran down those endless halls, avoiding The King of Cats' advances and Zodiac Master pleading for dating advice, he failed to notice the flash of light behind him, and following that- a man. Chronos. Out of time, and on a mission. And emerging behind them, a queasy Simon Van Cleer arrived in the past*

 

=====S.T.A.R Labs=====

 

*He was beaten. No. Not beaten necessarily, not yet Chronos thought to himself in between punches thrown at him. By now his mask was stained crimson red, coloured by the blood from his nose and mouth. As he drifted in and out of consciousness, he could just see Thawne's outline, as his gloved hand grabbed Walker's fist, and pushed Carson aside*

 

Thawne- Step aside you morons. This doesn't concern you.

 

Walker- Like hell.

 

*Dear god was this man annoying, Thawne mused. He would have to remember to kill him once the timeline was restored. He had quite the substantial hit list already, but was quite sure he could make some room*

 

Thawne- Ever been to hell Walker? I know you have Ted. Big fan, by the way.

 

Carson- Of my arson work-?

 

Thawne- Yes... That.

 

*Thawne kneeled beside Chronos and scraped off a sample of his blood from his drained cheeks. Behind him, Carson wrestled with his daughter, in protest of this*

 

Chronos- A time tracker Eobard? Really?

 

Bridget- Dad, dad, you can't let him-

 

Carson- He can do whatever the hell he wants, Bridget, we're leaving.

 

Bridget- No, you're not listening! I did this, I-

 

Carson- What? Bridget, what the hell are you saying?

 

Bridget- It's my fault! I made a deal with Chronos, to save your life!

 

...

 

Carson- My life-? What... What were you *thinking* girl?!

 

Bridget- I wanted to save you, why don't you get that?

 

Carson- That's... that is some A-List villain shit. That's fucking monstrous! We set things on fire, occasionally people, that's it! How could you do something like- Oh sweetheart, why would you-?

 

Chronos- *Ahem* I would listen to your daughter Mr Carson. cough You- you would be dead if it were not for me. A little gratitude would be-

 

Walker- If not for you, Miranda would still be alive, Gar would still be alive! You took everything from me!

 

Chronos- Necessary losses Walker. If you put aside your petty wants and needs, if you saw the bigger picture, you'd know that I'm the hero here.

 

Walker- Heroes don't fuck with time. Heroes don't mess with-

 

Chronos- No? Tell the Flash that. Tell Green Lantern that.

 

Thawne- Hm. Well he's not wrong there.

 

Walker- Are you serious?

 

Thawne- You raise good points Clinton. But, at the end of the day, you're just a nuisance to be taken care of.

 

Chronos- Don't flatter yourself Eobard, you're good, but you're not that good. Your hubris will be your undoing, my legacy will live on.

 

*Thawne smiles smugly. Then, like he's done to so many, he drives his hand through Chronos' chest, leaving him gasping for air, before finally dying. Not as a god, but as a man*

 

Thawne- Sorry Clinton, I already have I need

 

...

 

Walker- That was my kill.

 

Thawne- Oh I'm sorry. You can kill him next time. Simon!

 

*Simon, who has been silent since Chronos was first thrown on the ground and beaten, stared at his current company- Ted Carson- In one timeline a hired gun with a fire obsession, in another a delusion maniac with an axe to grind against his family; In his arms, his daughter Bridget- the cause of all of this torment, pain and death, but who ultimately just wanted her dad back; Marching up and down was Walker- Drury Walker, his Dad without the optimism and determination that made him the man Simon admired, and lastly Thawne- Simon's killer, the monster who haunted his dreams, who he saw when he closed his eyes at night and yet, the only consistent ally in this nightmare world. Seeing them all together, these killers and monsters, made Simon wonder if he was really all that different from them*

 

Thawne- Give me your arm.

 

*And like a mother strapping on their child's schoolbag, Thawne tied his device- the Time Tracker as Chronos called it, to Simon's wrist, and then he patronisingly petted him on the head for good luck. Though it been just a few days, for Simon it felt like months, and he couldn't wait to leave this hell behind*

 

Thawne- This will hopefully bring you to the last place Clinton travelled to. You don't let anything, or anyone stand in your way. Your target is Clinton, and you better do your job before he finishes his. This is your only shot, and if you fail, rest assured I will kill you, and him

 

*He gestures to Walker, then smirks, condescendingly asking "Any Questions?"*

 

Simon- You said hopefully...

 

Thawne- Ah, well you might overstep the landing, end up splattered across the timestream. Try not to do that.

 

Simon- Noted.

 

Bridget- Dad. Please...

 

Carson- Bridget. I love you. But this... This world... is wrong, it's dark and bleak and awful and Kite-Man is a tragic villain... You deserve a better world than this. And maybe this'll give you that.

 

Bridget- But I won't have you...

 

Carson- I will always, *always* be in your heart kitten. I promise.

 

*They embrace into a hug, awaiting an uncertain future. And with the press of a button Simon vanishes into the void*

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*It was unlike anything Simon has ever experienced, as though he was battling a powerful current, time itself was battling him, but this time, he was going to win. No matter how powerful the storm was, his will was stronger, moving inch by inch through the vortex until he was there. Arkham Asylum, the day of the Blackest Night. The day everything changed. Simon hadn't seen it when it had first went down- his mom had brought him along on a business trip, and he was later told that only those who were related to heroes and villains had risen. Seeing them up close was haunting. Corpses were everywhere, puppeteered by the black rings on their fingers- One goal- Recruitment. Under the bridge, a large man cowered. Thawne told him not to interfere, but Simon never could help himself. There was still some time*

 

Simon- Hello, I'm Simon. I'm not going to hurt you.

 

*The fat man turned away, repeating an old nursery rhyme to himself for comfort- must have been an inmate caught in the crossfire*

 

Dumphrey- Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

 

Simon- Listen, don't be scared. You, uh, didn't happen to see a man in a yellow cape? Red boots did you?

 

Dumphrey- You mean, like- like Robin?

 

Simon- No, he has a white mask, clock hands on his face.

 

*Dumphrey puts a big hand to his face, wracking his brains, before looking up and stretching out a flabby arm*

 

Dumphrey- D-do you mean him?

 

*Dammit. Chronos was now climbing up the Intensive Care building, a gun strapped to his back. In a couple of minutes he'd fire it. Unless- Only one chance, hopefully those firing lessons with Emi paid off. Nearby Ted Carson ran through a sea of crazed inmates. Two miles away, Drury Walker drove his companions home, taking a shortcut through the Asylum grounds. Around Simon, Black Lanterns whispered*

 

Will. Hope. Love. Compassion.

 

*He aimed his lightning gun at Chronos, and an electrical charge shot out, hitting him in the back of his head. In his vunerable state, Clinton fell backwards, his gun falling down through the ravine below. Landing on the ground with a thud, he's quick to regain his senses and look for his attacker. But Simon is quicker. He flies up, and kicks him in the face. Then he shoots him, again and again so that Chronos can no longer stand. Full of bloodlust, he half wanted to kill him good and proper. But that wasn't him. Nor would it ever be. And, 20 feet below, a car screeched to a halt, but not before it rammed into Carson. Killing him, for the first time all over again. For once in a long time, Simon has won. But he still had some unfinished business*

 

Simon- Miranda Gaige and Garfield Lynns are safe. Ted Carson is dead. You've lost.

 

Chronos- W-Who... Who even are you? How did you-?

 

Simon- I'm nobody. What matters is, it's over.

 

Chronos- Over-? Over! Do you know me so well that you expect me to surrender? Are you so deluded to assume this set-back will stop me? Do you have any idea what your interference will cost?

 

Simon- I. Don't. Care. All I know is *your* interference killed two people. And that's enough.

 

Chronos- You heroes... You vain, stone faced heroes... If you only-!

 

*Simon turned just in time to see Chronos fall down. Dead again, taking a bullet straight through the heart. Drury Walker, the alternate one , held the smoking gun with the other Chronos' belt around his waist*

 

Walker- He was going to kill you. No one kills *my* boy.

 

*He smiles, but suddenly starts groaning, falling to his knees*

 

Walker- F-fuck, this is it, isn't it? I'm being erased...

 

*A white glow covers him, as Simon cradles his father in his arms. His eye drifts to the now parked car below, where Miranda chastises Gar*

 

Miranda- Gar, are you robbing him?

 

Gar- Gasoline don't come cheap sweetheart... Huh. Wallet says his name is Ted Carson

 

Walker- Ha! You can hear them can't you? Same old Gar, same ol-

 

Simon- Yeah. I hear them.

 

*And so Drury Walker died with a smile on his face. Content with himself at long last*

 

 

Done