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"Start the injection." A harsh voice spoke, staring at the subject strapped to a table.
"Right away doctor." Another voice spoke, injecting a black liquid into the neck of the subject. The subject was wearing a grey hospital gown, the words Project: Erasure on a file on the desk.
"The subject's memories are slowly starting to fade. Inject him once every hour until his memories are gone. Be careful not to erase anything that his body needs to keep him alive. We don't want to give him Alzheimer's disease." Another voice ordered.
"I know, I'm not stupid." Another voice spoke. It was about three hours later when the subject opened his eyes.
"What's your name?" A female voice ordered.
"Barry Allen." The subject answered.
"Who are these people?" A harsher, male voice ordered, showing the subject pictures of people that he knew.
"Henry Allen, Joe West, Iris West, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, Harrison Wells." Barry answered, and that's when they injected him, again. Barry could feel his mind slipping, this dose was so much worse than the ones they had injected him with when he was asleep. Barry blinked at the first picture. Barry must have known this person at some point, or they wouldn't have his picture up for Barry to look at.
Still, though, who the hell was this guy?
Barry fell asleep after that, and that's when they injected him with a higher dose, again.
"Good job Anderson, he's already forgotten one memory." The man smirked.
"Of course, sir. When we're done here, Barry Allen will be no more." The woman smirked. They had been feeding him with IVs since he was brought here, not caring enough to give him actual food.
They continued to inject him each hour, watching as he begins to forget more, and more, and more with each dose.
Barry woke around two the next morning, and that was when he was greeted by the pictures again.
"Who are you?" Anderson demanded.
"Barry Allen." Barry answered.
"Who are these people?" She asked.
"I don't know who that first guy is, but the rest are Joe West, Iris West, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, and Harrison Wells." Barry answered. Barry watched as they injected him again, before his mind started to fade again. Barry stared at the final picture they had for him, and his mind drew a blank. Why did they care about some nerdy guy with glasses?
All Barry cared about was Iris, Cisco, Joe, and Caitlin.
"He's awake for this dosage!" Anderson panicked.
"How is that possible?" Weller panicked.
"Please, can I just… go to the bathroom?" Barry pleaded.
"Fine. You have twenty minutes as soon as you get in there. Don't bother trying to escape, this facility is designed to shock you at any point if you try to escape." Weller snapped.
"I just want to take a piss!" Barry snapped, and that's when they freed him from the bed.
"You go straight there, and back. You understand?" Weller snapped. Barry didn't reply, he just walked down to the bathroom, slowly closing the door as he grabbed the syringes he had stolen when they weren't looking. He decided to inject his arm, knowing that it would be much faster. He could already feel his mind slipping, and the first memory he erased was Iris west. He continued to increase the dosage, until he couldn't remember any of his friends. He then dropped the needles, taking the time to use the facilities this time. After ten minutes his time was up, and he was strapped to the table again.
"What is your name?" Anderson asked.
"Barry Allen." He answered.
"Who are these people?" Weller asked.
"How the hell should I know?" Barry asked.
"What the hell! He shouldn't be forgetting this much already! How much did you give him?" Weller demanded.
"I gave him the normal amount!" Anderson screamed. Barry soon fell asleep after that, and that's when they injected him again.
Barry woke up around six the next morning to see that the stranger's pictures had been taken down.
"What's your name?" Anderson asked.
"I don't know." Barry answered.
"He's ready. Let him go." Anderson demanded. Weller changed Barry into some grey scrubs, and that's when they forced him out of the building, slowly closing the doors. Barry blinked when he noticed something under a plant, and that's when he slowly dug it out. It was a black wallet, with some cash in it. Barry didn't know where he was going, but suddenly he was running at impossible speeds, and he had found himself in front of a police station in some city called Star City.
Slowly, he walked inside the building, and that's when he was greeted by the desk.
"Hello, sir, how can I help you this evening?" The person asked.
"I think I was abducted." Barry spoke.
"Oh my. Stay here, and I'll have Detective Lance come to retrieve you." The lady spoke. Barry nodded as he slowly sat in the chair. That name sounded familiar, but Barry couldn't work out why it sounded familiar. After about an hour Quentin was in the precinct, and that's when his heart nearly stopped.
"Oh! Barry!" He sighed with relief, running over to him as he helped him up.
"Okay Barry, let's get you home." He smiled, helping Barry into the cruiser as he strapped himself in.
"Can we, is there a radio?" Barry asked.
"Sure, what would you like?" Quentin asked.
"I don't know?" Barry admitted. Quentin flipped through the channels until they found one Barry liked.
"Wait! That's good!" Barry called.
"You like Jazz. Huh, well, I wouldn't have guessed that." Quentin chuckled. It was then that he noticed the obvious needle marks around Barry's arms and neck.
"Barry, do you know where you are right now?" He asked.
"Who's Barry?" He asked, and that's when Quentin swore under his breath. Just what the hell had this kid been drugged with, if he couldn't even remember his own name?
"It's you, your name is Barry." Quentin answered.
"It is? I don't remember." Barry informed.