I've been steadily working on this fanfic over the last month or so during my spare time and it finally got to the point where I wanted to share it. Big shout out to Death By Verbicide. Her fanfic "The Uncontrollable and The Impossible" has seriously helped motivate me to become a better writer.
Enjoy.
Dr. Harrison Wells smiled as wind blew past his face and yellow lightning flashed a few feet in front of him. Loose papers flew off the desk he shared with his longtime employees Cisco Ramon and Dr. Caitlin Snow. When the wind and lightning subsided Barry Allen stood in the middle of the room. He pulled back his suit's scarlet cowl and smiled at his team.
"Excellent work as usual, Mr. Allen," Dr. Wells congratulated.
"You totally killed it tonight, Barry," Cisco agreed cheerfully.
"Except for your glucose levels your vitals were completely stable the entire night," Caitlin informed Barry. "You need to make sure you eat better after your...our...hero nights."
Barry laughed. "Hero nights?"
"That's why I'm the one that assigns names," Cisco said as he walked around the large desk.
"You've only named three metahumans," Caitlin shot back.
"And Captain Cold," Cisco reminded her.
Caitlin pursed her lips. "Either way I think I'm entitled to name things once in a while."
Cisco opened his mouth to continue the friendly banter but Dr. Wells cut him off.
"At any rate, I believe we should call it a night," Dr. Wells said. "It has been a long day for us all and I'm sure CCPD can handle any further disturbances."
Barry used his super speed to put his suit back on the mannequin on the other side of the room and get dressed into his normal clothes. Cisco headed for the door as he called for Caitlin to hurry. She quickly readied her purse and grabbed her jacket. The trio bid Dr. Wells a good night and he did the same in return.
Once Dr. Wells felt sure that they were far enough he pressed a hidden button under the desk. The bottom drawer to his right clicked and then slid open to reveal an expensive bottle of bourbon and a single crystal glass. When he pressed a few buttons on his keyboard classical music gently began to play from the computer's speakers. He poured himself a small drink and wheeled himself to the mannequin with Barry's suit. He took a sip of the alcohol as he gazed at the suit with a thoughtful expression on his face.
Later that night as Dr. Wells typed at his computer the overhead lights flickered. He briefly paused his typing to glance up at the lights. A soft jingling sound brought his attention down to his drink. The alcohol rippled as the glass clattered softly on the trembling desk. He felt a vibration in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. His eyes widened when he saw the alert on the screen. He immediately stood from his wheelchair and ran at a speed that far surpassed Barry's. Crimson red lightning crackled behind him as he raced through the hallways to a white room with a series of large, Braille-like dots spread across every wall. The moment he entered the room the trembling drastically intensified.
Dr. Wells put his hand on the white podium at the end of the room. The hologram of a blue head projected out of the podium onto the wall in front of him.
"Gideon, where is the rupture?" he asked urgently.
"In the bunker. The—"
Before Gideon could finish Dr. Wells changed into his yellow and black suit and then ran down several flights of stairs into a large room cluttered with broken equipment. In the center of the room a small crack hovering in midair emitted a flickering blue light. The crack steadily grew larger until it burst into a swirling blue portal. A wave of red energy surged into the room from within the portal.
In the midst of the energy Dr. Wells saw the silhouette of a person inside. He easily dodged the energy blast and made a break for the portal. Before he could reach the portal it snapped shut and the crack faded away. He came to an abrupt halt as he stared into the space in front of him.
The man's shock contorted into pure rage. He grabbed a nearby computer monitor and threw it across the room. The monitor shattered loudly when it slammed into the concrete wall. In the midst of his rage he heard something stir behind him.
Remembering the silhouette from before Dr. Wells ran back across the room. His face began to vibrate at such a speed it only appeared to be a blur and his eyes glowed bright red.
The young woman at his feet lay nearly completely still. Only slow, weak breaths served as a sign that she was alive. Dr. Wells observed that her pink tank top and tight pale blue jeans were splattered with blood. Her lightly tanned skin was covered in cuts of varying severity but nothing appeared life threatening. There were small shards of glass stuck throughout her dark brown braided ponytail.
A faint light beneath her eyelids caught Dr. Wells's attention. He knelt down and carefully reached out to force her eyes open. Suddenly the woman's glowing eyes opened and a translucent force field of pale blue light threw Dr. Wells back several feet.
Dr. Wells quickly regained his footing but kept his distance. The force field flickered away and the woman's eyes stopped glowing. She then did something he didn't expect—she smiled at him.
"Eo...bar..." she struggled to whisper.
Her dark chocolate eyes slid shut as she fell unconscious. Dr. Wells stared at her unsure what to think. As he took another look at her he noticed something in her hand. He carefully reached down and pulled the object from her hand. His eyes widened in shock and he looked back down at the unconscious woman.
"Who are you?" he asked quietly.
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From across the room Dr. Wells silently supervised Caitlin as she continued to clean and bandage the various cuts on the unconscious woman's body. When Caitlin finished she wrote a few things in the woman's file and approached Dr. Wells.
"The cuts on her arms and legs were relatively minor," Caitlin informed him with a frown. "Her skull isn't fractured but she'll most likely have a concussion when she wakes up."
"How was her bloodwork?" Dr. Wells asked curiously.
"Well, she definitely has the metahuman gene," Caitlin confirmed. "Her estrogen level was a little higher than I expected it to be but other than that her bloodwork was totally normal. She also didn't have any kind of ID so I'm running a sample of her blood to figure out who she is. We should have results back soon."
Dr. Wells nodded. "I apologize for calling you to the lab at this hour, Dr. Snow. I know how trying the last few days have been."
Caitlin smiled warmly at her mentor.
"You know I'm happy to help any time, Dr. Wells," she said.
Dr. Wells smiled back at her. "I believe I can handle the situation from here," he said. "If there are any changes I will let you know."
Caitlin appeared like she wanted to argue but instead she bid Dr. Wells good night and went home. The moment she left S.T.A.R. Labs Dr. Wells ran out of his wheelchair to the podium in his hidden room.
"Gideon, show me the future," he commanded.
"Certainly," the robotic voice replied politely.
Light projected out of the podium onto the wall in front of him. The hologram of a newspaper materialized from the light and all color drained from Dr. Wells's face.
"No…" he murmured. His face contorted and his left fist connected with the wall. "NO!"
I hope you guys enjoyed the prologue. The first chapter will be up as soon as the tweaking process is done.