A Good Bad Man.

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The problem with the Path to Victory is she doesn't know why it has her do things. Sure a major problem is not being able to analyze Scion, Endbringers or understand shards but that was easy to understand why it didn't. Not knowing why she suddenly mixed a vial before dropping it off with a letter to a seemingly random room inside a psychiatric ward was not only highly annoying but worrying.

Why now of all times did her power this once seem to let her create and deliver a vial that might be able to save them all? Was there some other modification Eden made to her shard that is only now coming into effect? Despite these genuine worries Contessa still did as the Path laid out, laying the vial along with a letter to the left side of the bed which held a sleeping teenager.

With a silent sigh Contessa turned and walked back through the doorway.

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Waking up a young Eobard Thawne opened his eyes to see something that wasn't there before which startled him. Jerking back he stared at the vial and a neatly folded letter on his bedside table while wondering how it got there. Sitting up fully he swung his legs over the side and gently picked up the letter.

"Dear Mr Thawne,

I work for an organization that helps those in need by giving them a choice. In exchange for powers, which are in the vial, you will owe us. We can call in this marker at any time and you will do as we say. From simply leaving a area to murdering a child or even helping the Slaughterhouse 9 escape capture it will be done.

If you agree to this simply drink the vial, all of it, as quickly as possible and afterwards destroy this letter. The powers are random so there is no telling what you will get. If this isn't to your liking destroy the letter and vial."

Blinking at how little information there was Eobard glanced at the vial of superpowers of all things. To owe an unknown organization something like they described should have worried him but in the end all he felt was satisfaction. Here was how he would be free and take the fight to those that killed his parents. It didn't matter what the powers were as he would make it work, he would make whatever it gave him useful.

Grabbing the vial he chugged it down in a single large gulp. With a shudder that barely showed how disgusting the concoction was Eobard collapsed where he was as he was shown something he wouldn't remember. A few moments later he got up with a groan and shook his head. Glancing around nothing seemed different but by simply willing something to happen what seemed to be red electricity started sparking over his body.

Raising his hands up he started to grin while making a fist. Walking over to the wall where a very small window was he punched it to see what would happen. As his hand made contact he realized something about his power, everything seemed to move very slowly. The wall exploding should have been near instant but instead it took what seemed to be hours.

Grin widening to proportions that started to hurt he walked away from the institution that kept him captive, from where they made sure he couldn't get his justified vengeance on those that ruined his life.

By the time people finished flinching from the explosion Eobard Thawne was dozens of miles away, still walking at a leisurely pace.

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As the weeks passed by Eobard learned more about his powers though he still wasn't completely sure on how they worked. Apparently he sped time up for himself which in turn meant his velocity to everything was far faster than it should be. This made him hit well outside his weight class and into the absurd, yet somehow he took way less damage doing so.

Punch a brick wall? Not even sore knuckles while the wall itself was no more. Honestly the list of things he could now do might as well be magic and while he didn't understand how they all worked he did understand the results.

Dressed in a skintight yellow dyed leather outfit with a few lightning designs sewed in Eobard looked at the PRT headquarters located in New York. His parents died to a pair of low class villains that escaped jail before killing themselves overdosing on a cocktail of drugs. The fault for their escape was on the Protectorate as it always was. People just seemed to break out of jail whenever they were caught and Eobard fully believed it was either planned that way or pure incompetence.

Either way the leader and the one who let them escape on his watch was Legend. He would destroy the man, kill his loved ones before breaking his body and mind. Eobard would leave Legend just as broken as he himself was and once Legend lay on the ground as a ruined being he would do him the mercy that no one saw fit to give him by ending his suffering.

After this was done it would be time to show these villains what a real hero, a real legend, was like. He was the Fable and he would bring about a new age of understanding to this world, one that would be talked about in awe for millennia.

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AN: Yeah... Okay originally I was going to type up a story of Taylor getting Velocities shard but with a invulnerability to kinetic energy equal to what she was producing. In short, she would be able to hit as hard as that kind of speed would allow without injuring herself in the process. But no, no that wasn't what my fingers decided to type up.

I admit to not knowing a ton on the Reverse Flash so any that do know please ignore inconsistencies. Just take it as this is him in a entirely different time period, a different world and because of that there will be differences.

As for his powers it is just as I described above. Bullshit speed force type hax to a far lower degree than what is shown in the comics. He will still be far and away the fastest person on the planet but not to the point of being massively FTL.

With Contessa her shard glitched because Eden messed up with it as she was taken out. No one in universe knows it but there has been glitches before. Heroes death? That was one of them. The thing is they are so rare and seemingly still a part of whatever Path is going on that no one has noticed.