Well, on sight that people are starting to read this already I had decided to continue. Who knows? I may get the chance to not only finish the prologue for this earth, but also write the other 3 books I already have on mind.
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All that Barry could process right now was a lot of pain over his body, his left shoulder specifically with an odd sense of numbness into the mix. And also he was gagged and with a bag over his head, but not that he could feel it.
The bag was removed from his head and without any capable resistance on his part he was manhandled and strapped into a lab table.
It was cold.
It was so bright.
-I am scared- a part of his brain that hasn't submitted yet to the narcotics they injected him with thought.
He missed Caitlin.
He was also hungry.
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At the other end of a one-way glass that was installed, Cadmus Director Lillian Luthor observed with a calculating gaze to the junkie on Velocity 8 that her top agent captured.
There was a reason how her agents were so efficient at capturing this type of people, they were the one that created the serum in the first place. Humanity was fragile, and with more and more godlike beings showing-up every day champions to deal with these threats were necessary.
It was easy to found test subjects without any costs, they just simply released their different serums to create super soldiers to the world and paint them as drugs all around the world.
This process has already produced results across the multiple projects Cadmus conducted. But it wasn't enough. It never was.
Public opinion is important, and in a world were metahumans were practically lynched on the streets just because they are different, what better way to get the population on your side that by recreating an American icon?
For years Cadmus have been trying to recreate the mythical All-Star Squadron. All attempts we're always a failure. Until the first compound of Velocity was created. That changed all.
Of course the drug had to go through experimentation. From cellular degradation to turn oneself into a mass of flesh and blood.
When Velocity 8 was conceived it immediately went to the streets of Central City, The Flash himself hometown. At the moment not test subject in the last six months had been capable of maintaining their status of Speedsters for over 3 hours.
-And you are saying he had his powers over 5 hours agent Queen?- she questioned the archer, who had just finished describing what he observed of their test subject.
Every time she saw the agent in question she had to fight the smirk forming on her face. It had been more than 6 years already since she had got her hands on Oliver Queen, intercepting him on Russia before Amanda Waller got the chance to retrieve her favorite attack dog.
-Him and his accomplice ma'am- he told her truthfully, a scowl visible on his face.
They always tell him mission after mission that it's going to be the last one, that he is going to be sent home finally, all the time a lie.
He is sick of it.
The director didn't say anything, she just gave a 'hmm' of contemplation and turned to the tech guys.- What do we have on him?- she asked her agents.
-Barry Allen Director Luthor- said one of them.- 28 years old, works at the Central City Police Department as part of their Cyber Crime Unit.
-According to our agents that registered his home, he is in possession of several illegal drugs- informed another.- A junky from the looks of it. A really smart one at that.
-This is interesting- muttered a third one before talking out loud.- His father is serving a life sentence at Iron Heights after being found guilty of murder. His wife to be precise. He was barely 11 when it happened, also saw it all. He's been on the system since then, coming and going through different foster homes. He really was a wild rascal.
-Any connection to Jay Garrick?- she asked immediately, using casually the real name of The Flash.- If he is a blood relative that would explain how he was able to maintain his speed more time than the other test subjects. The Garrick bloodline could be the key.
-Nothing of the sort ma'am- an agent denied.- The most close it could be is that both parents studied at the same college Jay Garrick taught before dying, but they weren't even his students.
-This is all useless- she growled to herself.- Sent in Professor Wells now. I want him to run all the tests necessary on Mr. Allen. I want to know what makes him tick. Now.
-Yes ma'am- all agents repeated on chorus. Afraid themselves now.
Lillian Luthor was on a warpath right now.
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-AAAGGHHHHH!-
Barry's mind recovered most of his functions at the tremendous amount of pain exerted onto his shoulder wound. Someone was poking it. And also the gag and bag were removed.
-Glad to see you among the land of the living Mr. Allen- a joyous voice called and Barry took a moment to finally recover his bearings better.
-Harrison Wells?- he asked dumbfounded. Maybe he was hallucinating?
There, dressed as a surgeon ready to operate the welcoming face of Harrison Wells awaited for him.
-The one and only in the flesh- the "good" doctor told.
-But you are dead- Barry told him.- You died 5 years ago during a shooting at one of your conferences. I was even there!
-Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated Mr. Allen. I am standing right in front of you right now, and I can assure you it is not an effect of the drugs our very own Arrow has injected you with- he revealed, while also at the same time taking out a sharpie and started drawing on Barry's head and abdomen.- Please, be very vocal for the next part. I am not very versed on harvesting the organs of our test subjects, any input on your part would be very well appreciated- he told sincerely while holding now an scalpel.
Barry, scared and desperate, started to struggle against his ties to not effect, all the while under the scrutinizing gaze of Wells, whom to impart a theatrical effect approached slowly, a demented smile into his face.
-Wells-
The mad scientist immediately froze at the voice of the Director throughout the speakers. Real panic entering his features.- What would be Director Luthor?- he asked as if of an old friend it was, as if he wasn't going to harvest Barry's organs not even a minute ago. It was all forced of course.
-Just take blood samples. That is the only reason I called you for. Than leave the test subject alone- she ordered icily. Already used to his psychopathic antics by now.
-Spoilsport- he mumbled before leaving his scalpel behind and injecting Barry without any care with a needle to immediately after start taking samples.- With a dissection we could really understand what factors contributed to the Velocity 8 longer lasting effects under the test subject. Maybe the drugs he was into before the V-8 had something to do with it. More so, why we didn't bring in his accomplice for further study? She also had powers for over 5 hours.
Barry didn't know if it was because of the drugs, the pain or he was simply frustrated, but he couldn't stop what came next.- LEAVE CAIT OUT OF THIS!- he must have looked like a rabid animal because next thing he knew the guy on the hood was already inside the room, his knife so dangerously close to his own throat that a drip of blood was spilled.
-Give me one reason, I dare you- hissed the Arrow, looking like a cobra, ready to strike on any moment. The fact that he was wearing a hood really helped with this image.
Wells on the other hand looked like a scared cat, shielding himself on a corner of the room.
-If that would be all…- the same voice from before interrupted any impeding argument between both men, giving orders left and right without missing a beat.- Arrow, please escort Mr. Allen to his cell, I don't want any incident on the way. Wells, go back to your lab and start studying those samples. That's an order.
As soon as one of the doors opened Wells sprinted right through it, going to whatever place what assigned for the mad scientist.
Two more agents got into the room, and inclining Barry to a forty five degree angle they took him out of there. The Arrow following behind the three of them, acting as a guard.
This is where hell starts.
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-I want all accommodations for Mr. Allen already in place when he arrives to his cell- Director Luthor ordered her men without any kind of compassion on her tone.
-The Electroshock Field is already on place, the treadmill is already being installed and the batches of Velocity-8 are on their way- informed the one at the center.
-The burned bodie is already on place, our men are just awaiting the signal to start the fire at his home- another one informed.
-Records about…-
PANG!
Everyone stopped what they were doing for a moment…
PANG!
CLANG!
-Is subject S2 Director- an agent informed quickly.
-She is at it again- she murmured under her breath before passing orders.- Order Agent Arataz to go to Sublevel 52, strengthen the wards on place and put more. And give the order to the team at Central to proceed.
-Roger- repeated all of them, going to their orders without any hesitation. They believed on what they were working for, and even though most of their actions can be considered inhuman, there is not a line for someone that wishes to preserve humanity as a whole.
Everything was permitted.
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I know it kind of lacks, but each chapter is an stepping stone to something great.
Next chapter, hell arises.