Chapter 8 is here :) thanks for the reviews :D and enjoy

"What? Butyoujustsaidyouweren'tgoingtouseme" Bart said barley coherently.

"Well I don't want to force you into anything; I'm expecting your full cooperation" Thawne said in that calm voice of his.

"Erm. No. I'm not gonna help you. No way!" he said shaking his head in defiance

"You haven't even heard me out yet." Thawne replied looked genuinely hurt. This guy was crazier than Lex, Bart thought.

"You said Armageddon, which in my books translates to 'the end of the world'"

"No, no, no" Thawne raised his voice slightly with each 'no'.

"Then what?! Why. Am. I. Here?" Bart was fast becoming impatient with the man and rather scared too, but he tried to hide that one.

"Over the past decade I've been developing something. A machine capable of…" he pause for dramatic effect "time travel"

Bart couldn't help but laugh at that, the guy really was crazy "Time travel? Are you serious? Man, they let you out of the loony bin a bit soo-…" this time he was cut off when a second World War pistol was shoved into his open mouth. His eyes went wide.

"Are you done?" Thawne asked threateningly, taking off the safety to show he was serious.

The kid nodded his head meekly

"Good. Then I'll continue" he said removing the gun as Bart gagged slightly "With enough power, I'll be able to create a concentrated worm hole to any time in history, I can tamper with history until I have everything my way, I can change things so that there's no religion and no war. Where everyone speaks the same and where I'm in control."

"But what would happen to everyone alive now, will they just be like wiped out to make way for your… your new earth?"

"They'll be folded into its historical fabric"

"Stop talking in riddles, they'd die wouldn't they?"

"No. Everyone will be replaced with better versions of themselves, that won't be corrupted like they are now." Thawne said thoughtfully "The machine, I guess you could call it a cosmic treadmill…"

"And that's why you need me; I'm the only one fast enough to open the portal thing aren't I?" Bart allowed himself a small smirk "without me, there's no time travel."

Thawne twitched faintly "You're smarter than you look boy. Correct, without you, there's nothing, all of my work will my pointless"

"Well that's too bad because there's no way I'm gonna help you." He said with determination.

"Even though I hold your life in my hands? I could kill you right now"

"Yeah you could. But you won't and I quote 'without me, there's nothing'" Bart said smugly, glad that he apparently had the upper hand "And anyway, from what you're sayin' if you somehow did manage to succeed with this messed up plan I'd be as good as dead anyway. So would my friends, and that is not something I am gonna be responsible for."

"No Bart, don't you see; you and I will be unaffected by the changes, we'll still be us"

"So I'd be stuck with you for the rest of my life? Oh god, kill me now."

Thawne let out a small sigh and stared at his grandson with a look of disappointment "Very well, I have tried reasoning with you, but as that has clearly failed; it seems that I will have to take more direct action"

"Do what you want gray-beard, I'm not helping you"

"I'm sorry to hear that Bart" he said before nodding his head at the door on the other side of the room. Two men-in-black burst in and Thawne got up and stood aside as they pinned Bart down and one of them, his name Mishkin forcibly pushed the kids head to the side and stuck a large needle in his exposed neck "OW! What the hell?! Get the fuck away from me" his words slurred slightly as a strange blue serum was pumped into his system and his whole body started to tingle.

"What did you do to me?" he demanded looking at his grandfather"

"That serum will temporarily paralyze you completely from the neck down"

"What?! Why?"

"You'll see" Thawne said "Mishkin, if you would…" and with that the guy called Miskin hoisted the kids limp body over his shoulders and the three men walked out of the room.

Elsewhere, just off the coast of Venezuela, Ollie had drooped the Arrow plane to 50 feet and A.C was standing on the left wing preparing himself for a back dive into the ocean below.

"Wish me luck guys, and see you in a bit" he said before diving backwards and smashing into the water below. Once below the surface he felt completely at home. Under here his speed almost matched Bart's on ground. He was pumped and rearing to kick some bad guy butt. Bart was like a little brother to him, to all of them. These guys, they were his family now and they all felt a responsibility for one another that went further than just team mates and they would find the kid. No matter what the cost. With those thoughts he sped off in the direction of the north Brazilian coast. He estimated he'd arrive a good half an hour before the others; he'd clear the area and make sure they could land without any interception from the opposition.

Back on the plane, the adrenaline levels were starting to rise a bit. They'd be at the rendezvous in about an approximately 85 minutes, Ollie had set the jet to go to auto pilot and land in opening about 10 miles away from the complex. The plan was to take control of the facility and then have the plane fly there. If that didn't work, they could always steal a jeep or something.

Meanwhile in the warehouse a young woman watched a screen intently, the radar had just picked up a small custom aircraft off the coast of Venezuela. She pressed a button on her comm.- link

"Sir, I think there's something you should see."

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