4 Dream To Become Zenith

Barry Allen opened his eyes suddenly, his brain still hang over the fact that he was about to be crushed, making him raise his hands in a defensive position only to find himself staring at a white ceiling. He was confused for a second as he looked around then relief flooded him. He was inside Star Labs, safe and sound.

"Barry, you are lucky to be alive," Dr. Harrison Wells said as he rode his wheelchair into the room.

"Dr. Wells, what happened?"

"Apparently you have a guardian angel watching your back. We were sure you were dead but the next second, a yellow blur sped into this room and put all the devices you have on before he left," Dr. Wells answered. "Who was it you were fighting?"

"I don't know, some kid. He was a metahuman, that's for sure. But the crazy thing about him is that he was slowly adapting to my speed. No matter how fast I was going he was able to adapt to it after! He was also strong, like crush my bones strong!" Dr. Wells was silent for a little while before his face lit up.

"That's to be expected, Barry. I have a theory to why you are so fast. I think your speed comes from somewhere, an entity giving you the speed. But him, his speed comes from himself. That means his body has to take the toll of handling it. His body will have to be stronger and more durable in order not to burn out from the kinetic and the heat produced from going in such speeds. The more he becomes faster, the stronger and more durable he becomes! He is your bane!" Dr Wells accessed before looking at Barry with his twinkling eyes.

"What do we do about him?" Barry asked

"To be honest, I have only one but you will not like it," Dr Wells answered.

"As long as it is an idea then I do not oppose," Barry urged him.

"You said that he adapt after you use your speed, right?" Barry nodded. "Then you have to make sure your maximum speed is greater than his then go for the kill." Barry was horrified by that.

"I am not killing anyone!" Barry shouted as he got out of his bed. Dr Wells just shook his head.

"Nothing more can woke against him. With your pacifism, you will throw everything you have at him but he will not go down. He will keep coming after you on and on, pushing you more and more just so that he can become stronger. When he sees you are holding back, he will go after Innocents and when that becomes dull, he will make up his mind to go after people closest to you. What will you do then? How many innocents will be killed before you decide to kill him just because he has Joe or Iris captive? Cisco, Kaitlyn or me, do we matter to you, to your favoritism of giving your all to save us?" Dr Wells interrogated h and if Barry was watching him closely, he could see that Wells was about to stand without realizing it himself.

"All I know is that I am not going to take a life!" Barry said before speeding away. Dr Wells shook his head in disappointment.

"So naïve," he sighed.

"I agree!" Someone said from behind. Wells realized he doesn't recognize this voice so he sped to the other side of the room, his right hand vibrating. He saw a teenager looking at him with excitement. "Eobard Thawne, pleasure to meet you."

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" Thawne asked him in slight nervousness.

"I am the person you two were just talking about seconds ago with wonder boy there. As for how I got in, I just phased through your walls. You have lousy security towards speedsters, but perhaps that's why you don't have it been a speedster yourself."

"I'm afraid I can't give you what you want," Eobard Thawne said as he went back to his wheelchair.

"And what is it that I want?"

"You want to become more stronger, faster. Since you know me, you know I am faster than Flash. But I can't give you your power up. Saving Flash took almost all the Speed I have been saving for a rainy day," Eobard answered. Arthur looked at him with disappointment.

"I thought I could fight with someone who cannot hold back! What a disappointment!" Arthur said as his right hand went for Eobard's throat.

"But I can definitely make the Flash stronger. All I have to do is for me to train him and for you to go after people who are close to him," Eobard said without the slight panic in his voice. He was so sure he wouldn't die he was betting his life on it. True to his thoughts, the hand stopped inches from his throat.

"You want to give your little experiment more juice to kill me with one punch, huh?" Arthur mused, making Eobard from slightly. "How can I say no. With the speed he will be delivering that fatal punch, it will be beyond speed of sound. All that speed and slight chance he will fuck up and let me evolve even more! It will be exhilarating. You have yourself a deal, Thawne. Just notify me when you get him to be the desired speed and the game begin." A ghast of wind hit Eobard's face as Arthur sped away. Thawne looked at where Arthur had gone to and frowned.

"This kind of speed is the true meaning of a speedster. If I get his body after Barry gives him the finishing blow, I can be rid of the Speedforce and become Zenith!" he said with some longing in his voice.