16 Chapter 16: "Running Rampant"
Chapter 16: "Running Rampant"
Myles sat calmly in the dimly lit room, surrounded by men in tuxes. The leader, a burly man with a scowl on his face, stood before him, a knife in his hand.
"Alright, Mr. Walley," the leader said, his voice rough and gravelly. "We know you've been stealing from us. Where have you hidden all the money?"
Myles just grinned. "Money? What money? I thought you guys were just showering me with gifts. You know, like Santa Claus, but with more guns."
The men in tuxes didn't seem amused, but Myles just chuckled to himself.
The leader's expression darkened. "We're not playing games here, Walley. We want our money back, and we want it now."
Myles shrugged. "Sorry, fellas, but I can't help you there. I may be a thief, but I'm not a genie. I don't just pop out of a lamp and grant wishes."
The leader slammed his knife down on the table, inches away from Myles' hand. "You're not making this easy for yourself, Walley. Where is the money?"
Myles just laughed. "You know, for guys in fancy suits, you sure are bad at finding things. Maybe you need a new hobby, like stamp collecting or something."
The men in tuxes were getting angrier by the minute, but Myles just kept grinning. Suddenly, the lights in the room began to flicker, causing the men to look around nervously.
Myles leaned back in his chair, still grinning. "Looks like someone needs to pay their electric bill. Or maybe the ghost of Christmas past is trying to contact us."
The leader glared at him. "This isn't a joke, Walley. You're going to tell us where the money is, or things are going to get very unpleasant for you."
Myles just smirked. "You know what? I think I'll take my chances. You guys can keep the change. It'll make a nice addition to your piggy bank."
As he spoke, the lights in the room flickered again, and then went out completely, plunging the room into darkness. The men in tuxes were caught off guard, but Myles just chuckled to himself.
The boss watched in horror as Myles effortlessly took down his men. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. This young man was a force to be reckoned with, and he had no idea who he was dealing with.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice shaking with fear.
Myles just smiled at him, the same knife he had been playing with earlier now pressed against the boss's throat. "I already told you, didn't I? My name is Myles Walley. But you can call me Tachyon, if you want."
The boss swallowed hard. "What are you? Some kind of metahuman?"
Myles just shrugged. "Something like that. Look, I don't really have time for small talk. I came here for a reason."
He pulled the knife away from the boss's throat and hopped down from the table. "You see, the neighborhood has been a little noisy lately. And I have a feeling that has something to do with your gang and the other mafia groups in Central City. I want the names of every leader, every member. I want to know who's causing all the trouble."
The boss hesitated, but one look at Myles's cold, determined eyes made him realize he had no choice. He rattled off the names of all the major players in the city, and Myles listened intently, committing each name to memory.
As he turned to leave, he paused for a moment, looking back at the boss still tied to the chair. "Oh, and one more thing. Don't bother me again. You won't like what happens if you do."
And with that, Myles rammed the same knife he had been playing with into the boss's leg, sending him screaming in pain. He turned and walked out of the room, leaving the chaos behind him.
Myles knew that this was just the beginning. There was still so much more he had to do, so much more he had to accomplish. But he was ready for whatever came his way. With his powers and his wits, he knew he could handle anything that the city could throw at him.
Myles ran through the streets of Central City, his mind racing as he replayed the events of the past few hours in his head. It had started out as a typical day, with him giving out money to the homeless and helping out where he could. But then the gangs and the mafia had started shooting at each other, and he had been forced to intervene.
He had taken them all out easily, his super speed and agility making him virtually untouchable. But then he had stumbled upon a scene that had brought back memories he had long tried to suppress.
An elderly man lay on the ground, bleeding from a gunshot wound. A little girl, no more than six years old, was kneeling beside him, tears streaming down her face as she hugged his lifeless body.
Myles had felt something inside him break at the sight. Memories of his own childhood trauma had flooded back, and he had been powerless to stop them. He had knelt down beside the little girl and tried to comfort her as best he could, but the damage had already been done.
Now, as he looked back to where the shootout had taken place, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anger and frustration. This was his city, and he would do whatever it took to protect it. But he knew that the battle was far from over. The gangs and the mafia were still out there, still causing chaos and destruction.
Myles took a deep breath and steeled himself for what was to come. He would need all of his strength and all of his powers to take down these criminals once and for all. And he was ready for whatever lay ahead.
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The leaders of the various gangs and mafias of Central City sat around a table, their faces drawn with worry and frustration. They had been discussing the problem of the thief Tachyon for hours, but they had yet to come up with a solution.
"He's just like the Flash," one of them said, his voice filled with anger. "He's too fast for us to catch. We need to find a way to slow him down."
"Maybe we could set a trap for him," another suggested. "Something that would catch him off guard and give us the upper hand."
But even as they spoke, they knew that their plans were doomed to fail. Tachyon was too quick, too agile. He could outrun them without breaking a sweat, and he seemed to be able to anticipate their every move.
As the meeting dragged on, the leaders grew more and more frustrated. They knew that they couldn't let Tachyon continue to disrupt their operations, but they didn't know how to stop him.
Finally, one of them stood up, his face twisted in anger. "We need to take more drastic measures," he said. "We need to remove him from the equation altogether."
The others nodded in agreement, their eyes gleaming with malice. They knew that this would be a dangerous move, but they were desperate. They couldn't afford to let Tachyon continue to undermine their authority.
But even as they made their plans, they knew that they were up against a force that they could not hope to defeat. Tachyon was a speedster, a god among men. And nothing they could do would be able to stop him.
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The news anchor's voice boomed through the television, "Breaking news! The Central City Police Department has reported that an upcoming war is brewing between the notorious supervillain, Tachyon, and the city's major crime families. Our sources say that this conflict could result in catastrophic consequences for the city. Stay tuned as we bring you live coverage of this developing situation."
The reporters are on the streets, asking the citizens of Central City about their thoughts on the matter.
One woman, a mother with a young child, expressed her fear for their safety in the midst of the conflict. "It's scary to think that we could be caught in the crossfire," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I just hope the authorities can do something to stop this before it's too late."
Another man, however, defended Tachyon, saying, "Sure, he's a thief, but he's also taken down some of the worst criminals in the city. Maybe he's doing what the police can't."
One reporter stops a middle-aged man who is on his way to work and asks him what he thinks about the war. The man shakes his head and says, "It's a mess. This city has always been a mess. And now it's just getting worse."
Another reporter stops a young woman who is out shopping and asks her if she's scared about the war. She shrugs and says, "I'm not scared. I mean, yeah, it's not great, but it's not like we haven't had to deal with stuff like this before. And besides, Tachyon is on our side, right?"
The reporter raises an eyebrow and asks, "Tachyon? The notorious thief? How can you say he's on our side?"
The woman laughs and says, "Look, I don't condone stealing, but the guy's got style. And he's always sticking it to the bad guys. Plus, have you seen him in action? He's like the Flash, only cooler."
One woman, a small business owner, expresses her frustration: "I understand that he's trying to help, but at what cost? My store was robbed just last week. How am I supposed to run my business when someone like Tachyon is out there, stealing from hard-working people?"
A man next to her interjects, "But what about the crime families? They're the ones causing all the problems in the first place. Tachyon is just trying to level the playing field."
Others in the crowd nod in agreement, but a woman wearing a Flash t-shirt speaks up, "But the Flash has always been our hero. He's never resorted to violence or theft. Why can't Tachyon be more like him?"
The debate rages on, with some even arguing about who's faster: Flash or Tachyon. A man in a Flash costume jumps into the fray, insisting that the Flash is the fastest man alive and no one can beat him. But a group of Tachyon supporters shout back, claiming that their favorite speedster is just as fast, if not faster.
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Myles continued his one-man war against the underworld of Central City, taking down each gang and mafia one by one with his incredible speed and agility. The sound of bullets firing and screams of fear and agony filled the streets as he moved faster than anyone could follow.
He was like a blur of black and white, darting through alleys and jumping over buildings with ease. The thugs tried to keep up, but they were no match for his god-like speed.
Myles mocked them with his puns and jokes as he effortlessly dodged their bullets and made afterimages with side jumps, sending them all crashing into walls and onto the ground with accurate punches and kicks. To him, everything seemed to move in slow motion as he moved faster than the eye could see.
Myles' one-man war continued, showing him taking on group after group of criminals across the city. He left each of them broken and paralyzed, unable to stop him or even slow him down. The underworld had no defense against his incredible speed, and their plans to stop him with meta-humans or high-tech gadgets proved to be futile.
The gang and mafia leaders had tried to come up with plans to stop him, using metahumans and high-tech gadgets to try to slow him down, but it was all in vain. Myles was too fast for them to even touch, let alone stop.
Throughout it all, Myles remained calm and collected, his confidence growing with each victory. He was sending a message to the underworld that he was in control now, and that they would have to learn to live with his presence in the city.
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Barry is sitting in the cortex, staring at the screens with a worried expression on his face. Cisco, Caitlin, and Wells are all gathered around him, trying to figure out what's going on.
"Barry, do you think we should be worried about Tachyon?" Cisco asks, looking at Barry with concern.
"I don't know, Cisco," Barry replies. "He's always been a bit of a wildcard, but lately, he's been getting more aggressive."
Caitlin nods in agreement. "It's like he's trying to prove something. But what?"
"Well, it could be that he's just trying to establish himself as a major player in the criminal underworld," Wells suggests. "Or it could be something else entirely."
Barry shakes his head. "I don't know what it is, but I do know that we need to keep an eye on him. He's dangerous, and he's getting more dangerous by the day."
Cisco nods in agreement. "Yeah, but what can we do? He's faster than you, Barry, and you're the fastest man alive."
Barry sighs. "I know, but we can't just sit here and do nothing. We have to find a way to stop him before he does something he can't take back."
As the team continues to discuss their options, Barry can't help but think back to the last time he saw Myles. It was during his encounter with Snart, and Myles had sided with the criminal. He had even broken Barry's legs, leaving him helpless.
Barry couldn't help but feel conflicted. On one hand, Myles had been a friend to him, albeit a strange one. On the other hand, he was now a dangerous villain who needed to be stopped.
As the conversation in Star Labs continues, Barry can't help but wonder what the future holds for Myles, and for himself.
