Ch - 3 Swayam? Sam?

After a brief pause, seeing that Swayam had processed the information, Harrison Wells continued, his voice calm but authoritative. "As for why you're here, you were caught in the explosion of the particle accelerator. S.T.A.R. Labs was working on a revolutionary project, one intended to advance humanity. Unfortunately, something went wrong, and the accelerator malfunctioned, causing the explosion."

As Swayam listened, he noted something critical: they didn't know who he was. They hadn't mentioned his name, which meant he didn't exist in any of their records—he might not exist in this universe at all. This thought raced through his mind, causing a moment of panic, but he quickly masked it. His eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail before he focused back on Wells, formulating his response.

"My name is Swayam," he said, his voice steady though his mind was still reeling. "Sam, for short. I know for a fact that I was struck by multicolored lightning while standing on my balcony, not anywhere near your lab. Shouldn't I be getting treatment for that? I don't understand how I ended up involved with your particle accelerator."

Eobard—posing as Harrison Wells—narrowed his gaze, intrigued by this anomaly. His expression remained neutral, but inside, his mind was churning. Multicolored lightning? That detail sparked a hint of alarm. This wasn't part of the timeline he knew. Who is this man?

Cisco, ever the curious one, jumped in before anyone else could respond. "Wait—lightning? That explains the burned and tattered clothes you had when we found you, and the strange lightning scars on your body. But as far as we know, lightning struck only one person—Barry Allen. There weren't any reports of anyone else getting hit by lightning." His voice grew more excited, curiosity lighting up his face. "So, if what you're saying is true, how did you end up here, in S.T.A.R. Labs?"

Seeing Cisco bombard Swayam with questions, Eobard stepped in, placing a firm hand on Cisco's arm. "Easy there, Cisco. We don't want to overwhelm him." His gaze shifted back to Swayam, more focused now. "Mr. Swayam, could you elaborate on where exactly you were and what happened before you were brought here?"

Swayam took a deep breath. This was the pivotal moment. He needed to weave his story carefully, to make it believable. The truth was wild enough, but whether they would accept it was another question. Let's see if they buy this, he thought.

"You can call me Sam," Swayam began, making sure to keep his voice calm and measured. "Like I said, I was on my balcony. It was a regular day, just sitting there, enjoying the view. Then out of nowhere, the sky above me began to darken—fast. There was this strange spherical cloud that formed directly above where I live, and before I knew it, a bolt of multicolored lightning struck me. I felt my entire body being ripped apart—like I was being torn to pieces, but just as suddenly, it was over."

He paused, glancing at the trio. Eobard's expression remained unreadable, but he could see the wheels turning behind those sharp eyes. Cisco's face was full of excitement, while Caitlin appeared more cautious, perhaps concerned for his well-being.

Swayam continued, careful to keep his story flowing naturally. "When I came to my senses, I wasn't on my balcony anymore. I was in the middle of the street, and people were panicking all around me, screaming and running. That's when some sort of shockwave hit me, and I blacked out. The next thing I remember is waking up here, seeing that guy…" He pointed to Barry Allen. "...convulsing on the bed. Then the alarms went off, and you three rushed in. That's all I know."

The room fell into a tense silence as the trio processed his words. Swayam could see their expressions shifting—curiosity in Cisco's eyes, a hint of skepticism from Caitlin, and a deeper, more calculating look from Eobard.

Eobard's thoughts whirled. Multicolored lightning, a spherical cloud, and then a shockwave? None of this should have happened. He studied Swayam, realizing that this man was far more dangerous than he first appeared. He wasn't just another victim of the accelerator explosion—he was something else. And that made him a threat to the timeline.

Caitlin leaned forward, her voice gentle but probing. "Sam, do you remember anything else? Anything about what caused the lightning, or the shockwave that hit you? It's important that we understand exactly what happened to you."

Swayam shook his head, his mind racing to keep up with the lies. "No, it all happened so fast. One minute I was on my balcony, the next… everything was chaos."

Cisco frowned, still puzzled. "But how did you end up here, in S.T.A.R. Labs? The lightning should've hit near your apartment, not near the lab."

Swayam swallowed hard, knowing he had to stay consistent. "I don't know. It's all a blur. Maybe the shockwave… moved me somehow? I wish I had a better explanation, but I'm just as confused as you."

Eobard interrupted the back-and-forth, his voice carrying a sense of finality. "Regardless of how you ended up here, what's clear is that something extraordinary happened to you." His eyes lingered on Swayam, a subtle challenge hidden in his gaze. "And we will figure it out, together."