In a world full of good and bad, there was two families that spent centuries in hostile towards each other. The West-Allens vs The Thawnes. A young boy named Eobard had loved Christmas but for the Thawnes, it was vanished. They only cared about their latest inventions and scientific research. So away, Eobard would busy himself with the experiments that he busied himself with.
However the more he worked, the more the culture of Christmas that the Wests had put on intrigued him most. One year, he found himself staring too long when he heard Eddie’s voice speaking.
“You can’t look there,” he’d say. “Those people shouldn’t exist anyways..” Eddie gave a snicker until Eobard shut the door on the boy’s face.
“That’ll teach you,” he muttered while he continued working on his latest achievement: the particle accelerator. He’d read up on it through his books that he kept buried by his bed. See the story was, if enough energy ran through the sky, a blast would come and superpowers would come to different children. Curiousity was always with him, so that’s when his idea came to play.
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Years went by. The Thawnes were never the close-tighted family. His cousin Eddie, ironically, seemed to be the only one he could talk to. However Eobard disguised himself as another: Harry. He told others that it was short for Harrison. He’d been allowed in the house, as a youngster in the household seemed to have an engaged attitude in the world of science.
Now Eddie’s story had changed remarkably. Turned out his parents died of a tragic car crash so the boy was in custody of his aunt and uncle. For months, arguing would occur between the two boys. Eddie seemed to be in love with the enemy’s daughter, Iris West. Eobard would just stare at his younger cousin. Sometimes, though, he toyed with the idea of blackmailing him into cover-ups as he later figured out that his plan to make the accelerator wasn’t as cleaned as the now teen had hoped it would be. If anyone figured out that Eddie had been having inappropiate relations with the daughter of the other, Joe West, then the boy would both be dead and disowned.
Nowadays, he hid in his underground office that Eobard had built for himself. It was well lit: little fire candles was swayed by the futuristic computers that he, himself, had managed to built. Usually he’d gain some letters that were usually thrown on the table back home. However as he had dear old Eddie around his tight little finger, Eobard Thawne was indeed set.