Eobard sits in his cell, contemplating his entire life; past, present and future. How strange life had been, how much rage did a petty thing that The Flash wasn’t there to safe him for the void that had been his life. See, it was his parents who’s coldness lead for emptiness. HIs brother had all the attention, had his two parents. However, that wasn’t the case for Eobard. However, it was the comics that he could live in. Doctor Who, as well. Perhaps maybe he pined for the TARDIS to be outside of his house and perhaps it never came. However there was one person who was real, The Flash. His eyes would light up like a fucking christmas tree when he spots his saviour.
However that was before Savatar came. At that time, he was just a nightmare living under the bed. Just some menace wearing a very strange costume. He could remember being held in that cave so many years before, the cold shivering at his spine. He could remember being tiny, small and insignificant. As if he would never matter in his entire life. At that time, Eobard had been struck by lightning, the very same way that Barry had been. However, he convinced himself that he hadn’t done it on purpose; that the explosion that caused the lightning bolt had been just a sheer accident. However, that wasn’t what his chemistry teacher thought as he sent him to the Principal’s office. Damn, those menacing robots. What right did they have, sticking him with more needles than he could bare.
Here Eobard was, at the end of his line. The ceiling lights flickered in and out and the rest of the hall was black and dark. He was soon to “repent” for his actions. It wasn’t to repent, Eobard was sure of that. He was sure that it was so some dick could get his hands on the one person that had destroyed his petty life. Eh, that was being a little gracious. What probably was happening was that the man had a bad home life, perhaps his wife had him, perhaps he had a shit relationship with his son. He shrugged, realising that there was no out and this was the rest life that ended in...
Eobard looks at the timer. One hour, he supposed. Of course there’d be no one that would enter. Of course, Eobard Thawne had finally been defeated. At least that’s what he thought until a girl approached the cell. He squints at her and his eyes are briefly more open and a smirk was on his face. Well well, this just had to be his lucky day.
“What can I help you with?” he asks, getting up from the cement bed and walking to the bars. Perhaps now, he had his salvation. Perhaps now he finally had a second chance.