#flashkiiller

[ofscarllet]

@flashkiiller continued ( X )

It had been so much f u n on this Earth, he was enjoying it immensely, although he was getting the feeling he was the only one. What a shame. He’s run into this Earth’s version of himself, and he was such a BORE. Being a hero just seemed to turn his stomach, why save the city that had turned it’s back on him? Well. Perhaps this Barry had been far more fortunate. Or it was unavoidable that there would be somewhere on a different Earth, the opposite version of himself. The bad taste in his mouth lingered. He was so dependent, so blind, his other self was smart-- brilliant, yet he never seems to let it shine. It made his skin crawl, and the urge to punch him in the face. Or snap his neck from pure irritation. A good thing he had self control.

There’s a soft hum the leaves him while walking down the corridor of Eobard’s home. He had nice taste, Barry thought to himself lightly dragging his fingers against the wall. A smile curls up on his lips, it’s dark, amusing, and almost cruel. While this Earth’s Barry was boring, and pathetic... Eobard was a completely different story. That man was a challenge. One he didn’t get often, and it made him shiver in delight. Eobard seemed to be catching onto that fact. Barry couldn’t allow it. Not part of the plan. Any of the plans.

“Eo, I just want to talk... you seemed so freaked out earlier,” he came to a stop with a pout replacing the smile on his lips. “We were having so much fun, are you scared Eo? Is that it? Are you scared of little old me?” The idea of killing the other speedster had crossed his mind so many times. It would be different from his own Eobard’s death. This one would be slower, more elegant-- sweeter. Although he’d rather not admit it out loud, he is fond of him. If that was found out, it could leave him at a disadvantage. The game needed to end. “If you don’t come out, I’ll have to bother someone else...” his tone took a slightly darker edge, “Barry seems like he’ll be just as fun. Maybe I’ll go take care of him. Since you won’t come out, and play with me. Then there’s Cisco, and Caitlin. Might as well clear the whole board or...  I can just tare this house apart till I find you.” A tired sigh left his lips, “Decisions, decisions, decisions.”

[dementedspeedster]

@flashkiiller started following you

“Who are you?”

Stumbling upon alternate universes was never a pleasure for Thad. It was like learning a new and more complicated set of rules for a game you were once entirely associated with. However, this was the reality of his situation and he would have to deal with it, but first he would have to deal with the unfamiliar man in front of him. Or rather the unfamiliar speedster as he felt the familiar energy of the Speed Force within the other and assumed the man felt the same within him. So all that left was to figure out was just who the hell this man was? An enemy? An ally? Just what? Thad’s cautious demeanor was clear from the clenched fist at his side and how his eyes refused to waver far from the man as he looked him over.

[sultrysugarsnap]

@flashkiiller

[text] I may or may not have underestimated a corner store owner.

[text] Are you any good with bullet wounds too?

[ladyvelocity-blog]

@flashkiiller

            “So, you’re this ‘Reverse-Flash’ Barry’s been telling me about, huh...?” Iris walked around Eobard, clad in his yellow costume, almost as if she were criticizing his uniform. “So, you’re after Flash because...why?”

[shirtclad-archived]

Continued from HERE.

The engineer pads into the too neutral kitchen, brows knit. Dr. Wells seemed to stare at the cupboards sullenly.

❛ For sure, I got it! ❜

It’s sad. He doesn't say so of course. It wasn’t his place. The guy had been kind enough to let him stay in his home without protest and it seems that even the smaller, more minimal tasks required assistance of some kind. It makes Cisco think that living alone was more of a hardship on the older man than he lets on.

But again, it wasn’t his business.

He uses a stool to climb up and reach the other’s requested item, hopping down and offering it with a soft smile.

[sncrt]

❅ @flashkiiller || bc we need threads ❅

his nimble fingers reached for a fry that rested on his burger, his elbow leaning on the table without much care of decency. the music blared quietly in the back of the bar, his eyes flicking up to the other's rather large array of plates, almost enough to make him lose his own appetite. it wasn't a lie that speedster's eat a ton, possibly more than that too.

so without much thought, he took a bite of the fry, leaning forward to trigger the start of a conversation.

" i don't think i've seen anyone eat that much since barry stepped foot in here. "

[ofscarllet]

@flashkiiller

The words caught him off guard if the expression on his face was anything to go by. Out of all the things he expected to hear from Eobard, it wasn’t that. But Barry masked his surprise with a slightly smug smile that made it’s way onto his lips. “Oh, sweetie,” he almost purred the words, body slipping out from under to covers with no shame whatsoever. The blush that once decorated his cheeks, that slight shyness– it was all gone. “Poor, poor, sweet little Eobard, I broke your heart?” He took a few steps closer, before picking up his boxers, and slipping his pants back on. “I wasn’t aware you had a heart, darling.”

“I’m surprised it took you this long to realize there was something different about me,” he uttered, tilting his head to the side. Everything about him screamed wrong, wrong, wrong. This wasn’t the Barry Allen Eobard knew, it wasn’t his Barry Allen. But also wasn’t the one from the future. “The Eobard from my Earth wasn’t as… good as you were,” those green hues trailed down the older’s body, lightly biting his lower lip. “He wasn’t much fun at all, even when we fought, but it’s sort of boring now since I killed him.”

A different Barry, from a different Earth.

“Some would have considered him a hero, I found him adorable, and breakable. But not you, you’re different, and I like it. I might not give you back your Barry. I might want to keep you.” He kept his eyes on the older, even as he moved around to collect his things. Before he snorted, like he had told an amusing joke. “I’m kidding, jeez, your Barry’s fine, and no I don’t want to ‘keep you’. I might not have a problem with killing people, and stealing things. But I’m not a creeper.”

[ofscarllet]

@flashkiiller continued ( X )

Dread pooled at the pit of his stomach, mixing with regret, and self loathing. It was a nasty combination. Barry wanted to throw up. Thankfully he didn’t, but it was a close call. Probably. That text message was not suppose to reach Eo, the very last person he wanted to even glance at those typed out words. They were meant for Snart. What happened was a mistake, a simple kiss, and nothing more. Yet a mistake nonetheless, one he wanted not a single person to be aware of what had occurred. Especially Eo of all people. Of course the circumstances hadn’t played out the way he had hoped. Eo saw them. And now Barry was scared of what he was about to face.

Anger? Betrayal? Disappointment? Disgust? Hate? All of those most likely would be waiting for him. If... if it turned into a physical fight, the younger knew he could hold his own, and wouldn’t hesitate to defend himself. He might have caused the situation, he might be guilty, but he still wasn’t some push over either. There was no point in replying to the messages. 

If he had work today, he could delay it.... but he had a day off. Eo knew that.  He couldn’t avoid it. Reluctantly he raced his way towards the other’s house, and he stood there. Does he knock?  Does he call? What should he do? In the end, he settled for a hesitant knock. Body tightly wound, tense, and alert s he waited. Damn it, why did ... why did he have to do something like that?