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David Singh knew that one day that they would come. It was inevitable, with all the metahumans running about and the CCPD’s failure in controlling those with abilities. While the Flash had done a tremendous effort in refraining the large level threats, General Eiling still felt like showing up from the blue. He marched into the precinct, followed by a team composed of SWAT members, a lone doctor backing the last man. David stood to welcome them, hesitant to investigate why they had arrived in such a manner. General Eiling towered over as he commanded his team to block exits and order all people in the main foyer. Singh watched as his people were pushed into a tight rings and heard the shattering of glass coming from upstairs as the CSI’s were forcefully brought down the stairs. Upset with the disturbance without explanation, David harshly turned to Eiling.
“General, sir, if you may excuse me, what are you doing here and what are you doing to my people?” David’s voice found itself echoing around the room, as guns were taken off of detectives and cops, suspects and witnesses locked into separate rooms. The General stands in the middle of the chaos, observing as a young beat cop is shoved into the padded chest of a SWAT member.
“Captain Singh, the US Military has given us permission to test all staff of CCPD in relation to the metahuman problem. Any resistance will be unappreciated and will be met with necessary precautions. Does anyone else want to protest?” As the General spoke, the doctor brought out the case he was carrying, setting it out on the desks. Inside, contained vials of a clear liquid, bubbles floating in the substance. “For this, we will inject every person here with this drug. Anyone who isn’t a metahuman will be free to carry on. Anyone who is will be escorted to the trucks waiting outside for judgement to whether or not they will be allowed to live in normal civilisation.” Faces paled in preparation of the exam, in fear of being taken away without knowing who they were before. A tentative hand breached over the crowd, and asked to the General, “Sir, how will you know that a person is a metahuman or not?” From that, a vicious smile overcame the General’s face. “Well, let me present to you Dr Williams, who will explain to everyone how this will work.”
The stout doctor presented himself to the crowd, glasses reflecting the harsh light as he spoke. The drug wouldn’t effect normal humans, but caused agony to those who were. The pain would only last for ten minutes, giving them time to restrain and cuff the metahumans. If anyone tried to resist, there were human tranquilizers and horse tranquilizers for those of abnormal systems. As he continued on, David noticed that the General’s focus had been pinpointed onto one subject. Looking around, he saw Barry Allen glaring straight back to the military man. David resisted the urge to smack the young man around the head, what was he thinking of, trying to upset the powerful man. Joe, who had noticed the glaring contest, pulled his foster son closer to him and behind Eddie. After some time of medical explanation, they got started. Pushed and shoved into lines, rifles pointed towards them, they all waited for their turn.
One by one, the needle was stabbed into arms, and one by one officers and CSI’s returned to their spots. Towards the back, Joe was silently trying to reassure Barry that nothing would happen, and that nobody was going to do anything to him. Barry’s hands were shaking so much that they vibrating, and he shoves them deep into his pockets to hide them. He watched in fear as the line continued to become smaller and smaller, and the doctor became clearer to his eyes. Joe rubs his arms, fighting against the urge to flinch as static jolts him, Barry unknowingly sending lightning shocks to the surface of his skin. Murmurs emit from the occupants as another officer is pushed into their space. The person in front of Joe goes next, flinching as the needle pinches the skin. Barry turns a sickly pale colour, and Joe sends him a final pat of the hand before presenting himself to the doctor.
Looking at Joe turned Barry’s stomach to mush, and he was on the urge of hyperventilating. If he was caught, Barry knew exactly what Eiling would do to him. The deep breaths he was taking did nothing, and as he gazed across the room, the General caught his eye again and smirked. Looking down, he thought of the date he was supposed to go on. Quickly realising he needed to text them, fingers flew as he whipped out his phone and speed-typed to them, the phone disappearing within a second. If he was going to get caught by Eiling, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Joe stood still of the brief operation, letting the syringe be plunged into him. It’s alright Barry, no need to worry. You defeated Zoom for God’s sake! Barry’s thoughts had scrambled and left him, the feeling of The Flash underneath his skin desperate to take control overwhelming. Since the incident with Zoom when he broke his back, The Flash had taken an overprotective streak and opted to guide Barry through his trials. With his connection to the speed force greater, The Flash and Barry had defeated Zoom together. Now, Barry was urgently trying not to flee away from the area.
As Joe leaves him, sorrowful glance in his eyes, the urge to run was becoming greater as the speedster stood at the attention of the military. Towering over the doctor, he willed himself to stop as he rolled up his sleeves, not once staring down into the spiteful eyes of the medical professional. Barry could feel his phone vibrating, but ignores it as he watches a mobile being smashed on the marble tiles of the ground. Fighting against the lightning in his eyes, he forces himself not to recoil as the feel of latex and foreign hands engulf his already sensitive senses. The doctor gives his a strange look as he’s shocked, but swabs Barry’s forearm and injects the serum.
Barry had only a few seconds before everything erupted into a haze. Swallowing the impulse to scream, he looked on as the members of the SWAT turn around on command, turning their guns on him. Panting harshly against the pain, Barry could feel The Flash command him to take over. As a clamp is shot at his right leg, bolting him to the floor, he allows the speed force to take him, hoping that they would be able to stop him like last time.