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A loud gun shot echoed through the hallow accelerator. Everyone’s eyes averted to where the sound came from, even Reverse flash was interested in it; losing his focus on Barry to check the sound out.
To his and Barry’s horror it was Eddie. Eddie, being the ancestor of Thawne, shot himself. Therefore erasing Thawne from existence.
Eddie stumbled to his knees while Eobard stumbled backwards, letting go of Barry’s collar.
Eventually, the blur went away and all that was left was a face of a man Barry knew to well, no not Wells, Eobard—the real Eobard. His blonde hair slick with sweat from the fight, small cuts that were slowly healing all over his face, his green eyes were nothing more then pain.
Barry wanted to stay seated where he was, struggling to gain his breath back, but he couldn’t. Not once did Eddie cross his mind—it was always Eobard. Eobard fell on his knees and looked at his hands frantically, small light emerged from tiny cracks forming all over his arms.
He took one look at Barry and smiled, the smile was filled with pain and plead, “How are you gonna get along without me?..,” those were his final words. Barry couldn’t take it, he couldn’t take the sobbing screams from Iris towards Eddie, and he couldn’t take the sight of Eo dying in front of him.
Before Eobard could be fully erased Barry lunged forward, capturing Eobard in a bone breaking hug. Eo couldn’t move, he couldn’t hug back, he wanted to—but Eddie wouldn’t allow it.
Eobard could hear Eddie’s gasps of pain, he could hear Iris’ cries, he could hear Joes and everyone’s panic. But mainly he could hear Barry’s heartbeat against his chest, the thumping sound took over Eobard’s mind. Placing his mind in a safe place of relaxation, for the first time in 15 years he finally felt peace.
Barry was trembling and shivering, latching into Eobard—like if he let go Eobard was gonna disappear, well he is, but Barry refuses to believe that, “please…please”. Eobard finally mustered up the strength to wrap his arms around Barry’s waist, pulling Barry more towards him to calm Barry down.
Eddie drew his last breath, Barry could tell because of Iris’ scream. Meaning Eobard was on his last breath. And that made Barry hug him even tighter—he knows Eobard killed his mother, faked being Well’s, and was an asshole. But that’s what drew Barry to him, the dedication, that passion, the obsession, Barry loved all of it. Now it’s going to be forgotten for good.
”NO! WHY….”
Barry finally cried, loudly, Joe and everyone turned their heads to Barry.
Finally where there once was a yellow suited body, now exchanged to air and shards of what was once Barry’s greatest enemy, greatest achievement.
Barry fell forward with his forearms on the ground, his body was visibly trembling. His cries were antagonizing. He didn’t blame Eddie for shooting himself, but Barry still felt deep rage fill him. “Why me” “why him,” “Why would you do this!?”— unanswered questions filled Barry’s head.
Why’d he pull the trigger?, knowing he’d hurt someone.