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“I’m sorry, what?! ” Booster squealed, he flailed his arms around as he paced the room. Ted just stood there trying so hard not to burst out laughing; come on, Ted, your friend is in agony and you want to laugh?. Booster grabbed the sheet of paper off the desk once more and examined it, “It’s not uncommon per say, they just don’t tell people it happened,” Micheal spoke. Giving a funny look at the paper that read CADMUS GENETICS, he didn’t open the letter yet but he knew what it was going to say .
Micheal was both conflicted and mad, he didn’t know what one to act on first, “the 25th century really is messed up, huh?,” Ted muttered. Keeping a strong glance on his distressed best friend, Micheal looked up slowly giving a wicked grin with a gleaming in his eyes. “You see how me and that Reverse fellow turned out?, yeah, frickin hero worshippers bro. You’re not far off from the whole ‘ 25th century is messed up ’ type shit” Micheal said.
He groaned; his family wasn’t that rich nor did they have the correct sanity to do this, hell his father left him and his sister for gambling, so excuse Micheal for thinking this wasn’t possible.
He reached for the letter once more; finally opening it.
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“I am astonished to say the least. Now why would I receive a letter like this?” Eobard asked, looking up at the man he swore was his enemy now a mail man. “Just open it Eobard, CADMUS gave it to me to give to you. As for why?, well that’s beyond my knowledge” Barry replied, taking a seat in front of his Reverse.
“I know what it's for, idiot… I just never wanted to get a letter like this ever” Eobard deadpanned glancing down at the letter in his hands. CADMUS GENETICS. Was the title etched in dark Inc. He ran a hand through his already ruffled ginger hair and sighed, he had hoped CADMUS would leave him alone, but it seems they keep tabs on all their lab rats. That’s all he is, a lab rat . At least Micheal was born—whereas Eobard was just made in a lab.
Of course he never revealed said info to The Flash, who knows what Barry would do with that info. But Micheal, to Eobards knowledge, was direct on telling Beetle all about the process. “It’s 25th century stuff, isn’t it?,” Barry finally broke the silence with a stupid question. Eobard nodded either way, humouring the idiot. “Yes, Barry. It’s 25th Century Stuff, ” he gave Barry a dry look and decided to open the letter.
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Dear: Micheal Jon Carter
CADMUS GENETICS would like to inform you of some pretty hardcore info that was withheld from you for years.
December 29th, 2442. You were sent into CADMUS labs after just being born. Your parents, who were still in a state of shock, insisted you were to be treated. You did not cry. They became worried, they begged CADMUS to fix you. Genetic Engineering was being highly developed by further institutions and thwarted against by many families. You were genetically engineered to be a certain way, no major changes were implemented, it was aimed at activating Metahuman genes, the endgame was negative and you ended up with none.
Your sudden interest in superheroes grew as you got older, and your parents, mainly father, distanced you from them and your own sister. You believed Superheroes were an easy escape out and so you fell in love with them.
| We trace this letter to the 21st century Mr. Carter |
Please consider returning, we’d love to check on you.
- HEAD CADMUS GENETICS
“Fuck me….” Micheal whispered, “I knew this activated my Metagenes. Not like I had any. But I didn’t know my parents begged .” Now Micheal wanted to cry, feel utter comfort in the arms of his best friend, Ted Kord. Ted looked at Micheal and instantly ran over and hugged him. Micheal finally collapsed against Ted and onto the ground sobs escaping his mouth.
“I knew about it buddy, I just didn’t wanna believe it was real!,” Booster shouted. Sobs and cries left his mouth and his eyes burned with the racing tears. Beetle looked at Micheal in his arms and frowned, he himself almost teared up. He’s seen Micheal act like this; hell this was Micheals reaction to Ted being alive again, but that didn’t make any of this better. He wiped the tears from Micheal’s eyes and rubbed his back whispering small reassuring things, some funny times between him and Guy or recalling some fun and adventurous moments between himself and Micheal.
The 25th century is fucked up, Beetle whispered.
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Dear: Eobard Zoom Thawne.
CADMUS GENETICS would like to give you some withheld info regarding you;
Date of birth unknown, year of 2451. CADMUS began experimenting in early stages of life, you, Eobard Zoom Thawne, were not conceived as normal kids were. You are what people call a Lab Rat or A Person Born In a Lab .
Your parents genetically engineered you to be perfect, engineered you to be highly intelligent and to have a particular appearance, such as Ginger hair like your family and have green eyes, 5’11ft and a lean body frame. However, as you grew up, your family became concerned about your lack of social skills and tendency to daydream, which was frowned upon in our very regimented society. They were convinced it was our fault you were different.
But as you grew more infatuated with The Flash , we realized it was your own mind working overtime to comprehend the world around you. Seeking asylum in a man, who has now wronged you , you thought could understand you.
| We’ve traced this back to the 21st century, Mr. Thawne |
We hope you’ll return upon request of Robern. He misses you dearly.
- HEAD CADMUS GENETICS
Eobard stared at the letter wide eyed and teary. He had only thought his parents altered his genetics to make him seem more likeable, who knew his whole appearance was fake. All of it was fake . Barry was reading it over his shoulder with a shocked face and Eobard took notes; Barry’s real… his body, his heart, face, mind.. It's all real .
He noticed the slightly scratched out portion at the bottom. It was meant to be unreadable but he and Barry apparently knew what it said; you struggled to manage your little brother and chafed when reprimanded by your parents for your periodic outbursts, triggered by your frustration.
Barry stared at the bottom scratched out portion; “Eobard…” he began, “no. Don’t ask about it. I’d rather avoid talking about it,” he said coldly. A bit of a sob escaped his throat without permission and he jolted up. “You were reprimanded because of something out of your control?” Barry pressed. Eobard flinched looking back at the scarlet speedster.
He gave in and nodded. “Everyday I was yelled at for not focusing, they assumed giving me a brother would be easier. But it made my life harder… It’s my fault anyways, I reacted poorly and got the punishment. Simple. ” He said, ripping the letter up and tossing it on the ground. “No, what?. Being punished for small outbursts?” Barry said, his tone surprised Eobard. “ Periodic, Allen, they happened more often the more I got aggravated” Eobard seethed. “I had major trigger issues, or anger issues as people in this time call it. And apparently I still do,” he replied, gesturing to himself. Barry frowned and stepped forward, seemingly offering him a hug. He hesitated. The last time he got a hug from The Flash was when he was younger, after a hard saving.
One that traumatized the younger Eobard. Eobard was tempted; getting a hug from his hero, who even after being his enemy, is still considered his hero. Barry didn’t take no for an answer and hugged Eobard. Barry wasn’t hesitant at all; he just kept hugging Reverse Flash, with zero care.
Eobard shoved him off.
“Doesn’t Matter, Allen” he said, before running off in a dash of crimson. Barry saw the way he ran off and could feel the freedom Eobard felt.
Maybe it’s best I let him blow off some steam , Barry thought.