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#1The Beginning Part 2
Central City General Hospital 22 Years Ago
“Doctor, doctor the baby is coming!!!”
Dr. Gilmore belched. The nurse screaming came into the lunch room and at its sole occupant who was holding a nearly empty bottle of booze.
“Doctor what are you doing?”
Gilmore chuckled,
“Whatever I feel like b****!”
The young nurse looked very peeved,
“There are two pregnant women that need you! Now sober up and get your game face on!”
As she said this she had hefted up the graying Dr. Gilmore from his alcohol soaked seat, and had a disgusted look on her face. Dr. Gilmore was not happy, not one bit,
“Listen to me you piece of s***! I’m GOING TO GIVE YOU 45 SECONDS TO GET OUT OF MY FACE OR GET FIRED!”
The nurse recoiled away from his rank breath and walked out of the room. Gilmore started crying, he was very drunk indeed. His wife had left him that very night for some cop, Dolan or something the Doctor thought. Gilmore went into the bathroom and washed his hands. Gilmore splashed water into his own face in an attempt to sober up.
Gilmore less smelly but not quite sober, went into the first woman’s room and Charlene Thawne spoke angrily through great pain,
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?!?!”
Gilmore replies,
“Well! Someone is cranky Mrs. Thawne.”
“THAT’S BECAUSE I’M IN LABOR YOU IDIOT!!!”
“Well calm down! Relax!”
“I NEED MY HUSBAND!”
“No you don’t! Now this baby is coming OUT!”
A Few Minutes Later…
Charlene Thawne gave birth to a very healthy baby. She cooed and awed at how cute the little blanket wrapped bundle was. Dr. Gilmore took the baby and said,
“Your child must be tested.”
It’s mother looked regretful but handed the Doctor her child anyway. The Doctor waddled off, still not completely sober. Dr. Gilmore held the baby in his hands very gruffly in his hands, thinking of his family. The one he could never have! Why did this woman deserve this baby?!? When he saved lives! He glared coldly at the sack of fat and flesh in his hands, he kept walking.
Then the baby started crying again!Did the needless noise ever stop? He glared at the baby, his eyes showing great distaste. I’m Done!He threw the baby on the ground! The crying stopped. Then Gilmore realized what he’d done, I could lose my job for this! I have to fix this!
Gilmore then looked at his chart after disposing of the infant, let’s see…
Thawne: Birth, Check
Elias: Surgery, Check
Frye: Transfusion, Check
Allen: Birth Twins.
Wait, twins?Yep he had read it right, an evil thought crossed Gilmore’s mind, which seemed to be more and more sinister. Gilmore half waddled, half raced to Nora Allen’s room where her husband was grasping her hand and looked at the Doctor,
“ARE YOU DRUNK?!?!?”
Gilmore returned darkly,
“NO! It’s been a long night!”
Henry Allen looked suspicious, but did not have time to question the Doctor any further. Mrs. Allen screamed,
“OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!! GET READY! RIGHT NOW!!!”
Gilmore got his gloves on.
A Few Minutes Later…
The Allen family welcomed two more members into the world.
“I’ll name the smaller one Barry, Barry Henry Allen! We’ll name this one Maury, after your dad, Maury Fitzgerald Allen.”
The now calm Nora Allen said to her husband. Dr. Gilmore looked at the young couple and spoke,
“I’m going to have to take your children and run some tests… we’ll be back soon. Don’t worry.”
Nora and Henry gave Dr. Gilmore their children and the couple hugged as they waved the newborns goodbye.
Dr. Gilmore took the Allens and gave one a green blanket, identical to the one given to the deceased Thawne baby’s and gave the remaining Allen a red blanket. Dr. Gilmore returned to Charlene Thawne’s room with her husband still noticeably absent, with Barry Allen who he gave to Charlene telling her,
“Your baby is fine, Mrs. Thawne. Now about that name…”
“Oh I have the perfect idea, I’ll name him after you! Malcolm Peter Thawne! It’s got a ring to it huh.”
“Yes indeed it does!”
Malcolm Gilmore left the room still not quite sober, and took the Allen’s remaining baby, and told Nora and Henry terrible news,
“I am so sorry. Your child he… he…”
Gilmore started to cry. Wow I was born for this he thought,
“Your son died. I am soooo sorry!”
The Doctor balled, he left the room running out in fact.
He went into the restroom and wiped his face clear of crocodile tears, and got ready to leave when he heard the door open, he looked around the wall, there was nothing there. He shrugged and began to wash his hands, suddenly the water turned off. He turned the faucet back and forth, he turned around to meet a purple gloved fist to the nose.
Gilmore tried to cry out but his voice wouldn’t come out, his attacker had his one hands. The blonde haired attacker spoke,
“My name is Malcolm and I think we have much to talk about, Doctor!”
Malcolm spit out the words. Gilmore quivered while he sat in the sink, Malcolm hefted him out with one hand,
“Not in a talking mood today, huh? Fine I’ll do all the talking!”
Malcolm threw the Doctor into the stall and broke the toilet, causing water to spray everywhere.
Malcolm scowled,
“Right where you belong SCUM!”
He drove a ferocious kick into Gilmore’s ribs.
“Beg for mercy! BEG!”
Malcolm drove three more kicks into his victim’s stomach and head.
The Doctor said while he choked on his own blood,
“PLEASE(cough) Stop(cough)!”
“Fine! I’ll bet you want to know why I’m about to KILL YOU.”
The Doctor started balling.
“Shut up!”
Malcolm punched the Doctor.
“Now, what you did today, you shouldn’t have done that. You have given me the worst childhood anyone could dream of! My father abused me, my mother was murdered by him, and I’ve never been told that I was loved! All because of YOU!!!”
Malcolm kicked him again,
“My real name is Barry! Henry! Allen! But you took that from me! ALONG WITH MY CHILDHOOD!”
Cobalt Blue proceeded to beat his victim to death.
Central City Police Force, A Few Days After The Accident
“Barry, how have you been man?” James Forrest asked the forensic scientist.
“Pretty good, mostly because of the whole being struck by lightning thing.”
Barry Allen said sarcastically.
“Whatever man, I guess you don’t want to hear about a certain female, who happened to have asked me every day while you were in the hospital how you were.”
Forrest grinned triumphantly, while Barry looked confused,
“Who???”
“Nope can’t tell you till you say you’re sorry!”
Forrest laughed,
“Ok, I’m sorry Forrest!”
His voice again practically reeked of sarcasm.
“Ok, I’ll tell you. It was that pretty reporter from the Central City Citizen, Iris West.”
Barry blushed and replied,
“Oh, I got a whole buncha’ chicks just like her knockin on my door.”
Barry joked, while Forrest gave him a look,
“Whatever man.”
What Barry didn’t tell him was that his secretary, Patty Spivot had already told him about Iris, and Barry had set up a date with her after he left work.
As Barry was thinking about what he would wear, Detective Frank Curtis walked in defeatedly.
“Barry, your research on the Particle Accelerator and the Fingerprint Powder is gone! The whole department was looking under every nook and cranny for it, but I think it was stolen.”
Barry’s mind was numbed at the thought, he had spent months on the Fingerprint Powder which would increase the energy in residual material, making anything that would accumulate in a fingerprint, making the print glow. The Particle Accelerator would make the Police Force’s weapon’s more powerful.
Barry walked stiffly out of the Bullpen like room, away from Forrest and Curtis who were yelling behind his deafened ears,
“Stop Barry! Come back!”
Patty Spivot attempted to stop him as well,
“Mr. Allen, don’t!”
Without looking back Barry left the Police Station.
Barry’s Apartment, 2 Hours Later
While Barry was patiently awaiting the 8’o’clock hour to take Iris out on a date, sure it’s Iris interviewing him, but still. Barry had taken nearly half an hour to pick his suit, even though there was only two ‘suits’ in his closet anyway.
To pass the time Barry played solitaire, ignored calls, and showered and in the end he was 15 minutes late.
2 Hours Ago, Snart Enterprises
Leonard Snart waited patiently for the results of his testing, and Leonard Snart was not a patient man. He tousled his blonde hair as he waited, he cleaned his gun, he cleaned his other gun, he even made sure that his suit was cleaned and he cleaned it himself.
Snart, the owner of Snart Enterprises was possibly the wealthiest man in Central City, and one of the wealthiest men in the world, behind Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne of course. Snart was often bored with his life as mild-mannered, cold-hearted Leonard Snart.
So whenever the right mood struck him Snart cleaned his gun. This was no ordinary pistol, it had a barrel a bit too long and carried an unusual package, hollow shells with liquid nitrogen inside of them, capable of freezing nearly anything with one shot.
Snart called his secretary,
“Can you please cancel all my apointments?”
Snart pushed a button under his desk, and the drawers opened, with a blue and white parka. He holstered his secret identity’s trademark pistols, the Ice Guns. Captain Cold put on his goggles which allowed him to see in infrared and ultraviolet light. His parka was made to protect him from the harsh, freezing atmosphere he produced with his Ice Guns.
Just then a lowly physicist, Roscoe something, Snart thought, came into his office. Snart began to yell at the man after quickly sitting down in his chair to hide his parka from view,
“What are you doing here? I’m not feeling well. Begone!”
Snart said while attempting to keep hidden from his employee’s view.
Roscoe Dillon made it a point to make sure no one thought he was an idiot.
“Sir, I’m not an idiot, just underpaid. I know you are ‘Captain Cold’, but I don’t care, but I do want a larger pay check.”
Leonard snorted and spoke haughtily,
“Well! If I am who you say I am who’s to stop me from shooting you where you stand?!?!?”
As he said this Captain Cold jumped dramatically from his seat while in the same quick motion drew both his pistols and aimed them at Roscoe.
Roscoe laughed,
“Maybe the fact that I figured out how to work the Particle Accelerator?”
Snart frowned, so Roscoe kept pressing,
“I knew I was right. But on the off chance that I’d be wrong I put in a safe-guard. If I’m not alive to cancel it at the end of the month, my email will send a message saying you are Captain Cold to every Police Officer in the State.”
Snart laughed and sat down,
“Looks like I can’t kill you huh.”
Roscoe nods. As Roscoe explains how to use the Particle Accelerator as a hand-held weapon, Snart thinks about the future. About his mortality, even though he was rich and bad there was always someone bigger, worse.
Then he realized,
No one is worse than Captain Cold.
#1The Beginning Part 2
Central City General Hospital 22 Years Ago
“Doctor, doctor the baby is coming!!!”
Dr. Gilmore belched. The nurse screaming came into the lunch room and at its sole occupant who was holding a nearly empty bottle of booze.
“Doctor what are you doing?”
Gilmore chuckled,
“Whatever I feel like b****!”
The young nurse looked very peeved,
“There are two pregnant women that need you! Now sober up and get your game face on!”
As she said this she had hefted up the graying Dr. Gilmore from his alcohol soaked seat, and had a disgusted look on her face. Dr. Gilmore was not happy, not one bit,
“Listen to me you piece of s***! I’m GOING TO GIVE YOU 45 SECONDS TO GET OUT OF MY FACE OR GET FIRED!”
The nurse recoiled away from his rank breath and walked out of the room. Gilmore started crying, he was very drunk indeed. His wife had left him that very night for some cop, Dolan or something the Doctor thought. Gilmore went into the bathroom and washed his hands. Gilmore splashed water into his own face in an attempt to sober up.
Gilmore less smelly but not quite sober, went into the first woman’s room and Charlene Thawne spoke angrily through great pain,
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?!?!”
Gilmore replies,
“Well! Someone is cranky Mrs. Thawne.”
“THAT’S BECAUSE I’M IN LABOR YOU IDIOT!!!”
“Well calm down! Relax!”
“I NEED MY HUSBAND!”
“No you don’t! Now this baby is coming OUT!”
A Few Minutes Later…
Charlene Thawne gave birth to a very healthy baby. She cooed and awed at how cute the little blanket wrapped bundle was. Dr. Gilmore took the baby and said,
“Your child must be tested.”
It’s mother looked regretful but handed the Doctor her child anyway. The Doctor waddled off, still not completely sober. Dr. Gilmore held the baby in his hands very gruffly in his hands, thinking of his family. The one he could never have! Why did this woman deserve this baby?!? When he saved lives! He glared coldly at the sack of fat and flesh in his hands, he kept walking.
Then the baby started crying again!Did the needless noise ever stop? He glared at the baby, his eyes showing great distaste. I’m Done!He threw the baby on the ground! The crying stopped. Then Gilmore realized what he’d done, I could lose my job for this! I have to fix this!
Gilmore then looked at his chart after disposing of the infant, let’s see…
Thawne: Birth, Check
Elias: Surgery, Check
Frye: Transfusion, Check
Allen: Birth Twins.
Wait, twins?Yep he had read it right, an evil thought crossed Gilmore’s mind, which seemed to be more and more sinister. Gilmore half waddled, half raced to Nora Allen’s room where her husband was grasping her hand and looked at the Doctor,
“ARE YOU DRUNK?!?!?”
Gilmore returned darkly,
“NO! It’s been a long night!”
Henry Allen looked suspicious, but did not have time to question the Doctor any further. Mrs. Allen screamed,
“OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!! GET READY! RIGHT NOW!!!”
Gilmore got his gloves on.
A Few Minutes Later…
The Allen family welcomed two more members into the world.
“I’ll name the smaller one Barry, Barry Henry Allen! We’ll name this one Maury, after your dad, Maury Fitzgerald Allen.”
The now calm Nora Allen said to her husband. Dr. Gilmore looked at the young couple and spoke,
“I’m going to have to take your children and run some tests… we’ll be back soon. Don’t worry.”
Nora and Henry gave Dr. Gilmore their children and the couple hugged as they waved the newborns goodbye.
Dr. Gilmore took the Allens and gave one a green blanket, identical to the one given to the deceased Thawne baby’s and gave the remaining Allen a red blanket. Dr. Gilmore returned to Charlene Thawne’s room with her husband still noticeably absent, with Barry Allen who he gave to Charlene telling her,
“Your baby is fine, Mrs. Thawne. Now about that name…”
“Oh I have the perfect idea, I’ll name him after you! Malcolm Peter Thawne! It’s got a ring to it huh.”
“Yes indeed it does!”
Malcolm Gilmore left the room still not quite sober, and took the Allen’s remaining baby, and told Nora and Henry terrible news,
“I am so sorry. Your child he… he…”
Gilmore started to cry. Wow I was born for this he thought,
“Your son died. I am soooo sorry!”
The Doctor balled, he left the room running out in fact.
He went into the restroom and wiped his face clear of crocodile tears, and got ready to leave when he heard the door open, he looked around the wall, there was nothing there. He shrugged and began to wash his hands, suddenly the water turned off. He turned the faucet back and forth, he turned around to meet a purple gloved fist to the nose.
Gilmore tried to cry out but his voice wouldn’t come out, his attacker had his one hands. The blonde haired attacker spoke,
“My name is Malcolm and I think we have much to talk about, Doctor!”
Malcolm spit out the words. Gilmore quivered while he sat in the sink, Malcolm hefted him out with one hand,
“Not in a talking mood today, huh? Fine I’ll do all the talking!”
Malcolm threw the Doctor into the stall and broke the toilet, causing water to spray everywhere.
Malcolm scowled,
“Right where you belong SCUM!”
He drove a ferocious kick into Gilmore’s ribs.
“Beg for mercy! BEG!”
Malcolm drove three more kicks into his victim’s stomach and head.
The Doctor said while he choked on his own blood,
“PLEASE(cough) Stop(cough)!”
“Fine! I’ll bet you want to know why I’m about to KILL YOU.”
The Doctor started balling.
“Shut up!”
Malcolm punched the Doctor.
“Now, what you did today, you shouldn’t have done that. You have given me the worst childhood anyone could dream of! My father abused me, my mother was murdered by him, and I’ve never been told that I was loved! All because of YOU!!!”
Malcolm kicked him again,
“My real name is Barry! Henry! Allen! But you took that from me! ALONG WITH MY CHILDHOOD!”
Cobalt Blue proceeded to beat his victim to death.
Central City Police Force, A Few Days After The Accident
“Barry, how have you been man?” James Forrest asked the forensic scientist.
“Pretty good, mostly because of the whole being struck by lightning thing.”
Barry Allen said sarcastically.
“Whatever man, I guess you don’t want to hear about a certain female, who happened to have asked me every day while you were in the hospital how you were.”
Forrest grinned triumphantly, while Barry looked confused,
“Who???”
“Nope can’t tell you till you say you’re sorry!”
Forrest laughed,
“Ok, I’m sorry Forrest!”
His voice again practically reeked of sarcasm.
“Ok, I’ll tell you. It was that pretty reporter from the Central City Citizen, Iris West.”
Barry blushed and replied,
“Oh, I got a whole buncha’ chicks just like her knockin on my door.”
Barry joked, while Forrest gave him a look,
“Whatever man.”
What Barry didn’t tell him was that his secretary, Patty Spivot had already told him about Iris, and Barry had set up a date with her after he left work.
As Barry was thinking about what he would wear, Detective Frank Curtis walked in defeatedly.
“Barry, your research on the Particle Accelerator and the Fingerprint Powder is gone! The whole department was looking under every nook and cranny for it, but I think it was stolen.”
Barry’s mind was numbed at the thought, he had spent months on the Fingerprint Powder which would increase the energy in residual material, making anything that would accumulate in a fingerprint, making the print glow. The Particle Accelerator would make the Police Force’s weapon’s more powerful.
Barry walked stiffly out of the Bullpen like room, away from Forrest and Curtis who were yelling behind his deafened ears,
“Stop Barry! Come back!”
Patty Spivot attempted to stop him as well,
“Mr. Allen, don’t!”
Without looking back Barry left the Police Station.
Barry’s Apartment, 2 Hours Later
While Barry was patiently awaiting the 8’o’clock hour to take Iris out on a date, sure it’s Iris interviewing him, but still. Barry had taken nearly half an hour to pick his suit, even though there was only two ‘suits’ in his closet anyway.
To pass the time Barry played solitaire, ignored calls, and showered and in the end he was 15 minutes late.
2 Hours Ago, Snart Enterprises
Leonard Snart waited patiently for the results of his testing, and Leonard Snart was not a patient man. He tousled his blonde hair as he waited, he cleaned his gun, he cleaned his other gun, he even made sure that his suit was cleaned and he cleaned it himself.
Snart, the owner of Snart Enterprises was possibly the wealthiest man in Central City, and one of the wealthiest men in the world, behind Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne of course. Snart was often bored with his life as mild-mannered, cold-hearted Leonard Snart.
So whenever the right mood struck him Snart cleaned his gun. This was no ordinary pistol, it had a barrel a bit too long and carried an unusual package, hollow shells with liquid nitrogen inside of them, capable of freezing nearly anything with one shot.
Snart called his secretary,
“Can you please cancel all my apointments?”
Snart pushed a button under his desk, and the drawers opened, with a blue and white parka. He holstered his secret identity’s trademark pistols, the Ice Guns. Captain Cold put on his goggles which allowed him to see in infrared and ultraviolet light. His parka was made to protect him from the harsh, freezing atmosphere he produced with his Ice Guns.
Just then a lowly physicist, Roscoe something, Snart thought, came into his office. Snart began to yell at the man after quickly sitting down in his chair to hide his parka from view,
“What are you doing here? I’m not feeling well. Begone!”
Snart said while attempting to keep hidden from his employee’s view.
Roscoe Dillon made it a point to make sure no one thought he was an idiot.
“Sir, I’m not an idiot, just underpaid. I know you are ‘Captain Cold’, but I don’t care, but I do want a larger pay check.”
Leonard snorted and spoke haughtily,
“Well! If I am who you say I am who’s to stop me from shooting you where you stand?!?!?”
As he said this Captain Cold jumped dramatically from his seat while in the same quick motion drew both his pistols and aimed them at Roscoe.
Roscoe laughed,
“Maybe the fact that I figured out how to work the Particle Accelerator?”
Snart frowned, so Roscoe kept pressing,
“I knew I was right. But on the off chance that I’d be wrong I put in a safe-guard. If I’m not alive to cancel it at the end of the month, my email will send a message saying you are Captain Cold to every Police Officer in the State.”
Snart laughed and sat down,
“Looks like I can’t kill you huh.”
Roscoe nods. As Roscoe explains how to use the Particle Accelerator as a hand-held weapon, Snart thinks about the future. About his mortality, even though he was rich and bad there was always someone bigger, worse.
Then he realized,
No one is worse than Captain Cold.