Cisco Ramon is an anomaly (onlygoodvibes) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2019-10-07 01:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | inactive: cisco ramon |
Who:Cisco and Harley
What:Maze badness
When:Late mondayish evening
Where:The maze
Warnings:bad juju, injury, feels, visit from an old mentor.thanks maze
Why had he insisted on leaving Barry? Why did he think he could handle the dark on his own? He had so many regrets of that decision. He'd found Tony, one minute he was behind him and the next he wasn't. It was a living nightmare. He couldn't see his friend in any direction he looked. Now he understood the look on his face when he found him initially, he was pretty sure his face was mimicking that of the older man's. The color had long since drained from his face, he was unable to think clearly. It was like the darkness was closing in on him, and this time it was his back against a thick wall of corn. He was never gonna eat corn again or look at it the same.
He'd lost track of how many days it'd been in the darkness. He was starting to get hungry though, he only had licorice on his person. It didn't actually fill him up. He was starting to slow down. Where was Caitlin? She'd gone in with him too. What if he'd gotten her killed? He ran a hand on his face in exhaustion and wiped away some sweat, it smeared blood from the little cut there but that was the least of his problems. The power in his glasses was flickering from time to time, but they were his vision. His connection to the world just then. Without them he'd be at even more of a disadvantage.
Cisco had to stop, kneel down in the dark and wrap an arm around his stomach. He'd never refuse to eat again after this was over. This was what real hunger pain was like. His vision blurred behind those glasses for a moment, and when it straightened out again there was a figure standing in front of him. A man with a familiar face. It looked like Harrison Wells but spoke like Thawne. Cisco shook his head trying to clear it. "...Wells?...Thawne?" A confused correction as he stared upward in shock. What the hell was Wells doing there? "You're incredibly clever Cisco. I've always said so." He felt his blood run cold. This couldn't be happening. Thawne, still looking like his old mentor reached a hand out to help him up. Cisco hesitated and took it to stand. Uncomfortably close. Cisco couldn't find words. Thawne spoke instead. "You're smart, Cisco. Do you know how hard it has been to keep all of this from you, especially from you? Because the truth is, I've grown quite fond of you. And in many ways, you have shown me what it's like to have a son. Forgive me, but to me, you've been dead for centuries." With those words, Cisco felt something penetrate his chest.
It wasn't what he thought. It wasn't the vibrating hand, and it was like the figure of Thawne had melted away. Something sharp had pierced his skin. Cisco could only stare, his own hand reaching out to blast the figure in front of him he instead caused a ripple effect. Blood started to spill from the figure's nose in front of him, and then his ears. A steady blue blinding glow wrapped around the figure as if it were suffocating it.