The Flash: The Fastest Man Alive (Male Reader Insert)

1.12 Charge of Lightning

Caitlin and Dr. Wells made their way towards Lab 52. Caitlin held onto the cold gun, now walking with confidence and urgency. Turning the corner, they found the lab door. Dr. Wells tried his key card only to find that it had been disabled.

Caitlin groaned. She held up the cold gun and froze the door. With a tap of her hand, the frozen glass shattered, allowing the two inside. They entered cautiously. All of the scientists had already left. Caitlin looked towards the back of the room and froze.

There, hooked up to a steel cage, was Y/N. The young man looked exhausted. Dark bags hung under his eyes and his hair was a mess. His head was hanging low. A cut on his lip indicated the pain he'd been in.

Caitlin: Oh, my God! Y/N!

Caitlin rushed forward towards the imprisoned man. Y/N heard her, bringing his head up and grinning in disbelief. He couldn't believe it. His friends had come for him.

Y/N's grin faded when a tall, broad figure stepped between the prisoner and his friends. General Eiling stood in front of Y/N, grinning at the intruders. He stood with confidence, his hands clasped behind his back. Even when Caitlin brought up and pointed the cold gun at him he didn't move, not even reaching for his own pistol on his belt. 

Eiling: Guess you're more than just brains, little lady.

Caitlin: Let. Him. Go.

Eiling: Determined as well. I like that. 

He turned to address the man in the wheel chair.

Eiling: It looks like you just can't let things be, huh Harrison? Did you grow a conscience or something?

Wells: Let him go, Wade. This is inhumane, even for you.

Eiling: Not if its on something that isn't entirely human. And as far as I'm concerned, this man is no longer human thanks to you. 

Wells scowled, closing his fingers into a fist.

Eiling: Besides, this man is a valuable asset to us. The energy he's outputting is enough to power the entire city, along with a few other ideas I've had in mind.

Eiling nodded over to a few computer monitors, all showing displays of the particle accelerator. Wells examined the images. The accelerator looked the same, almost fixed, in fact. However, something was off about the design. Large, cylindrical columns lined the sides of the inner ring.

Wells was confused at first. He then looked over at one of the other monitors and realized what Eiling had been working on. The image displayed a blueprint of the old particle accelerator concept, the one that involved the use of electromagnets. 

Looking back, he realized that this concept had now been implemented into the current accelerator's design. The rings sparked with power and lightning. It was designed to harness power, and Wells knew where they were getting it from. He gritted his teeth and stared at the general.

Wells: You're using him as a battery.

Eiling nodded.

Eiling: This man can generate untold amounts of power, the type that makes oil and nuclear energy look like the tools of the cavemen. With this, we can create countless weapons and powered vehicles using just a fraction of what we currently use.

Caitlin saw what was happening. A bitter tear ran down her eye.

Caitlin: You're killing him.

Eiling: Don't be ridiculous. This man is off value. He may wish he were dead, but he'll only ever reach the edge, never exceed it. Besides, my scientists have been working on a new use of his power, anyway.