Chapter 5: Ch - 5 A little bit of trolling?
After explaining his part and seeing that everyone was intently listening, Swayam ended his explanation with another question, "Is S.T.A.R. Labs some kind of secret agency funded by ISRO?"
Wells, noticing the mention of ISRO and a possible affiliation with India, questioned him further, "ISRO, the Indian Space Research Organisation? Why do you think S.T.A.R. Labs is affiliated with ISRO? Do you even know which city, state, or country you are in?"
Seeing that Eobard Thawne was asking the questions he wanted him to, Swayam internally celebrated his small success. He responded with a confused look, "You aren't affiliated with ISRO? Then is this a privately funded organization? And what do you mean by, 'Do I even know which city, state, and country I am in?' Am I not in India? I had my doubts, but if I am not, then you all must be human traffickers who kidnapped me for some reason. Let me be honest with you: I am an orphan, so there's no one who can pay ransom money for me. And if you are organ traffickers, good luck because I don't think I have anything worthwhile in my body."
"You don't stop once you start talking, do you?" Eobard was flabbergasted. "To answer your questions: no, we are not affiliated with ISRO. Yes, we are a privately funded organization. Also, you really are not in India. You are in Central City, Florida, USA. We are scientists, not human traffickers or organ traffickers. And I don't know what to say about you being an orphan except that I am sorry."
"It's good that you are not traffickers, but since you are scientists, don't tell me you are going to conduct some unethical experiments on me?" Swayam showed a pale and terrified face, making it seem like he genuinely believed they were about to do something nefarious. His performance seemed to work, as the trio exchanged awkward smiles, clearly uncomfortable being thought of as mad scientists.
While Swayam was toying with the trio, Cisco, who had been only half-focused on the conversation, had also been busy searching through the databases for any thunderstorms or sudden weather phenomena in India. He also searched for Swayam's personal records, checking everything from social media to official databases.
But after combing through all available data, he found nothing—no trace of the storm Swayam described, no records of him in any public or private database, nothing. Triple-checking his findings, Cisco quietly informed Wells, his voice low and cautious.
"Dr. Wells, according to public reports from India, there were indeed some cases of people getting struck by lightning, but there were none on the day when the particle accelerator exploded. There's also no mention of multicolored lightning or of Swayam's name among those struck by lightning," Cisco said quietly to Wells, ensuring that the conversation remained discreet.
While Cisco was informing Harrison Wells, Caitlin, who had been observing the scene from a distance, started walking toward Swayam. He could hear every word thanks to his heightened senses and felt her subtle approach, along with the sharp scent of the needle she carried.
Seeing her get closer, Swayam asked, "Ms. Snow, what are you doing?"
Caitlin hesitated for a split second, but then resumed her steps until she was within arm's reach. "I was going to extract some of your blood to see if it still can't be drawn, or if it behaves as abnormally as it did before."
Harrison Wells, picking up on the shift in conversation, raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that, Caitlin? Is his blood the abnormal condition you mentioned earlier?"
Cisco jumped in before Caitlin could answer. "Yes, Dr. Wells. We've been trying to extract blood, but it's impossible. Every time we manage to draw some, it evaporates within seconds. Not just his blood, either—his hair, saliva, sweat, none of it stays. It's like his body doesn't want to leave any trace of itself."
Caitlin nodded, continuing her explanation. "If he hadn't woken up when he did, we were going to bring a microscope and observe his blood directly on his body by making a small incision."
Swayam's mind worked quickly—he could tell this had something to do with his newly awakened abilities, but he played the part of the confused victim. "What do you mean by that? Is something wrong with my body?" He glanced down at himself, feigning surprise and worry. "And why is my body so... different? What did you inject into me?"
At this, Caitlin's patience snapped. "HEY!" she exclaimed, her voice rising, clearly fed up. "Can you stop accusing us of doing things we haven't? Yes, something is happening to your body, but we don't know what yet. We can't even get a single sample to analyze!"
Seeing that Caitlin's frustration was genuine, Swayam let his expression shift, showing guilt and remorse. He looked down, sighing. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to be rude. This isn't like me, but you have to understand my situation. One moment, I'm in India, enjoying the weather, and the next I'm struck by lightning. Then I end up here, across the world in the USA, involved in an explosion I know nothing about, with strangers surrounding me and asking questions. What am I supposed to think?"
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