Chapter 50: Chapter 50: The Uninvited Guest: A Child of Lightning Alters Fate
Chapter 50: The Uninvited Guest: A Child of Lightning Alters Fate
The night hung heavy over Central City, casting long shadows that danced ominously with the city's heartbeat. The streets were empty, save for the occasional flicker of streetlights, as the showdown between Myles, and Deathstorm sent chills down the spines of those who knew what was unfolding.
Myles stood at the epicenter of the chaos, his body crackling with energy as his blonde hair ruffled in the night breeze. His piercing blue eyes were locked onto Deathstorm, a demonic figure wreathed in eerie blue flames and the embodiment of destruction.
As the tension reached its peak, Myles' laughter echoed through the city. It was a chilling sound, a stark contrast to the casual and informal demeanor he often displayed. This was a laugh born of tension—a laugh that promised chaos.
With a burst of speed, Myles opened a portal from Deathstorm's blind spot, appearing behind the fiery menace before he could react. Like a bullet train, Myles tackled him, the force sending shockwaves through the air as they collided. Together, they tore through several constructs that Myles had summoned, the fiery constructs shattering like fragile glass.
Deathstorm, undeterred, phased through Myles' grip, his eerie flames flickering with malevolent glee. He swiftly retaliated, extending his flaming hand towards Myles' face and releasing a searing beam of fire. The intense heat washed over Myles, but his laughter continued, a testament to his psychotic nature.
Ignoring the scorching heat, Myles reacted with inhuman speed, his fingers closing around Deathstorm's neck. He vibrated his arm violently, causing the very molecules of Deathstorm's form to tremble. Deathstorm gasped, his grip on Myles weakening.
With relentless force, Myles slammed Deathstorm onto the ground, creating a series of bone-jarring impacts that reverberated through the street. Each slam was punctuated by the sound of cracking pavement and the eerie crackle of Deathstorm's flames.
But Deathstorm was not one to be easily subdued. He managed to break free, propelling himself away from Myles with a burst of fiery energy. As he soared through the air, Myles unleashed his telekinesis, Deathstorm was pulled back to Myles before he was blasted away like a ragdoll, hurtling through the night sky.
However, Deathstorm's resilience was incredible. In mid-air, he righted himself, his burning form twisting with an eerie grace. With renewed determination, he charged toward Myles, a streak of blue flames against the dark cityscape.
As their clash continued, Central City was slowly tearing itself apart.
***
Inside the disruptive realm of the primal force, an otherworldly discussion unfolded. White, the demon who shared a peculiar friendship with Myles, looked gravely concerned. He leaned in, his ghostly features flickering like an erratic flame.
"Big Boss," White began, his voice carrying a spectral echo, you've seen what Deathstorm's become, right? The dude's got a piece of your Primal of Fire, both in spirit and literally. We can't snuff him out now, can we? He's practically immortal."
The primal force, an imposing presence of cosmic energies, regarded White with a perplexing gaze. "You misunderstand, White; Deathstorm can be killed."
White's ethereal brow furrowed in confusion. "Seriously? Myles ain't been able to do it, and he's been playin' with the guy like a cat with a mouse."
The primal force emitted a cosmic chuckle, resonating through their shared realm. "That's because Myles IS playing with his 'food,' as you put it. He could end Deathstorm now, but he chooses not to."
White, still perplexed, changed the subject. "What about that pesky parasite lurkin' 'round here? Shouldn't we snuff it out?"
The primal force's cosmic form shifted as if contemplating. "No, White. We won't touch the parasite."
White's ghostly figure hovered in cosmic space, uncertainty etched across his spectral features. "Why not? Isn't it a nuisance?"
The primal force's energies swirled with a certain disdain. "Despite my loathing for the Speed Force's creation, that parasite is also a part of me, driven by an extreme desire, much like my avatar, Myles."
White's crimson eyes widened, understanding slowly dawning. "You say Myles and that parasite are two peas in a pod?"
The primal force's cosmic presence emanated a sense of finality. "In a manner of speaking, yes."
White sighed, realizing the futility of further arguments. "Well, Big Boss, Myles ain't going to be thrilled 'bout this. He'll throw a fit."
The primal force emitted an echoing laugh. "Let him. If he wished for a different outcome, he should have done a better job."
As the cosmic discussion continued, their ethereal realm was suddenly disrupted by an unexpected intrusion—a voice, pure and innocent, cut through the cosmic energies.
"Hey, uh, you guys, I think I can help."
White and the Primal Force turned their attention to the source of the voice, a voice that didn't belong in their cosmic domain. It was the voice of a 10-year-old, offering his aid during their celestial contemplations.
***
Amidst the chaos of Central City, the battle raged on. Deathstorm with his blue flames dancing ominously, found himself initially overwhelmed by Myles. Explosions erupted, and fire clashed with blinding speed.
But something was different. Despite the onslaught of fire and explosions, Myles didn't seem to feel pain or show any signs of injury. His mind, it appeared, was somewhere else entirely. His words spilled out in a dark and chilling monologue.
It was tough for him to let go of his toy… When you are the literal avatar of the multiverse cosmic force, it's hard to find anything to enjoy. What's the point of doing anything when you know you're going to succeed?
"I've had enough fun," Myles muttered, his voice carrying an eerie edge. He turned his attention to Deathstorm, and what should have been his friendliest smile transformed into the most demonic of grins, from Deathstorm's perspective.
Deathstorm couldn't help but wonder, as he battled this enigmatic enemy if Myles was some sort of demon who had somehow taken on a human guise. The sense of danger that emanated from Myles was palpable.
With an instinctual reaction, Deathstorm quickly backed away, creating distance before Myles could grab hold of him. As he retreated, he felt an unsettling drop in temperature, as if an ice age were descending upon the street.
Myles, however, was undeterred. He rose from the ground slowly, approaching Deathstorm with an ominous determination. Each step he took seemed to freeze the very street beneath him, like the freezing hand of winter itself.
Deathstorm roared, unleashing a searing beam of fire toward Myles, but the speedster villain simply raised his hand. The flames halted mid-air, suspended in time and space, along with Deathstorm's left arm. The demon howled in frustration, his fiery gaze locked on his frozen limb, which stubbornly refused to thaw.
Deathstorm stared at Myles, a mixture of anger and disbelief in his eyes. He couldn't comprehend what had just happened or how his adversary had seemingly mastered control over the ice itself.
Myles answered the unspoken questions swirling in Deathstorm's mind. "Surprised? Don't be. I always figure out weaknesses, especially when they're right in front of me."
At that moment, Deathstorm found himself at the mercy of an enemy who seemed to have transcended the boundaries of his own abilities.
Sensing the walls closing in around him, he unleashed a surge of raw power. The sudden burst of energy illuminated the night, a blinding flash that forced Myles to shield his eyes, his face scrunched in momentary discomfort.
In the fraction of a second that followed, Deathstorm's palms came together, the fiery energy gathering between them before he forcefully pulled them apart. It became clear to Myles what his adversary intended—a nuclear explosion that would level the entire city.
Myles' expression twisted into one of disappointment, and then, to the surprise of Deathstorm, he began to laugh. The eerie sound of his laughter echoed through the street, a stark contrast to the impending catastrophe.
Deathstorm, bewildered by Myles' reaction, remained determined to carry out his apocalyptic plan. He ignored the taunts and laughter, focusing solely on his goal.
Myles, still chuckling, taunted Deathstorm, "Really? You've run out of options, and now you're the sore loser, resorting to blowing up my city?"
There was no response from his adversary. Deathstorm's determination was unshaken as he readied to unleash the destructive force that would engulf Central City.
Just as Deathstorm released the explosion, Myles, with a burst of incredible speed, charged forward. He extended his palm and made contact with the explosive blast, his body phasing through it as if it were mere mist. The nuclear inferno surged through the city, but it was contained, redirected, and diffused by Myles' incredible speed.
When the cataclysmic event was finally over, the streets were left eerily silent. Myles, standing amidst the remnants of what could have been the city's destruction, couldn't help but mockingly praise Deathstorm, though the demon was nowhere to be seen.
Myles realized he was alone in the desolate street, "That piece of shit tricked me!" a string of curses escaped his lips as he sprinted toward STAR Labs. He knew that Deathstorm, in his vengeful determination, was heading straight for Caitlin, and there was no time to lose.
Barry raced back to STAR Labs, his voice crackling with urgency as he spoke into his comms. "Guys, Myles is headed to STAR Labs. Be on high alert. This is going to get ugly."
Cisco's voice came through, laced with concern. "Copy that, Barry. We'll be ready."
Inside STAR Labs, a sense of unease settled over the team. Cisco, Caitlin, Joe, and Harrison gathered, exchanging worried glances. They all knew that the impending clash between Myles and Deathstorm was about to unfold within the walls of their sanctuary.
Harrison didn't waste a second. He turned to Cisco, his voice brisk. "Cisco, prepare the trap. Caitlin, you need to distract Myles. Joe and I will power the trap once it's ready."
Caitlin nodded, her heart racing as she prepared herself for the daunting task ahead. She watched as her teammates hurriedly set up the trap, their hands moving with precision and urgency.
As she was left alone to face Myles, her nerves were already on edge. But suddenly, her attention was torn away from the task at hand as she let out a piercing scream.
In the eerie silence of STAR Labs, Caitlin's voice echoed with terror. Her eyes were fixed on the visage before her—a haunting figure, wreathed in flames, and yet somehow familiar.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Caitlin demanded, her voice trembling.
The figure, Deathstorm, spoke in a chillingly familiar voice, one that sent shivers down Caitlin's spine. "Caitlin..."
Caitlin's breath caught in her throat as she heard her husband's name. She took a tentative step forward, tears welling up in her eyes. "Ronnie?"
Deathstorm nodded, his form shifting slightly to take on Ronnie's image. Caitlin's heart ached as she saw the face of her lost love before her.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she whispered, "What happened to you, Ronnie?"
Deathstorm's voice was filled with anguish as he replied, "I don't know, Caitlin. All I know is that I'm always hungry and always in pain. I can't control myself much longer. Please, you have to help me."
Caitlin's voice trembled with a mixture of joy and sorrow as she promised, "I will, Ronnie. I'll find a way to help you."
But before she could take another step, a portal opened, and Myles appeared with a burst of speed. In an instant, he kicked Deathstorm, sending him hurtling through the portal to the other side.
Caitlin watched in shock and horror as her husband, or what remained of him, disappeared from her sight once more.
Her voice trembled with horror and worry as she called out for Robbie, her heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes were wide with fear as she watched Myles stomp towards the fallen demon, his intentions clear.
Myles viciously picked up Deathstorm and began to pummel him mercilessly. Blow after blow rained down, echoing through the lab, and Caitlin could hardly bear to watch. She knew that if Myles didn't stop, Robbie would be killed.
Just in time, Barry arrived, his speed blurring as he rushed to Caitlin's side. He checked on her quickly to ensure she was okay, his concern evident in his eyes.
Caitlin, her voice filled with desperation, pleaded with Barry, "Barry, you have to help Robbie. Myles is going to kill him!"
Barry's gaze shifted from Caitlin to the brutal scene unfolding before him. He knew he had to intervene, and he darted forward with a burst of speed.
Myles, during his ruthless assault, suddenly felt a powerful impact against his side. Barry had shoulder-bashed him away from Deathstorm, creating a momentary respite.
Barry's voice was firm as he ordered Myles to stop. "That's enough, Myles!"
Myles, seemingly unfazed, merely raised an eyebrow. He dusted off his shoulders as if the interruption had inconvenienced him.
Barry gave him a stern warning, his voice resolute. "You're not going to kill anyone, Myles."
Myles, with a chilling calmness, responded, "Robbie's already dead, Barry. I'm just sending him off."
Barry took a deep breath, trying to reason with Myles. He didn't want to resort to violence if he could help it. But just as he was about to speak, the world around him seemed to spin, leaving him disoriented and confused.
"Why is everything spinning?" Barry mumbled.
It was then that he realized what had happened. Myles had clotheslined him, a sudden and unexpected attack, all while yelling, "360 Ooga Booga!"
Myles turned his chilling gaze back to Deathstorm, his intent clear, but Caitlin bravely stepped in between them. Her voice was unwavering as she stood her ground, defying the speedster villain.
"Move, Caitlin," Myles warned, his tone cold and threatening.
But Caitlin refused to budge, her resolve unshaken. "I won't let you kill Ronnie."
Myles' eyes bore into hers, a dangerous glint in his gaze. He reiterated, "I won't say it again. Move, Caitlin."
She remained steadfast, her voice unwavering. "I know you won't hurt me, Myles. But if you kill Ronnie, I promise you, I'll find a way to kill you. I'll hunt you down like the animal you are."
Caitlin's determination caught Myles off guard. He leaned in closer, peering into her eyes to assess the depth of her resolve. Her defiance triggered something within him—a flicker of emotion he hadn't expected.
Myles was reminded of another time, another face, and another woman who had stood up to him. Snow, his former lover, possessed a similar fire and a similar unwavering spirit. Her drive to stop him was so overwhelming that he couldn't think straight when it came to her. As twisted as it was, Myles wanted to kill Snow, but he couldn't. He still remembered when he tried to kill her and failed. The memory of her stabbing him with his own knife sent a shiver of excitement down his spine, and his bloodlust surged like a volcano ready to erupt.
But just as tension reached its zenith, Myles hissed and nearly dropped to his knees. His pride and sheer willpower kept him standing, though the pain was evident on his face. He cracked his neck with a grimace, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Joe, Harrison, and Cisco.
Cisco's voice held a veiled threat as he spoke. "That was just a warning, Myles. The next one won't be so gentle."
Joe checked on Barry; his concern was palpable. "Barry, can you stand?"
Barry didn't respond with words but nodded, slowly rising to his feet. He knew that he had to regain control of the situation.
A gasp cut through the silence and everyone's attention snapped to Caitlin.
Her eyes widened in shock as something punched through her chest. Cisco's horrified scream pierced the air as everyone watched in horror, seeing Ronnie's hand sticking out of Caitlin's chest.
"Caitlin!" Cisco's voice cracked with fear and disbelief as he called out her name.
But something strange happened. Caitlin wasn't injured, despite the hand protruding from her chest. She could only stare in shock and betrayal as she uttered Ronnie's name in disbelief.
Deathstorm, still smiling smugly, pulled his hand back. Caitlin convulsed, and signs of change began to show, with her body starting to transform.
Myles acted quickly, his power stabilizing Caitlin. His gaze never left Deathstorm, and his expression was a mix of anger and determination.
Deathstorm's voice dripped with satisfaction as he declared, "Caitlin is mine now."
Barry couldn't contain his fury. He launched himself at Deathstorm, demanding, "What did you do to her?"
Deathstorm, still smiling, explained, "I'm making her like me. I won't be alone anymore."
Myles remained silent, his mind racing. He knew he could undo the transformation, but it would require putting a piece of his power into Caitlin. That act, however, would kill her. It was a dilemma he wrestled with, torn between saving her life and sacrificing her for the greater good.
But then an unexpected presence filled the room. Electricity erupted from Myles' body and covered Caitlin's, enveloping her in a spectacular display of energy. Deathstorm roared in denial, attempting to strike Myles, but Barry intercepted, landing a powerful blow on the demon's jaw.
The electricity continued to swirl around Caitlin, its intensity growing. It began to take shape, forming into a smaller figure, a 10-year-old with mixed features of Myles and Caitlin.
The child's voice was filled with innocence as he greeted them, "Hi there! How's your day going?"
Confusion and shock washed over the room as they stared at the young figure, unsure of what had just happened. Caitlin's transformation had seemingly been reversed, but the presence of this child-like manifestation of Myles and Caitlin left them all in a state of shock.
Author's Note:
Hey everyone, I hope you're all doing well. I just wanted to drop a quick note to apologize for the delay in getting the latest chapter out. I've been spending some quality time with my family, and you know how it is – family time is precious.
But fear not, I'm back and the story will continue to unfold. I truly appreciate your patience and understanding.
Thank you for being awesome readers!
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