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Chapitre 10: CHAPTER 10

The awkward meeting with Leonard kept nagging at the back of Tom's head. In his previous life his friend had made mention of Michael Scofield from prison break being on the DCU but he also made it known to Tom that he was a villain in there, a major headache for the Flash.

He knew how smart he was in prison break and would not be surprised if he turned out to be a criminal mastermind in the DC verse.

He took a seat on the dining table and placed his bowl of cereal on the table as he pondered on the thought about Leonard, which led to him forgetting to add milk in his cereal. He was already seated and found it a pain in the neck to walk over to the fridge for some milk, so he just used his telekinesis to open up the fridge and  brought the milk to the table. 

He had become very fluent with his telekinetic control but wasn't strong enough to lift heavy objects with his mind. So each time he was alone at the gym during early hours of the morning, he would lift dumbbells as a way of exercising his telekinetic and mental strength. 

Most times at home while he did the dishes he would also try lifting two small dumbbells he had with him for home workouts, this way he taught himself how to multitask while using his telekinesis without him giving his complete mental focus to one. 

And he once used his telekinesis to raise the couch so he could clean beneath it while vacuuming the living room. The easier it became for him to lift few heavy objects, the more practical he became with his powers. 

… 

During one of his math classes for the week, the math lecturer shared their assignments back to them after grading them. On announcing the person with the highest score, he had everyone in shock with a few who gazed at him like he was pulling their legs. 

It was Tom, he had the highest score and made everyone question how a person with amnesia could find time to put aside he's current blowback and top the highest in the class within weeks. 

Many disliked him for his attitude, solitary personality, high self esteem which made it seem like he was looking down on them and was why he wasn't associating with anyone at school or joining a club to act as a distraction from his assumed dilemma. 

Meanwhile that wasn't the case one bit. He did not ponder on his assumed life issues and just continued with his life. School was just a necessity for his so-called normal life over here, the more he read books the smarter he got. It was no surprise to him when he started topping the teacher's favorite of his math class because he was aware of his own intellectual growth. 

He was just minding he's own business and staying on his lane without getting on others hairs or drawing unnecessary attention to himself. 

While the lecturer addressed the class, Tom was deep in thought. He thought of his telekinesis, wondering if they had any draw backs or would lead to a nosebleed like others usually get once they strained their minds beyond what they could handle. His curiosity grew and had him wanting to know how his powers affected objects, if they acted upon the object directly, or on the atoms of the object. 

One thing with most people who were capable of telekinesis was that they were psychics but one thing was sure for him, and that was he definitely wasn't one. He knew this for a fact because he had been staring blankly at a kid at the front row for a while now, trying to read his thoughts when he heard a voice calling at him. 

"Can I have your attention back Mr. Hendricks?"

Snapping out of his thoughts, he turned to the lecturer and gave an honest reply. "Sorry about that sir." Then he went on and continued lectures. 

One thing was for sure, he wasn't in attendance at any parties hosted by course mates or even school events, because he knows there is more to life than partying around with a bunch of teenagers who could not see anything past their miniature needs. In short term, Tom was what you would call a social outcast. 

… 

At Gary's pub Tom could be seen attending to customers and mixing drinks for regulars who had just walked into the bar and gestured for him to bring the usual to their table while they took seats for themselves. 

While working behind the counter he noticed a familiar voice that he would never mistaken for another person, it was Leonard Snart.

"Hey buddy, how is business lately?"

Tom knew he wasn't there just for a drink so he tried averting the conversation and preventing it from leading to the offer he was given the previous day Snart paid him a visit. 

"You know, busy as always. what would be your order this fine evening?" He looked at Snart as he signaled to the bottles which were well arranged behind him. 

With a tiny smirk on his lips he requested for a Tom's special, turned his back to the counter still seated then took a look at the customer's present in the bar that evening. 

"While you are making my drink, I hope it wouldn't be too much to ask for your help with a riddle that had been pounding at the back of my mind all day?"

"Just one riddle without any other coming along with it right?" He asked Snart who was now facing the counter in hopes for a positive answer from Tom. 

"Way to kill the fun kid but sure, just one question."

"Okay shoot." Tom handed him his drink waiting for the so-called riddle. 

"Mrs. Andrew's called the police to investigate the burglary at her home. Her precious jewelry was missing. She told the police that the lock of the house was intact. Police scanned the crime scene. The house was in a total mess and the glass of the window was broken. The Police concluded Mrs. Andrew's had cooked up this story and arrested her for fraud. Why would the police do that to an innocent civilian who had reported a breaking and entering?"

He gave Tom this riddle and took a teasing sip from his glass, if Tom was as smart as he suspects he was then he would have gotten the answers to the riddle within three trials. 

Tom thought of the riddle for a short while, he tried to analyze the details for each word and left clues with them. He smiled then looked at Snart with a self assured look. 

"Anyone with brains could see that the so-called Mrs. Andrew's clearly pranked the police. First the police must have been sure that Mrs. Andrew's has lied to them because someone had broken the glass window from inside. If the window was broken from outside, little pieces of glass would be on the room's floor. But she had broken it from inside, and glass pieces were outside, as simple as ABC. Am I right, or am I right?" 

Tom teased the answers as the riddle seemed too cheap to him and didn't serve as a challenge for him. 

Snart chuckled for a while before putting down his class and directing his eyes at Tom."I asked my crew members this same riddle and till now none of them had been able to come up with the right answer, something that is taking men hours to figure out when the answer is as clear as daylight for them. You did so within seconds of accessing the question, you will be a valuable asset if you join my crew." 

"Maybe your crew members are just a bunch of thugs with no brains, if you'll excuse me for a second I need to serve a customer." Tom replied as he walked over to a customer with a tray in his hands which held a bottle and a glass consisting of  ice cubes. 

Few minutes after serving, he walked back to the counter and found Snart who was sipping his drink in an elegant but slow manner. 

"I know you don't want to get into any kind of trouble but trust me on this, you don't have to do anything at all or actually get involved in my business, all you will be doing for me is analyzing the job and giving the most suitable scenario which would lead to a foolproof job. Oh and believe me when I say these jobs will actually put your intellect to a test and serve as challenges to draw you out of your everyday boring life."

Tom considered the offer for a while and knew the jobs would definitely be illegal, but the thrill that might come with it was a dopamine rush he would love to experience. Plus the pay might be way above his weekly checks  he received from his part time job.

"*Sigh* Okay, just one job and it better be worth my while."

Snart smiled at the sound of those words of agreement Tom had given. "Don't worry kid, it will."

"But I hope it won't compromise my job here at Gary's?" He asked Snart for assurance of secrecy. 

"Of course it wouldn't. The cash you will make from just one job might even make you consider quitting your part time job and making this one a full time thing" He kept smiling as he spoke because what sane person wouldn't want an easy job with such satisfying pay?

"I have one condition though." Tom spoke in a relaxed but serious tone. 

"And what would that be?"

"I will only do business with you and no partner of yours, not even your crew members would know my face. Maybe I should get a nickname? What do you think of 'Ghost'? Pretty slick right? Because that's what I intend to be if I am going to get involved with criminals." Tom laid out his condition and chose this because this way no one would be able trace him or get a glimpse of his identity. 

"Anything that floats your boat, welcome to the crew kid. From now on you would act like a puppeteer pulling the strings from behind the scenes and naturally with me as a mastermind of course. Just don't think of crossing me and we'll be cool"

They shook hands in agreement and Snart left a burner phone behind with Tom, a phone with only one contact in its contact list and one he would use in contacting him if it were urgent. 

"See you around kid… And trust me, your life is about to get a little bit spiced up from the normal you were used to."

After making what might have somehow seemed Iike a bad decision to him, Tom had only one thought in mind as he cracked an half smile along his left cheek. 

'My first burner phone, get. This should be fun, I mean what's the worst that could happen?'


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Chapitre 11: CHAPTER 11

A/N: I'm sorry everyone for posting late, I was occupied with something I could not get out off on time.

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[Leonard Snart POV]

A kid with such potential as Tom would need to be kept a secret from the world, criminals from all over would do anything to get their hands on him.

They would try to recruit him to their sides by giving him anything and everything he would want in exchange for his cooperation.

I'm sure that the more challenging a job might be, the more exciting it would be for him when he sees through the loopholes and exposes the flaws, he seems like one who enjoys the thrill. 

In agreement to the deal I had made with Tom, I invited Marty and Chuck who were my crew members he had helped out the other day and also the guys who led me to this devious genius. I killed both members as they knew his identity, I can't and would not let anyone who knows his face to keep drawing breath. 

I had looked into the eyes of the kid and within those eyes there wasn't the slightest hint of fear, those were the eyes of someone loved for the thrill.I knew it because it was the same eyes that stared back at me every time I looked in the mirror. 

A man who would do anything just for his own amusement, I need to keep a good eye on him unless he might grow to become a dangerous asset who only cares about what pleases him. I don't know if he's a meta human but I hope he isn't one because it might make it a little difficult to control him if he was one.

With him by my side I could be the best thief in Central City, no not just Central City but the whole world. People might wonder why I chose to base in Central City of all places even though the Flash had been a pain in the ass most times and that is because it is my home and I love it here.

I have another heist planned and this time it would be a feat no thief had ever emerged successful from. I just need to obtain the necessary information concerning the operation before moving on to the next phase. 

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[TOM HENDRICKS POV] 

It was Saturday which also meant lectures free day for me and it just so happened to be my day off. A whole day to myself and I have been laying on my bed staring at the ceiling in wonderment of what I could possibly do to make my day off more fulfilling. 

After pondering on the thought of different activities such as going to a skating park or playing ice hockey, it has been a while since I last played, scratch that I haven't gotten involved in any sport since my time here. I wanted something fun but wouldn't lead to me getting completely depleted of energy or sweating excessively, while still in thought I turned over to the left side of my bed and my wardrobe came into sight. 

Come to think of it, I have been working for some months now and receiving weekly pay but still, I haven't gotten myself anything or bought anything meaningful so far, not even a new console. 

It seemed like a nice day to go shopping for a pair of clothing and I think it might be the perfect opportunity to visit the new mall everyone at school had been talking about lately. 

On getting to the mall I realized how enormous it was and could not help myself but do a little bit of sightseeing before getting to the main objective of the day, eventually I got myself a black sweatshirt with white stripes and a black colored Jean both placed inside a shopping bag. 

I was not in any haste and decided to take my time enjoying the evening scenery of the City as I walked home. That was until I started to hear screaming coming from an alley not too far from where I was. 

Out of curiosity I walked in the direction which the scream seemed to have originated from, wanting to know what was causing the ruckus that evening and if a person was in any kind of trouble as it sounded like a scream of distress.

Before getting to the alley a gust of wind followed by a streak of lightning passed by me. I knew it had to be a speedster so I increased my pace.

On getting there I hid at a corner to observe from a reasonable distance as I saw a man in a yellow and red suit, it was Kid Flash. He stood in front of three men who seemed to have been harassing a young lady as they had a gun pointed at her. 

The young speedster asked them to put down the gun and let the young lady go, but they decided to push their luck and took a shot at him. He caught the bullet and raced towards them and before I knew it, they were in cuffs and their guns in his hands. 

Kid Flash helped the lady get a hold of herself and told her to leave the scene after confirming she wasn't hurt severely and only had bruises. Before he could get back to the criminals, one who seemed to have been the leader chuckled as his hands were suddenly engulfed in flames. 

It was an astonishing sight to behold, he melted the cuffs with his flames and Kid Flash wasn't aware one of them was a meta, otherwise he would have used the cuffs for metas. 

I didn't need the help of a psychic to know he planned on burning him to a crisp as a way of releasing his pent up anger, he took a proper stance and started gathering what seemed to be a fireball between both palms with intentions of blasting it at Kid Flash. 

His crew members, still in cuffs, knew what he was about to do and ducked into a corner before he could release what he had cooked up between his hands. 

I saw Kid Flash twirling both hands in circular motion, my guess is that he was trying to create a vacuum. 

"Too late kid." He blurted out before blasting the ball of fire towards his direction and at an insane speed. 

Luckily, it seemed like the young speedster was able to create the vacuum in time before the mass of flame got to him. The kinetic energy of the flame was canceled out and it got extinguished mid-way. 

 'Cool! My first live superhero versus meta criminal showdown.' Was my instant thought as the robber looked at Kid Flash and decided he would push his luck and take him on. 

"Neat trick you've got there, seems like i would have to kick it up a notch." He said with a barbaric look on his face. 

"If your attacks are all long ranged, then I think this should be over pretty soon." He said with an expression which seemed like a 'give me your best shot' kinda look. 

 I knew there was an unspoken rule where heroes and villains had to do something like a prep talk, trying to rile up the other before violence commenced and I have always criticized that it was a waste of time. Maybe there was something there that I just couldn't understand, who knows? 

But watching it play out right in front of me changed my perspective about it because I could definitely feel the tension between these two as the robber had both hands submerged in flames and Kid Flash seemed like he was ready for anything that would be thrown his way. 

"Do you know that when you raise the body's temperature and increase the pace at which the heart beats far beyond what's normal, humans could move at extraordinary speed and gain a temporary boost in strength almost like that of a superhuman." The robber stared at Kid Flash as he spoke with a wide grin on his face as if staring at a worthy prey that might prove challenging to defeat. 

His eyes turned completely white and his skin turned red with vivid veins stretching across most areas, his body started releasing a little amount of steam and it doubtlessly was not coming from the flames he had on his hands but from an overheated body system. 

"Shut the fuck up and let's get started with the ass kicking already. I've got plans for the evening." He said as he grew a bit impatient while watching the transformation a person who seemed like a mere robber had just attained. 

The robber took a firm stance and used his flames to boost his sudden dash and for a split second I could not see neither him nor Kid Flash. The robber was fast but Kid Flash obviously had the advantage as he ran around him in circles landing heavy punches. 

The destructive power of his flame attacks was something else and it had me watching their fight from a somewhat safe corner. The alley wasn't spacious enough for such a fight and would certainly serve as a huge disadvantage to Kid Flash if he wanted to keep casualties to a minimum. 

'Finally, I get to witness a literal fight between a hero and some psychopath of a villain… The real DC thrill.'


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