The Yin-Yang Complex

It Begins

Sebastian felt the wind mercilessly whip against him. Rain was bucketing it down, making it difficult to see. Sebastian could only hear the angry howl of the wind rushing into his ears. He pushed onwards to the medium sized silhouette just in front of him. He knew that despite the weather, he needed to be here. He cradled his phone into his body as he looked down at the screen. When he had received that message his heart had dropped to his feet. He was in disbelief, until he came to the realisation that there was no way for the photo to be fake. The photos showed Barry and Henry, side by side in handcuffs it a dirty looking basement. Sebastian recognised the handcuff on Barry, they were stopping him from using his speed. The caption with the photo was the most haunting part 'find me, exactly where you escaped me, bring no help or they will not live to see another day,'

Sebastian shoved his negative emotions to one side. It hadn't taken him long to figure out who it was. Charles, it just had to be. The only place Sebastian had escaped from under his control in was the basement. The basement where he was stabbed twice. He remembered exactly where it was, it lay in a broken down little cottage on the outskirts of town. The police had finished investigating it quite a while ago. Putting away his phone he fumbled around in the rain. He reached the door with some struggle to get to the door. He looked down at the cold metal handle, he prayed to was open. A crack of thunder split the air behind him as he pushed open the squeaky door. He stepped into the eerily quite building. The floorboards were uneven and crooked, so every time he took a step it squeaked loudly. The room was bare aside from an old stone fireplace close at the opposite end on the ancient structure. He found the doorway that led to the cracked stone stairwell leading downwards. He could still hear the rain whipping down outside and seeping in through the broken windows. The stairwell was dark and musty, everything was so quite that Sebastian could hear his own breath faltering when he reached the bottom. The door was rotten and splintered, he was surprised it was still in its frame. He slowly pushed the door open, only to be met with the worst thing he had ever seen in his life. To the right of the door was Henry, who was kneeling down, bound at the wrists and cuffed to the floor. A look of shock and desperation was present on his face. Yet it was nothing compared to the look on Barry's face. He was kneeling down and cuffed as well, he couldn't use his power and much like Henry he couldn't move, except, Charles was standing holding two guns right beside him. They were both behind what Sebastian was assuming was very thick bullet proof glass. Charles stood in front of and old antique wardrobe with lots of things cluttering up the space on the ground.

Sebastian froze, Barry had tape over his mouth, but Henry did not. He barely registered it when Charles walked up to him and placed one of his guns in Sebastian's hand aggressively. He could hear talking and mumbling, but he couldn't make sense of it, his breathing was quick and his eyes darted around the room desperately trying to find something to prove this all wasn't real. "Sebastian," Charles cutting voice caught his attention. He looked up at him, he had missed a chance, the criminal was now behind the glass again, his gun aimed at the back of Barry's head, a wicked smile on his face.

"Please don't," Sebastian voice was weak and fragile, neither Henry or Barry had ever heard him so frightened or alone.

Charles shook his head with a sadistic smile, "no, I went through too much trouble to catch these two not to at least see one of them dead,"

"No, you don't have to, please just kill me instead," Sebastian begged, he hands clasped together around the gun, he eyes were riddled with desperation, "please don't kill them," His voice trembled.

"I won't be killing any of them," Charles smiled, "unless you let me," Sebastian's heart dropped, "you have ten seconds, and if there isn't a bullet in your father's body... then I will put one in your brother... 10... 9"

Sebastian felt panic rush through him as he made eye contact with Barry, who shook his head vigorously. He could practically see Barry screaming no as he made strained noises with tears pricking his desperate eyes.

"8..."

Sebastian looked down at Henry, who simply smiled at him sadly, "it's ok," he told him softly.

"7"

"I am old, I have little time left in my life," Henry told his son as a wet tear began to fall down his face, this added more to Sebastian's dilemma.

"6"

"But Barry has so much to live for," Henry continued. Barry could see Sebastian face twist as he was slowly making his decision. He screamed behind his gag, desperately trying to stop his brother. He had waited for so long for his father to come back, only for him to die. He didn't want to have to loose his dad again, "Barry needs to be there to save those in need of help,"

"5"

Sebastian shakily raised the gun, he could feel fear and guilt riddle him. Tears blurred the last image he would see of his father alive, "it's ok," Henry smiled softly encouraging his son.

"4"

"I love you," Sebastian whispered shakily so only Henry could hear.

"3"

Henry had waited so long to hear those words, it made everything so much easier, he was going to die a happy man, "I love you too," he whispered as a Happy grin split across his face. Sebastian turned his head away as warm sticky tears ran down his cheeks he could feel himself shaking.

"2"

He pulled the trigger. The shot vibrated through his whole body.