Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 33

Over the next few days, Harry's plan begins to take shape. Caitlin and Jesse, with the help of Felicity and some nano-tech she'd helped Ray Palmer to develop, they are getting close to altering the metacine serum to target Darhk's magic specifically. No one is quite sure how long it was going to last without a proper field test, but it just had to be long enough for a Speedster to remove you out of his clutches.

"Everyone knows their role?" Harry asks his team in the Cortex. "I can't stress enough how dire the situation is."

"We understand, Boss," Barry assures him.

"We're ready," Cisco chimes in.

Oliver puts a hand on Harry's shoulder. "We'll get her back."

Harry takes a deep breath. "Good. Then let's move out."

***

You sit on your makeshift bed, staring into the darkness with only the dim light of a single dull light bulb hanging overhead. The blood that had been dripping from your cursed crown had now dried and caked onto your skin. You hug your knees close to your chest, shivering.

Cold... so cold.

Your clothes weren't enough to be a sufficient heat source for your body. Everything feels damp - a certain wetness in the air, almost as if it had rained — a cold rain.

You'd barely slept in the week you'd been in here, and the measly amount of food you'd been given has left you weak. A voice startles you.

"Well, we meet at last."

The voice is smooth and cocky. At first, you think it's Darhk, but when you look up and out behind the bars of your cell, you see a tall, dark-haired man with a stone-cold gaze emerge from the shadows.

"Who... who are you?" you rasp.

"My name is Malcolm Merlyn."

You feel your muscles tense at the name.

"You put a hit out on me," you say slowly, "You tried to have me killed."

"Are you afraid?" he asks.

"No. It makes me want to kill you."

"Charming. You've got spunk. Newly acquired?" You stare daggers at Malcolm, who moves a little closer to your cell. "You're probably wondering why I did what I did?"

You can't lie. That has crossed your mind maybe a thousand times.

"You hate Harry."

"And do you know why?"

You shake your head.

"He killed my wife."

"I'm sorry?"

"Can't say the same for your fiancé."

"That's not true!" you defend Harry. "He's distraught over the accident and all the victims from it. That includes your wife!"

"That may or may not be true, but that still didn't stop him from destroying the lives of everyone in the city. You can understand how I had to take measures into my own hands, can't you? I had to make him pay. To make him understand what losing the love of your life feels like. A piece for a piece, so my colleague tends to say."

"What, are all you mob bosses friends or something?" you spit.

"Almost seems that way, doesn't it? Damien and I have been friends and allies for years. When it came time to choose between my two lives, I chose Merlyn Global Group. It generates money and I had to provide for my wife and son. So I temporarily disbanded my League of Assassins, giving them a nice new home with Damien here at H.I.V.E. He'd hold onto them for me for when the time was right.