𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭¹ − b. allen

∟ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞. ✔️

the reverse-flash returns
part two

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THE BRUNETTE PACED back and forth in front of Thawne's cell, her arms folded over her chest. Her
mask remained over her eyes, and her suit still covered her body, to maintain her identity and keep herself hidden from the man from the future who would one day kill her uncle in another timeline.

Anna wanted to say something to the man in yellow, wanted to shout and yell, even wanted to hit him or even kill him, but she couldn't. She felt frozen when it came to the Reverse-Flash; she was frozen with fear and anger. Something about the man made her so angry, made her want to get violent with him, but she couldn't act on it.

"Are you going to say something, or are you going to keep pacing until your boots wear out?" Thawne asked, causing Anna to stop abruptly in her tracks. He stood up from his spot on the floor do the cell and walked toward the door, resting his hands on the impenetrable glass. "I can tell you're angry. At me, or yourself, I can't tell. Either way, you want to say something."

Anna dropped her hands to her sides, clenching and unclenching her fists. She chewed the corners of her mouth, her brows furrowing slightly. "You're a bad man, Thawne," she stated and turned toward the man in yellow, watching his eyes fill with confusion. She walked closer, anger boiling in her veins so intensely that her cheeks flushed red. "Not you, but another you—you from another timeline.

"I'm sure whatever I did, I had a valid reason," Thawne said and tilted his chin up slightly, his eyes looking Anna up and down slowly.

Anna slammed her fists against the glass, pain shooting through her hands and up her arms. "Watch your mouth or you won't get to go home," she hissed, her eyes flashing blue as she stared down the man behind the glass who had taken a step back once the speedster's fists hit the cell. "I won't hesitate to come in there and crush your heart in my fucking hands."

Thawne raised his brows, tilting his head to the side slightly like a curious child. "You intrigue me, and I don't even know who you are, exactly," he laughed and nodded his head, turning away from the girl. "You won't kill me, I can see the hesitation in your eyes and you haven't even opened the cell, so head on back to your team and figure out how to send me the hell home."

Footsteps entered the pipeline, causing Anna to drop her hands from the cell and glance over her shoulder to see Cisco walking toward her. "Hey, A— Swift," the long-haired boy said, clearing his throat after almost exposing the speedster's identity. He walked up to the cell, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "How'd you get your suit in your ring?"