I wrote this this half-asleep with an head spitting headache. If it isn't up to par drop a comment
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Two uneventful weeks slipped by. No metahumans. No strange incidents. Nothing worth raising an eyebrow at. For Victor, life settled into a dull routine, eat, watch movies, sleep, repeat. Even his daily jogs through Central City had lost their spark; he ran only out of habit now, half-hoping he'd stumble across a metahuman.
But Victor knew this was only the calm before the storm, a brief window of real peace. Soon everything would begin to shift. Barry would become the Flash. Eobard Thawne would start pulling strings. The timeline would officially move, and Victor's mere presence might end up making things even worse.
So while life felt monotonous, he made sure to use the time well. Most evenings he had dinner at his auntie's place, trying to make up for the months he'd lost, and quietly keeping watch, just in case the munchkins' abilities suddenly awakened.
The last two weeks, monotonous as they were, had opened Victor's eyes to just how overpowered biokinesis truly was. Now seated in a quiet forest on the outskirts of Central City, Victor held a leaf between his fingers.
Focusing his ability, the leaf began to break down, its green fading rapidly. Then, in a display that defied the very laws of nature, the decayed organic matter began to take shape once more.
The next moment, a caterpillar took shape atop his finger, and as if time itself had been accelerated, it grew into a rainbow-colored butterfly, skipping the entire metamorphosis.
A smile touched Victor's lips as he watched his creation drift into the distance. With biokinesis, he practically considered himself a god. He never let it get to his head, but the ability to control and shape biological life as he saw fit was undeniably godlike.
Shaking off the surge of ego, he reached for a thick branch. His senses expanded, revealing the branch down to its fundamental level. Without hesitation, he exerted his control.
The branch between his palms broke down at a speed visible to the naked eye. The organic matter crumbled and condensed in his hand, tightening into a small cube. At its most fundamental level, Victor shaped his intention.
It took about a minute, but when he finally finished, a black bird no larger than his palm stared back at him with unmistakable intelligence. Victor observed it closely, curiosity rising in his chest, until the creature broke the silence.
"Who... are... you," the bird struggled to articulate.
"I am your creator," Victor answered, a proud smile forming on his lips. The bird resembled a peregrine falcon, though completely black. Yet anyone looking deeper would see what set it apart: a vocal organ similar to that of a parrot and a brain no bird should ever possess.
And as for why it could speak English, he had transferred basic knowledge directly into its brain during its formation.
The bird stared at him with clear fascination, tilting its head as if trying to see through him. When it became obvious the creature had nothing more to say, Victor decided to wrap things up for the day.
This was not his first time coming here, creating creatures that most people would label horrific. Hybrid insects and lifeforms that could make any ordinary person freeze in fright, and although he released them afterward, none of them would live long enough to cause any real chaos.
"Time to head home," Victor thought, glancing at the setting sun. His gaze returned to the bird in his arms. Beyond its intelligence, it also possessed abilities. With his biokinesis, replicating the phenomenon that had granted him superspeed was effortless.
The only difference was that the bird would need to consume large amounts of highly nutritious food. But with his abilities, that was hardly a problem.
When Victor reached his doorstep, he glanced at the bird now perched on his shoulder. From the short race they had just run, he confirmed one thing: it was far faster than him, at least without him actively using his biokinesis.
The next day, Victor sat at Jitters, sipping his coffee while glaring at the two couples across from him, Iris and Eddie. His phone suddenly buzzed, grabbing his attention. He quickly downed the rest of his drink before picking it up. The message was from Cisco: "Your buddie's awake."
A smile instantly spread across Victor's face. He quickly left Jitters and slipped into a quiet alley, checking his surroundings before vanishing in a streak of motion. It didn't take long for him to reach S.T.A.R. Labs.
Meanwhile, in the halls of S.T.A.R. Labs, Barry was off speaking with Dr. Wells, while Cisco and Caitlin remained in the Cortex, still stunned by how suddenly their last patient had woken up from his coma.
"That song works like a charm," Cisco said, a grin spreading across his face.
Caitlin rolled her eyes, already preparing tests for when Barry returned. "I doubt the song had anything to do with them waking up."
"Well, it worked twice… that's all the proof you need," Cisco replied, spinning in his chair.
"It doesn't prove anything. It's purely coincidental," Caitlin shot back, shaking her head slightly.
Just then, the sound of footsteps interrupted them. Cisco turned first in his chair, eyes locking onto Victor. "If it isn't the Witcher," he said, hoping someone would get the reference.
Victor's brows furrowed slightly, ignoring the remark. He glanced at the empty bed where Barry should have been lying before speaking. "Where's Barry?" he asked, though he knew the speedster was likely still talking with Dr. Wells.
"He'll be back soon," Caitlin replied curtly.
Victor nodded, saying nothing further. He sank into a chair, letting his thoughts drift. Now that Barry had finally awakened from his coma, Victor saw him as the perfect bridge into the perils of this world.
Villains, time traveling, apocalyptic events, parallel Earths—the very thought made his blood surge with anticipation. He hungered for it all, the chaos, the madness, the raw, unbridled danger. He didn't just want to witness it; he wanted to be at the very center of it.
If the two people before him could read his thoughts, they would probably regard him with strange, uneasy eyes. But that didn't matter. Encounters with supernatural beings promised something far more valuable: access to new templates, templates he could harness to empower himself.
The ones he anticipated most were alien in origin: Kryptonians and Martians, to be exact. He could, in theory, replicate abilities similar to theirs, but it wouldn't be quick. It would take time, a very long time.
He glanced at the two before him, Caitlin and Cisco. He already possessed their meta-gene templates, but he hadn't bothered to use them.
Frankly, he didn't want to. Cisco's power, vibration manipulation, could open doors to the multiverse, but Victor wasn't ready to leap into other Earths just yet. He was barely at level one; trying to reach level a hundred already felt wrong. He didn't want to spoil the experience by rushing it.
Caitlin's abilities, on the other hand, didn't interest him, at least, not yet. The only reason he even considered them was that cold was a natural counter to speed. He'd keep it in reserve as a backup against Eobard Thawne.
Just then, Victor's electro-receptive senses picked up the approach of two people near the Cortex.
He rose to his feet immediately, a smile spreading across his face. When Barry saw him, confusion flickered first across his features, quickly replaced by recognition.
"Victor?"
"You finally woke up from your nap," Victor said, embracing Barry.
Barry froze, his brow knitting as he stared at the familiar figure before him. "Victor… what happened to you?" His voice was a mix of wariness and disbelief.
"I got struck by lightning too," Victor replied casually, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Ever since, my hair's been like this." Barry's eyes widened in surprise.
"Figures," Barry muttered, a half-smile forming despite himself. "Your luck's always been as bad as mine."
Victor chuckled softly at that.
Dr. Wells rolled forward, stopping just short of them. "Mr. Cassian was in our care for eight months," he explained. "He only woke up a few weeks ago." He paused, his gaze solemn. "Mr. Allen, Mr. Cassian, I once again deeply apologize for the consequences of my actions."
Both men simply nodded, offering no words in response.
Barry, already anxious and eager to leave, was the first to speak. "I… I need to go."
Caitlin stepped forward firmly. "No, you can't."
"She's right," Wells added. "Now that you're awake, we need to run more tests."
"You're both still going through changes," Wells continued. "There's so much we don't understand yet."
"I'm fine," Barry said, brushing past them. "I feel normal. And… thank you for saving my life."
Dr. Wells sighed, watching him go, then turned to Victor. "Mr. Cassian… please, keep an eye on him, will you?"