My name is Eobard Thawne. And this is my story.
I guess it's the story about a young man fixated about the past. Or maybe about dreams. It could be the story about trying to make a difference.
But I guess that what this really is, is the story about how I died...
I was born in the 25th century. My parents genetically engineered me to be highly intelligent. Unfortunately, it also resulted in me becoming awkward when it came to being social. I preferred to be alone. Alone with my thoughts, my studies, and most imortantly of all; dreams. My dreams about being a hero.
My greatest interest was studying the power of one of the worst criminals of the 21st century, the age of super-criminals. His name was Barry Allen, the man who had named himself; the Flash. A mad scientist who had been traumatized as a child after his mother had been murdered. And when he was blessed with the power of speed, he decided to abuse his gift, trying to discover the secret behind time-traveling so that he could save his mother. And it involved becoming a public menace. Even though a band of heroes with questionable ethics did their best to stop him, he still managed to do many horrible things on his quest for knowledge.
Imagine all the wonderful things he could have done. How he could have helped humanity, instead of being remembered as one of the worst meta-humans in history.
In secret, I studied the Speedforce, the astounding energy source that gave the Flash his powers. It was highly illegal, since it could be used for timetravel, which had been outlawed after the Booster Gold incident. After years hard work, I finally managed to duplicate the incident that gave Allen the power of speed. Now a speedster, I could use the cosmic treadmill, Allen's time-traveling device that I had bought on the black marked. I now knew my life's purpose.
I was going to travel back in time, and become the adversary to the sinister Flash. I was going to be the hero Barry Allen didn't chose to be. With my knowledge of the history of the 21st century, I could prevent some of the terrible things the Flash had done to humanity.
I made a uniform similar to the Flash. But instead of one that called for blood like his did, I made mine yellow, a bright, optimistic color, to show that I would be his opposite: a force of good.
I should be known as; Zoom, the Heroic Flash.
To be continued...
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