Sequel to Shadows (Read that before this to understand).
"Like a black rose, her darkness was beautifully fatal." ~ E. Corona
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4 years. 4 years a villain. Within those 4 years I lost emotion, I was a killer, and I didn't care. I flipped a switc...
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Chapter 6 - Revealed
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"FAMILY IS SUPPOSED TO BE OUR SAFE HAVEN. VERY OFTEN IT'S THE PLACE WHERE WE FIND THE DEEPEST HEARTACHE." {iyanla vanzant}
"(Y/n), I realize that things have been... tense between us as of late, so I wanted to have another talk with you. It went well last time, and you and Lex Luthor talk often and have a wonderful relationship."
Twiddling my thumbs, I stared at my hands. Similar to last time, we were sitting across from each other. This time, however, instead of the ritual room, we were in the dining room. Likely an attempt to make it seem more casual. It did nothing to quell my anxiety.
Sure, there were plenty of things I wanted to ask him, but each one that ran through my mind seemed more likely to put me in conditioning than the last. Questions about why and how. About his home dimension. About his aversion to being a decent father to me. That last one was sure to get a punishment.
"Can you tell me more about Mom?" I asked nervously. It was the safest question out of the bunch. The last time he talked about her he got distant, too distracted to get angry and issue a plan for further conditioning.
"I met your mother on my fifteenth trip to Earth from my home dimension. It was a park in Utah, Palisade State Park, I believe. After meeting her, I visited her more than I had any other being in the universe. She began to change me..." Father met my eyes, his own flashing red as if challenging me, before he continued, "That's why I had to kill her."
"What?"
Father must have kicked me on the chest, or I fell off my chair onto my back, because no air was entering or leaving my lungs. My entire world stopped at that moment as I stared into my father's impassive features. Did I just hear something? There was no way he killed my mother. He spoke of her with so much fondness. It truly seemed like he loved her.
"I had to do it. She made me aspire to be good," he spat the word out like it was acidic in his mouth, "You know what it feels like to have someone inspire you. But I'm chaos. I can't be good, chaos can't be good. I had to get rid of anything that said otherwise, just as you soon will with Kid Flash. Our pasts, presents, and futures are the same. There's no escaping your fate."
That was it. The punch in the face on top of the kick to the chest. I knew that being on the other side would lead to conflict with my former friends, and the idea of having to kill Wally had floated around my mind more than once, but now my father was confirming it, comparing it to his situation with my mother.
"But you had me," I squeaked out weakly, "You had a child. She had a child. A family. And you killed her?" Did that mean I had extended family I didn't know about? Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins; each one wondering what happened to me but never finding a satisfactory answer.
