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Nimbus screamed again as the electrical current ran through the cell. Even in his gaseous form, he couldn't truly escape as the electricity arced through, causing the molecules to vibrate at a painful intensity.

He was on the ground, panting for air as he weakly looked at the man standing outside his cell, holding the tablet controlling the electrical bursts.

...wasn't Harrison Wells supposed to be in a wheelchair?

But no...he stood there, his face dark and twisted as he glared at him.

Eobard Thawne watched the sweat rolling off Nimbus's bald head, trickling down and hitting the floor.

"What the hell---" Nimbus began only to scream again as the electricity arced again.

"You will never harm her again. If you some how get out of here, you will never even glance in her direction again. Do you understand?" the scientist who was supposed to be in a wheelchair hissed.

"Who?!" Nimbus screamed but as the lightning arced something crystallized in his mind.

The Flash.

The voice was too soft.

The eyes and mouth too pretty to be a man's.

The Flash was a woman.

And apparently she belonged to the mad man in black standing outside the cell.

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