The Speed to Rob a Queen's Heart - Olivarry

Destiny

Lights out. The entire facility was silenced. For most, it was time for bed. For Megan? It was time for her grand escape.

"Run it by me again." Harrison instructs.

"I made my presence known once you entered Mr. Queen's office," Bea starts to explain yet again. Their phone call yesterday wasn't enough for Harrison. He wanted to meet face to face to be absolutely sure that her words were true, leading her to taking the train out to Central City directly after her spat with Barry during Oliver's birthday party. "I led him out onto the balcony and said the words you wanted me to say. He was reluctant at first-"

"Why?" Harrison interrupts her. Out of all the explanations she's already given him of yesterday's events with Barry Allen, this was the first time he interrupted her- the first time he asked why Barry was close to saying no.

"He kept going on and on about how he just found Mr. Queen- Oliver- and how he couldn't leave him." Bea answers truthfully. Harrison quickly reacts to her words by slamming his fists onto his desk, startling her. "What is it?" Bea finally asks after a moment of silence.

"I was afraid this would happen." Harrison scoffs.

"What are you talking about? You aren't afraid of anything."

Harrison sits up from his desk chair to stroll around his office. He stores his hands into his pocket as he lets out an exaggerated exhale. He argues inside his head what exactly was the best way to explain this without Bea- Megan- suspecting a thing- more so find out that he wasn't Harrison Wells and in fact Eobard Thawne, a ruthless speedster from the future out to destroy Barry Allen's life the way Barry Allen had destroyed his: stripping him of everything and everyone he loves. Of course, in order to end him, he's the one who has to create him. All in good time, that day will come.

And there will be a reckoning.

But the truth of the matter is that Megan as well held an act to who she was- going by Bea Arkham to the public eye. He was the only one in the entire world who knew of Megan Smoak's existence- that Megan Smoak didn't die two years ago when she escaped Arkham Asylum. That once Megan Smoak did in fact escape, she's been out for revenge of her own ever since.

He was the only one who knows Megan Smoak is not dead but rather very much alive and one of the only ones who's ever seen her true face...

After waiting in bed for a half hour pretending to be fast asleep, Megan quietly raises herself up. She slowly moves the sheet off of her and shifts her legs over to dangle off the side of the cot. She stops, wincing her eyes shut and clawing her fingers into the cot's rails. She tries to calm her beating heart, afraid that from it racing so fast that'd it wake up the others and blow her chances of ever escaping this prison.

Her mind retraces to today's earlier events. The beginning part of her plan involved her slitting her own wrists in order to enter the medical part of the facility. For the most part, she blocked everything out except for the blood. There was so much blood... almost as much blood as to the time when she stabbed her little sister, Felicity, in the stomach, being the reason why her presence in this hell started.

Blood for blood, Megan thought.

Once it finally calms down, she inserts her fingers inside her mouth to force herself to vomit. After spending twenty years locked in this hellhole, she learned a few tricks like how to prevent the drugs they'd give from entering into her system. She'd simply play nice when being fed them, perceiving as if she'd swallow them but was really storing them in just the right spot to where she'd be able to throw them up once she was alone. When they'd return for another dose, she'd simply sneak it back onto their pallet.