The Flash : Please Kill Me (Complete Remake)

Chapter 13: The Rogue's Gallery – Team Dynamics (REMAKE)

The weeks that followed Snart's capture settled into a rhythm. Find metahuman. Barry fights metahuman. Cisco names metahuman. Caitlin analyzes metahuman. Joe grumbles about metahumans. And Adam? Adam provided the sarcastic commentary, the questionable tactical advice, and the occasional, strategically timed "hunch" that always seemed to be right.

" It's like we're a very dysfunctional, super-powered family. Barry's the overachieving golden child, Cisco's the excitable younger brother, Caitlin's the perpetually exasperated older sister, Joe's the dad who just wants everyone to be safe, and Wells… Wells is the creepy uncle who's secretly a supervillain. And I'm the sarcastic cousin who knows all their secrets."

Barry was getting faster, more agile. He was learning to think on his feet, to use his speed creatively. Cisco was churning out new gadgets like a mad scientist on an espresso IV drip. Caitlin was becoming more comfortable with the impossible, her scientific curiosity slowly overriding her initial skepticism. The team was gelling.

Adam, however, had another mission: Eobard Thawne. He spent his "internship" hours not just fetching coffee and making jokes, but observing. He watched Wells. Every subtle gesture, every calculated word, every flicker in his eyes. His 'Enhanced Observation' was constantly on, picking up on minute details.

He noticed Wells's almost unnatural stillness when he wasn't speaking, the way his eyes seemed to track things no one else saw. He noticed the slight, almost imperceptible tremor in his hand when he reached for something, a tremor that seemed at odds with his overall composure. He noticed the way Wells would sometimes pause, mid-sentence, as if listening to a voice only he could hear.

" He's good. Really good. He's playing the long game. But I know his playbook. I just need to find the right page."

Adam started taking longer "bathroom breaks," subtly detouring past Wells's office. He'd "accidentally" leave his phone recording in a pocket, hoping to catch a stray word, a revealing sound. He knew Wells was meticulous, but everyone made mistakes. Even a time-traveling speedster.

One afternoon, he was "cleaning" a dusty old server in the S.T.A.R. Labs archives – a perfect excuse to be alone and poke around. He found a hidden compartment behind a loose panel. Inside, there was a small, sleek device. It wasn't a metahuman dampener, or a speed-force conduit. It was a voice recorder. And it was playing a loop of ambient lab noise.

" Clever. Very clever. He's recording his own conversations, but masking them. Why? To cover his tracks? To ensure his story aligns? Or to listen to something else?"

He carefully copied the data from the recorder onto a flash drive he kept hidden, then replaced the device, making sure everything looked untouched. He didn't listen to it immediately. He wanted to wait, to analyze it when he was truly alone, away from Wells's watchful eyes.

Meanwhile, a new threat emerged: a strongman metahuman named Tony Woodward, who could turn his skin into steel. Barry, still learning to phase, struggled against him.

"He's too tough, guys!" Barry's voice crackled over the comms. "I can't hurt him!"

"He's got steel skin, Barry," Adam said, trying to sound helpful, not omniscient. "But what about the inside? He's still human, right? What if you… vibrate through him? Not to hurt him, but to disrupt his internal organs? Just enough to knock him out?"

Caitlin gasped. "Adam, that's incredibly dangerous!"

"He's got super-speed, Caitlin," Adam countered. "He can control his vibrations. It's like a focused sonic blast, but internal. It's a theory. A very risky theory. But if he can't be hurt on the outside, you have to go for the inside."

Wells, again, looked at Adam. A flicker. A nod. "Mr. Stiels's hypothesis, while unconventional, has merit. The human body is a complex system. Disrupt one part, and the whole can fail."

Barry, desperate, decided to try it. He focused, vibrated, and phased his hand through Woodward's chest, disrupting his internal balance. Woodward collapsed, unconscious.

"It worked!" Barry exclaimed, amazed. "Adam, how did you even think of that?"

"Like I said," Adam grinned, "I watch a lot of documentaries. And I have a very vivid imagination. Plus, I figured if you're going to be a superhero, you might as well learn how to use your powers in creative ways. 'Phasing through people' is definitely creative."

Later that night, back in his apartment, Adam plugged in the flash drive. The ambient lab noise played. He used a basic audio analysis program he'd downloaded (a free one, because the System Shop didn't sell "Advanced Audio Forensics" yet). He isolated the frequencies, trying to find anything hidden.

He found it. A faint, almost subliminal hum, buried beneath the static. It was a pattern. A rhythmic, almost musical pattern. And it was familiar. It was the sound of the Speed Force. Not Barry's. But a Speed Force. And it was coming from Wells.

" Holy. Crap. He's not just observing. He's tapping into it. Or he's generating it. He's doing something with the Speed Force, right there, in his office. This isn't just a disguise. This is a full-blown, active deception. And he's using it to… what? Power something? Or to keep himself connected?"

Adam felt a cold dread settle in his stomach. He knew Wells was Thawne. But hearing the subtle hum of the Speed Force, a sound that shouldn't be there, coming from the man who was supposed to be a paraplegic scientist… it made it real. More real than any TV show.

" This is getting dangerous. He's not just a mastermind; he's actively using his powers, right under their noses. I need to be more careful. And I need to figure out what that hum means. And how to expose him. Without getting myself erased from the timeline. Or, you know, just plain erased."

He was building trust with Team Flash, but he was also walking a tightrope. The closer he got, the more dangerous it became. But he couldn't back out now. Not when he knew the truth.