Eobard knew he was pushing himself too hard: cold, bruised, and exhausted, and it all added up to slow him down. But he had to know. He had to talk to Cisco. When he had a thought going around and around in his head like this, he could not possibly stop until he’d satisfied it. There was too much happening inside his head right now, anger, fear, betrayal, and even a trace of something that looked suspiciously like guilt.
The run to S.T.A.R. Labs took much longer than it should have, but his speed fortunately hadn’t cut out on him by the time he arrived. He approached the Cortex at a walking pace, but maintained the red eyes and low, threatening hum of his powers. Suit on, hood down, he rounded the corner, one hand brushing lightly against the door frame. “Cisco.” It took effort to drop the growl. “We need to talk.”
Cisco heard footsteps approaching the cortex, and he thought it was Cait or Barry, so he continued with his work. When he heard the familiar voice, his head whipped around. Thoughts in his head began to race. His alternate universe nightmare was coming true. The glowing eyes, the deep voice. He felt his heartrate increase as their eyes met. “What do you want?”
Cisco backup 