Eobard stepped awkwardly away from the desk just in time, as whatever remained on it went flying. A much smaller burst of power from Cisco, but still a demonstration that the potential to wreak havoc was still there, contained within the trembling frame of this young man. “I never wanted to hurt you,” Eobard said quietly, watching Cisco check his phone. Whatever he was looking at, it wasn’t good. Likely just more fuel to feed his guilt.
He followed Cisco to the lock box, trailing behind by several feet. Cisco needed the space, and his pace was too fast for the limping, exhausted speedster. “I never meant to hurt you,” he repeated. “But I did, so my intention doesn’t matter. The result is that I broke your trust. And that, I regret. What I’m trying to do now is correct my mistakes. So before you make any decisions here, consider all your options. Now.” He steadied himself against the wall, and nodded at the lock box. “What is it you want to do?”
“I want to put a stop to these powers, until I can get somewhere where I can unleash them without the possibility of hurting anyone.” He said, typing the passcode in quickly and pulling the door open. His face lightened when he saw the set of wristbands he’d made when they had learned of the multitude of metahumans that were scrambled throughout Central City.
“These-” He started, turning to face the man. “Are a pair of power dampening wristbands. They kind of look like watches with a code box and GPS locator. They can be separated or be used as handcuffs for metas. I’m going to use them on myself. I just need you to input a code so I can’t take them off.” Cisco finished, slipping the bands over his hands and sticking his arms out to Eobard. “They use a combination of electrical and low-frequency sound waves that are sent to the wearer’s brain, matching the brain waves and disrupting them. It only targets a certain area of the cerebellum, the part that the majority of the superpower control came from. Cool, huh?”
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