*Hey everyone! Here's the prologue and chapter one. It isn't going to be too long. It's more of a bridge into the story than anything else. Still, I hope you enjoy. Plz review, not only do I appreciate it, it helps get my bottie in gear and update. Thxz!*
Wally felt himself stop. Physically, Mentally, Emotionally. Just stop.
His body wouldn't move.
He couldn't breathe.
He couldn't think.
He couldn't feel.
"No! You're lying! You're lying! It's not true! It's not true!"
Wally wasn't why he was saying everything twice, but it seemed to strengthen his disbelief in the horrible things being said to him.
"NO!"
He sank to his knees, tears rolling down his face.
"No..."
His 'uncle' Hal walked up to him, slowly, as if afraid he might bolt.
Hal bent down and wrapped his arms around the small shaking redheaded boy.
"I'm so, so sorry, Wally. I wish I were. Shhh. Shh. I'm soo sorry. Shh."
Hal, Iris, and the others took turns and they held on to him for hours as he cried.
He couldn't believe Barry was dead.
He couldn't be.
What kind of story was this?
*Next*
Wally groaned as he hit the wall.
Green Arrow, Ollie Queen, looked at him with sympathy. He'd just recently lost Barry, and he was still lost on this whole 'Hero not Side kick thing'.
Not having Barry there to protect him and make sure everything was okay was... hard.
And now he was suddenly part of a new team.
He wasn't young justice's goofy class clown anymore, he was The Flash.
He needed to be stronger, more serious. He needed to get his head on straight.
He needed to grow up.
This wasn't a fairy tale.
Not anymore.
No, not anymore.
*Next*
Wally grimaced. The taste of one's blood isn't something people look forward to waking up to.
And Wally was kinda of a taste snob, he liked waking up to good tasting things.
He groaned, his head throbbing.
He looked around as he sat up, there was the justice league council members, a couple of others, lying around him, everyone was knocked out.
He slowly, painfully got up. He had to bite down on his tongue to hold back the cry of pain threatening to spill from his bloody red lips.
He walked, limped around the room, trying to find a door, a window, any way to escape.
There was nothing but bright white walls and dim lights.
They were trapped.
No hope of escape...
No hope...
NO.
Wally sank to the floor, waited for the others to wake up, and started planning ways to escape.