Oh yes.
I am a very bad, bad author. I'm neglecting the number 1 vote right now. I want something good for it... And that takes a while. Until then, enjoy these one shots of Wally's fears and hates.
Oh, and I'm open for suggestions. They can be serious fears/hates or so funny you'll end up on the floor. So let some suggestions in!
The first one shot? My favourite.
Claustrophobia.
It was something all speedsters had to deal with. Maybe it was the fact that when they were in small, compact spaces they couldn't run. And there was no point in being a speedster without being able to run. It was their way of life. If one took away their running by force (or, in this case, by stupidly small closets) they may as well rip them from their soul.
Wally was no exception to this issue of claustrophobia, and was frustrated, hungry, tired and quite frankly scared (though he would never admit that.) He had been given the 'run ahead' signal from the team Leader, Kaldur. It was a quiet mission- find some wealthy kidnapped kids in the mansion without alerting the bad guys. Wally was the logical choice to send in first of course- He could cover five rooms in the time the Team could cover one.
Too bad that plan wasn't fantastic (but hell, since when did plans actually ever work?) and he had been beaten around and shoved in this stupid closet while unconscious. His head still hurt like crazy and his stomach was becoming a little unbearable.
But then again, so were the walls that were pressing against him. 'The Team will come in here soon enough. They would've heard some commotion, right?' He told himself, trying not to focus on those stupid walls that surrounded him. He slumped against the wall, trying to focus on breathing slowly. There were no gaps in the closet that he could see (so it obviously wasn't exactly a closet, but it still had four goddamn compact walls) and he didn't exactly want to risk vibrating. He didn't need a bloody nose on top of anything.
He didn't know how long he had stood there, but eventually his knees gave out and he slid down along the wall. He could only just barely tuck his knees to his chest, which only reminded of him of just how trapped he was.
Oh god, he was trapped like a wild animal in a stupidly small cage. A cage that seemed to pulse in closer every time he took a breath.
'Damn it Grayson, this is your fault for tagging me along. When I get out of here, I'm eating out your fridge. And Al's cookies. All of them.' He made a promise to that, but the thought of food was pushed out as he found himself tucking in closer to himself. His arms stretched out though, feeling along the walls.
Trapped.
'Like I didn't know that already!' He shouted at himself, getting on edge. His breaths were increasing whilst the space in the walls decreased. He had to admit, he hadn't had much dealing with this unavoidable fear. He was never forced to be locked in some stupid closet at least, and this definitely was not going on the 'Top 100 things to try again.'
He whimpered (and would later deny that) as he tried stretching, his feet shaking. His mind wasn't much better, throwing very unuseful comments his way. His tremors became worse, and he didn't know if he wanted to curl in on himself or try and stretch out. It ended up with curling, his stomach grumbling madly.
"So... Anybody out there?" His voice was hoarse, and he groaned mentally at how shaky it sounded. There was no reply after quite some time. In that time, his breaths began increasing and he was vaguely aware he was probably on the verge of a full out panic attack.
Because that was just what he needed right now.
Stupid damn walls. Stupid bat ninjas. Stupid claustrophobia. Stupid this and stupid that. His stomach soon became louder than his thoughts, and the walls were pulsing madly now. His eyes clenched shut. His breaths were harsh and he was tremouring.
The space was too small.
Too small.
He was trapped.
It was becoming hot and stuffy and it was getting very hard to breathe (not like it wasn't hard enough before or anything ...). He was sweating, and he really wouldn't mind an ice cream or something. Quadtrillion scoops didn't sound all that bad either.
His gloves came off first, but it wasn't much help. They were slick with sweat and he wiped them on his costume, but it didn't do much. He tried the walls and his eyes widened frantically as he realized just how close the were.
He wasn't aware of his constant pleas. Please let me out, please. Let me out. He was barely aware of anything anymore but this stupid stuffy way too small space which was seriously continuing to grow smaller.
Please let me out.
Please.
He would not admit that, eventually, tears began to spring up. And he would definitely not admit that he was actually losing hope of being found from this stupid blodey closet. He would not admit that these minutes, hours, years were terrifying him beyond belief.
His head turned slightly as he heard a slight noise -muffled footsteps maybe?- and muffled a cry as the door ripped open, revealing the harsh glare of the sun from the window facing the opposite to him. He turned.
His face was soon introduced to a candy bar that Rob threw. "You look like crap," The young boy stated, his tone teasing. But Wally knew his eyes said a different story. He tried to stand, but was about to be reunited with the floor for the fifth hundred time. Artemis was the one who caught him, and he smiled gratefully as he was passed the candy bar. He was aided outside. And outside meant no small space. No stuffy air and walls. Despite protestations, he all but ran into the bioship. Instead, he took the trip home alone.
No way was he going into another room for longer than two minutes that day.
Later
"And Master Wallace, what do you think you are doing near the fridge?"
Yay! Once again, no idea what I'm typing. All on the iPod.
Feedback is appreciated (flames are met with marshmallows) and I would love suggestions! I have quite a lot already, but you can never have enough! ^-^
This may not be the best chapter; but I have quite a few ideas on ways to approach things. And knowing me, I'll probably end up doing another claustrophobia thing. I don't know really about that...
Reviews are extremely appreciated! :D
Kayla