Running In Reverse
Word of the Day- Nutoning
Definition: saying a person is not in possession of an item or an idea.
I nutoning characters pertaining to this story, D.C. Comics, Kick Ass, Pirates of the Caribbean, William Shatner…. You get the point.
I have also decided to create some new back stories for some of our characters. I have only seen a few comics of Young Justice, so I know about Conner living with Wally for a week and Kaldur being a child soldier.
I also love the idea of "WallArt", despite it being shown a little messy at first. I'm still keeping "SuperMartian" together. I will keep the idea of "Chalant" (despite Zatanna being a love interest of BATMAN), but not too heavy. I do also like "Koy" (being Kaldur and Roy—Clone Roy) as they do have history and friendship together. But these characters will interact like a team, not just couples. This will be a long story, so sit down, grab some popcorn and enjoy!
I also love the idea of "WallArt". I'm still keeping "SuperMartian" together. I will keep the idea of "Chalant" (despite Zatanna being a love interest of BATMAN), but not too heavy. I do also like the idea of "Koy" (being Kaldur and Roy—Clone Roy). But these characters will interact like a team, not just couples. This will be a long story, so sit down, grab some popcorn and enjoy!
~E for Endurance
Speedster Talk or Speedstertalk
Thinking
"Mental Link"
"Regular talk"
Chapter 1: The Longest Day Ever
Run.
(It's a simple word. Simple and powerful….especially when you talk to a speedster. Wally grins. He was born to run. To feel his legs soar like rockets, carrying him forward. It's automatic. The dynamics of his legs were made for this. He slips his goggles around his eyes, his body shifts forward slightly. He was running home, to-)
Run.
(Wally wishes he could run right now. Far from his troubles. Far away from the guilt and the fear that lock in his rib cage, her heart. From the anger that burns deep. They, the aliens just killed her. He wanted to run. To grab her b- there was no body left to grab. She was gone. Wally never felt the urge to kill anything. He hated violence, but he'd get them back. So many had died and he couldn't save them.
No. Nobody else would die. He could save them. He was too late for her, for his aunt and uncle, but not for others. For the world. He had to keep going he had to keep going he had to)
RUN
("K.F.! Get back here! I know it was you!"
"Of course you know it was me! You hacked the security feed, you little BAT!" Wally laughed.
"You! Took! My! UTILITY BELT!"
"It. Was on. The table." Wally yelled back, trying not to laugh. His hand was on his head, saying "Going Shatner!"
"Waaaaaaaaaaaallllllllll-lllllllllllllllllllyyyy…" he groaned.)
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllll-llllllllllly? Arrre yooooooouuuuuu ooooooookaaaaaaay?" A boy's voice broke his conscious.
Wally opened his eyes quickly. Regretting it immediately, as his eyes stung and his head felt like it had been hit very hard. Everything was blurry, like a poorly made soup and made him feel horrible. Somebody was trying to talk to him. He knew that. But it was too slow. Way to slow. Not even intelligible.
"Myheadhurts." He muttered, trying to see who was talking to him, find out where he was. A white room. Something was soft underneath him. He was lying in a bed of some sort. A hospital? When did he get here? Where were the doctors? Wally was about to ask for a painkiller when his eyes closed again. He took a breath to steady himself.
"Wwwwhhhhhhat?" The voice was seriously starting to piss him off. Seriously? He wasn't stupid.
"Wallydon'tgetup!"
Finally. Somebody was talking to him like he wasn't an idiot: familiar, fast and comforting.
Then he realized, he had no idea where he was and the pain- hit him like a knife. Wally started to freak out.
"WhereamI?Whydoesmyheadhurt?"
"Crrrrrraapppppp. Okay, Wally. You need to focus. Try to speak slowly, really slow."
Slow? Everything was buzzing. Focus. He blinked and squeezed his eyes shut again, trying not to throw up.
"Howisthis?" He experimented, eyes still closed.
"Slllower Baaaaywatch." Said a female voice, this one easier to understand then the first boy, but still a little slow for his liking. But Baywatch? He decided not to question this. It sounded-right? Didn't it?
"Um….okay. Is this-Is this better?" He tried again.
"I thought you'd really hurt yourself." The voice was sarcastic, mouthy. But something was missing. There wasn't any bite to the words. Sarcastic, but dead.
"Ughhhhh." Wally moaned. The space is quiet. Wasn't someone else supposed to talk right now?
"Artemis." A voice warned. A deep, calm, formal voice. There is was, filling the silence. Familiar. Incredibly familiar. And a girl named Artemis? "Wally? Can you open your eyes?"
For the third time, Wally West opened his eyes.
He saw a short black haired boy with dark black sunglasses covering his eyes to his left, looking down on him, stern but friendly. He had to be the young voice that he first heard. Beside the boy was a man in a red costume, covering his head with weird little lightning bolts off his ears? Off to the other side, he saw four other people against the wall. There was one red haired guy, like he was angry, but strangely about to cry. Or break something, yeah that looked about right. The boy looked the oldest of his current company (well, besides Mr. Red-Lightning-Bolt-Ear man? Red something, a Red Something? Why was he thinking about that?), one boy with caramel-dark skin and blonde hair looking somber, who looked like he had hickies or holly crap, those are gills! One red haired girl with sad hazel eyes (she'd been crying recently, so it looked tainted red) and green skin?! Green skin…something about green skin. Besides her complexion, she looked cute. A green version of a human girl, who looked a lot like him. Maybe they were related, but his skin was white (he did a double take of his hands to be sure). She in return was holding hands with another boy with black hair, but a lot bigger. Tall, muscular with a black shirt on. He looked serious, but again sad. He was maybe sixteen or seventeen? Most of the people in the room looked sixteen or seventeen, aside from the red-clad man, angry ginger man and the young black haired boy.
And finally, there was the girl who had spoken. Artemis, huh? She looks like a model. Long blonde hair and a green mask, which did a bad job at showing that the mask was wet around the bottom of the eyes.
That's when Wally realized: half of these people wore masks. Masks? The other half weren't. The three guys off to the side were largely muscular. Even Artemis looked potentially dangerous.
Someone was missing. Who was he looking-?
He yelped, his head stung and he forced back a wave of vomit and he forces himself up on his elbows and the pillow behind his head. "Where am I? I want some answers now."
The Flash saw Wally stiffen and make his face look hard, unreadable. He tried to look dangerous, all these strangers around. To Barry's knowledge, Wally only did this when he was angry or upset. And that hardly ever happened. Wally was a guy who took a punch and still had a witty comeback.
Everyone in the room silently gasped. The red haired boy let out a LOUD long fast string of curses against "Simon". Who was Simon? The way this guy was reacting and the green haired girl let out a moan, this "Simon" must have done something horrible, but what?
The red haired girl's hand jumps to her mouth, eyes wide in shock. He looked around the room. Artemis, who was standing beside a medical machine, looked angry and sad and frustrated all at once. The red clad man with the matching lightning bolt on his chest of all places put his hand on his head. Wally jerked back and the man took a step back. Then he took off the cowl on his head and revealing his blond hair and his identity.
"You look familiar." It wasn't a question. It wasn't a big shock, he thought. It actually was kind of funny. A joke sounded about right now. Everyone looked like they were going to cry or kill. "And you look good in red. Did we go to a party together or something?"
This got a laugh from Red-guy and a slight smirk from the black haired boy but everyone else still stared at him. The "Martian's" eyes looked like they were brimming with tears.
The black haired boy, the short one, who had a small and boney (almost bird like appearance –why does that sound so familiar?) and put his hand on his shoulder. "Wally?
Wally blinked again and looked at the boy dead on.
"You don't recognise the Flash? Me? Roy?" Robin asked his voice in, what appeared to be, shock.
"Um…no. Not really." Wally admitted.
What's the last thing you remember?" The boy asked him.
"Well….I…I remember- I had a couple dreams."
"What were they about?"
Wally took a small breath "The first one I was going on a run and going really fast. Really fast blurs of yellow and red. Am I on a running team? Okay moving on. The next one was about people d- getting hurt. There were people in white- surrounded by snow. One disappeared and people started screaming. That one was bad. Then I had another dream about…"
He had been cut off by a sob. It was the green skinned girl who pulled herself into the built boy (boy? Man?) 's arms and chest. He barely heard her say "The simulation again!"
The blonde haired boy came forward. "Wally. You passed out right as soon as we finished our "business" in Santa Prisca."
"Huh. Business, eh?" Wally cut in laughing sarcastically. "You-" he pointed to the man "are wearing a red morph suit. You all look like teenagers and half of you wear masks. What is this? Where am I?"
Just then, a man walked into the room. Tall, in a black outfit. A black think belt. A headdress covering his face with pointed ears. Tall, menacing. He radiated confidence and was very creepy. Wally stiffed.
"Kid Flash, how are you feeling?" The man asked in a very deep, professional voice, but had a hint of sympathy.
Wally was starting to feel frustrated. All these people. Too many people in this small room. His head was hurting and his mind was spinning and everything was pounding in his head. Kid Flash. The memories started hitting like a wave.
Flash.
Pain.
Flash.
Red?
Flash.
Black.
Flash.
Lightning.
Flash.
Flash.
Flash.
Flash.
Wally ignored the barrage of stimulus in his head. Lightning bolts and colours and anonymous screams. "Kid Flash? I don't know how Kid Flash is feeling. My-name-is-Wally-and-honestly-I'm-really-confused. Where-am-I? Who-"
"Kid. You-need-to-slow-down. Calm-down."
"I'm confused. I don't remember anything. I want to go…"
"Wally!" The tan skinned teen loudly projected, at the two fast talkers, effectively silencing the room. "Please. Continue slower, Wally, Flash."
"I don't know anything. I just want to go home!" Wally shouted still very fast for a human but not too fast for his team. His voice cracked, his arms and chest starting to vibrate from stress, tears leaking from his eyes. Barry started accelerating his molecules to match his scared nephew's so he could hug him without scaring him or getting burned and Wally didn't have the energy to push him away. The girl skinned girl sobbed into her boyfriends' shirt.
"Everyone out." The black suited man said authoritively, turning his glare to the three teenagers against the wall. The teenage boys and the red haired girl headed towards the exit, a gray metal door. The other four, though, didn't move a muscle.
The red haired guy had his chest puffed out and standing, like he was ready to guard or attack. Artemis had closed the two step gap from the machine to stand beside him, but still leaving room for the black haired boy and the red haired man, who both hadn't moved either.
The little speedster shook in his uncle's embrace and then stopped. His uncle laid him back down on the bed again. Wally blinked away his tears and took a few calming breaths.
"Roy, Artemis, Robin. Get out."
"Batman." The younger boy protested (Wally guessed he was Robin), looking desperate. "Wally is my brother. Roy's too, even though he hasn't been here much recently. Please, let us stay." He looked up at the man, his father maybe?
Wally felt as if the boy's words had put a blanket on him and he rested his head on his pillow. 'Roy' made a smile, sad smile at him when their eyes met. The young boy's words had affected them both. The three must be close. Really close.
The man took one look at the younger boy. Then he replied "Fine. But quiet."
"I get to stay with my nephew, Bats. You won't make me leave." Uncle Barry said firmly.
"Nephew?" Wally asked. "Um…you're my uncle?"
"Oh, sorry kid! I thought-um…well…my name is Barry Allen. I married your Aunt Iris when you were about…six. I'm also the Flash. You're my sidekick-well were my sidekick until you made your own team, hence Robin, Kaldur, Artemis, Conner-"
'Bats' didn't even blink and nodded at this, but gave his 'uncle' a look. A look clearly saying CALM DOWN. Barry obliged the Dark Knight and shut his mouth. Then the two adults turned to unmistakably look at Artemis.
"She stays too." 'Roy', 'Bats' and Uncle Barry looked at 'Robin'. "As long as Wally wants."
Wally looked at the girl, raising an eyebrow. Then he grinned cockily. "Can't see why not."
Artemis closed her eyes. "Thanks" she muttered silently.
"No problem, Arty." His smile looked old. Why was Artemis "Arty" staying too? Who were those other three kids who just left? Why didn't they fight for position to stay? Was Artemis family too, maybe Uncle Barry's daughter? No, it was something else…damn, why couldn't he remember?
The room was quiet. The black costumed leader stepped up to Wally's bed. "Wally, you probably don't remember much. According to the report, Psymon hit you very hard with a psychic blast like he did in Bialya months and months ago. Being a meta-human, you probably took this a lot better than an average person. It appears that a state of amnesia is a side effect as well as the pain you endured on the way here. We gave you a sedative to calm you down while you slept. Your name is Wallace Rudolf West, or Wally West. You are here because you are a hero."
Wally blinked and let the information sink in.
A hero?