Green eyes haunted him. They haunted him when he slept and even when we was awake. There were times when he could even see Teekl's eyes glowing at him- bright green in the darkness. They were all he remembered from this Kid Flash, this Wally boy, that had put on the mask even though he demanded he not. He was a brave one, Klarion gave him that.

Brave.

And stupid.

And eccentric.

And loud.

All behind those infuriating green eyes that dulled at the though of magic but shone every time he spoke of all things scientific.

'You're obsessed.' Teekl had pointed out when they showed up in the tree outside of his class and watched as he breezed through the homework that was given just seconds before. Klarion had refused to respond to Teekl because he knew what ever he was going to say wouldn't sound as honest as he would like it to be.

So he stayed quiet.

And he watched.

And he learned.

The speedsters routine was the same almost every day. He would go to school and instead of zipping through it, like almost everything else, he sat and listened while taking notes. His grades were good and he had friends. Many, many friends. As soon as the bell would ring he would zip over the large span of land so he could arrive at Mt. Justice and hang out with his friends there. He would eat while playing video games. He would flirt with the green girl (Green! Could you believe it? She was like him in the way of differently colored skin.) who would flirt with the large brute.

During missions he would follow the leader and crack jokes to make everyone, if not himself, feel more confident and at ease. His job was moral booster whether the others knew it or not. The jokes and smiles would come even if he was tired and weary and slumped against a wall as if there was a large weight on his shoulders.

After missions he would linger behind and offer to do reports and if they allowed him to he would take his time and write out every word with much thought and consideration. It was almost as if he were stalling for time though Klarion never figured out why. He would always leave because he was hungry, or because Teekl would whine at him until they found new toys to play with and keep them entertained for the night.

Though tonight Klarion planned. He packed some food so they could go on a picnic in the park like he had seen a several people do a few days before. Wally was to go with him and he wasn't about to take no for an answer. No was never an answer and he always got what he wanted.

Except for the helmet.

Wally was hard to follow but not too hard to find. All he had to do was have Teekl sniff out his scent and off they went, Klarion skipping along the roads singing his own theme song while Teekl stayed in his arms leading the way. The closer they got the happier he grew.

His Draaga on the other hand grew wild and hissed like mad when they were in sight of the house. 'Let's go away, Klarion. Let's go away from this mad house.' The cat spoke into his head and Klarion just tuned him out.

They weren't asleep, he could tell by the lights that were on and the silhouettes that danced around like black demons against the sunny sky.

Then there was a scream from a woman.

And sobs from a male.

And the sound of flesh hitting against flesh.

And an angry yell of an elder male.

Fear filled up Klarion and he stood frozen in his spot on the sidewalk in front of the house. Teekl was the one to make the first move. He jumped out of his arms to continue leading the way to Wally and the tug on their mental link was calling him to take a few more steps forward.

His fear quickly turned into anger and he ran towards the door and ran through the wooden entrance. The three in the house were too busy to notice him and with every movement they made he grew more in rage.

Wally was down on the floor mumbling some kind of apologies and the man loomed over him with an angry fist. When Wally flinched the man yelled in a rage of his own and he hit the boy across the face.

He hit him.

And those beautiful green eyes were filled with tears.

And bruising shut.

And he did nothing.

Nothing.

Wally was just there on the floor taking what ever the man was giving him as if he deserved it. No one deserved to be in a one way fight. Not when the person on the receiving end was constantly saving people in need. Saving his friends and strangers alike. He was brave like that.

He was brave.

And stupid.

And quiet.

And sitting there getting hurt.

And Klarion screamed in rage.

The lights in the house flickered three times in a span of two seconds before shutting off for good, light bulbs exploding from both too much electricity running through the wires and the pressure of physical rage that pulsed from the witch boy.

The three family members were confused and the man grew angry, demanding that Wally tell him which one of his freak friends was doing it. Wally didn't answer. He didn't have time to answer because Klarion rushed through the darkness and pushed the man up against the wall and bright orbs of light lit the room.

And Klarion was punching him.

And kicking him.

And clawing at him.

And screaming.

And crying.

His tears flowed from his black eyes because he didn't know how else to show how angry he was. Hundreds of spells at his disposal and none of them would cause enough damage to the man to make him feel everything that Wally had just felt.

It took just a minute, just one minute, for Wally to regain his senses and pull Klarion off the man that he realized was given the title father.

The man was bloody.

And broken.

And slumped against the wall at odd angles.

And trembling.

And the man was terrified.

But it wasn't enough. He would have continued if it weren't for Wally mentioning something about not killing him and the woman screamed and tried to hide from him when he looked towards her.

"Don't touch him. Don't touch him! Never touch him." He was panting and he could feel Wally's chest, his living warmth, against his back. "I'll kill you both." He kicked and screamed and tried to reach out so he could once again hit the man to prove that he wasn't lying.

"You shouldn't be here." That voice whispered to him so broken and just plain wrong. "Leave, Klarion."

"No." He whispered and shifted so that he was looking into those swelling green eyes and he decided that he never wanted to see the pain that was currently in them ever again. "No. No! NO!" He pulled away and grabbed his hand so that he could pull him away and out of the house.

He would spirit him away.

Wally would be safe.

Wally would be happy.

They would be together.

He would keep him safe.