*So before starting the story a few things to keep in mind: the way I worked out Wally's family is that Rudolph West is actually Rudolph Allen in the story and he is the brother to Barry Allen still making him Wally's uncle.

With that cleared up enjoy.

Chapter 1: Deported

"Ready to deport soldier B03," was all that could be heard through the small enclosed area as the redheaded passenger could feel the fighter jet still soaring through the air minutes away from his destination. But at that particular moment he couldn't care less about how close he was to the hell hold called home that he was lucky to have been away from for eighteen years, he was too caught up in his thoughts. Thoughts of his time in service, a time where he had been forced into the Royal Bialyan Army because his mother had been killed by the wretched Queen herself. Along with the other metas he learned quickly to control and use his powers effectively under his Uncle Barry Allen who had trained him, and been his mentor because he had the same powers as he did, he could run, he could run really fast. He remembered all the training, the hurt, and pain he had to undergo to rise through the ranks of the army or otherwise known as the Hive. He had, to his annoyance, made his father rich and made his mentor proud, well proud until recently anyway. He could remember it like it happened yesterday instead of a month ago.

Smoke and chaos were everywhere as bombs fell and guns were fired. All he could smell at the time was gun powder, the harsh smell of fire burning, and dead corpses as he ran through the chaos with expert precision. He could dodge each bullet and every bomb fired perfectly while taking down anyone that dared to resist his Queen's rule. It wasn't like he hated the Resistance, actually in many ways he held some of the same views; he hated Queen Bee and believed that America really should go back to the way it was before World War III.

This mission on that day was particularly important they were going to bring down one of the resistance that posed the biggest threats. They resided in the darkest state in America, Gotham City, under the name of the Dark Knights who had some of the most brilliant minds and fighters the Hive had ever seen. With that said there mission was a deadly one, but the knights of the Hive were also very dangerous and seemed to be gaining the upper hand when he and his partner Artemis, a female archer that managed to scale the ranks of the army with him without possessing any super human powers, managed to corner the person that was leading the band of resistance to defend against the army's attack.

His name was Nightwing otherwise known as Dick Grayson, and at that moment he could think of all his weakens and fighting methods his commander had made him learn by heart. But at that moment he learned that studying a masked person over and over was nothing compared to actually fighting them in really life. In reality he was simply amazing the way he moved elegantly and with tremendous agility as he fought him and dodged his partner's arrows at the same time.

"Hmmm…you're looking a little distraught, what's the matter finally met someone who won't quiver in fear of you?" the black haired teen taunted with a cackle that made chills run up his opponents spine for the older teen had never experienced an aura so full of hate and the disgust than the one he had witnessed before him.

Panting with a heaving chest, the speedster gritted his teeth as his vision was slightly blurred. He was running on empty. He must have taken down around sixty of Nightwing's men but none possessed such a challenge than him, and since it had taken the speedster a good portion of time to take down Nightwing's underlings that was definitely saying something. "There's no reason in fighting the Queen sooner or later your little club will be crushed. So why don't you just surrender?"

"Why, so I can become the Bee's slave again? Or worse yet so she could kill me as well don't make me laugh," the boy spat back with venom as he delivered a deadly blow to his enemy's leg causing the red-head to stagger slightly. It was a stupid shot he had been distract as he wondered what the boy meant by being the queen's slave again. Most people in resistance had never bowed down and accepted Queen Bee's control, but he couldn't ponder the matter for long because what came next further grabbed his attention to the point that his mind went blank and for the first time in his life he had no desire to move despite his ability and the fact that he was on a battle field.

One of Artemis' arrows finally was able to hit their intended target. The arrow ripped across the boy's face, slashing his domino mask right off his face. What the older boy saw next made his breath hitch as he gazed into two prefect pools of blue orbs that where even more noticeable than the blood trickling down his face from the cut that came from his right eyelid all the way to the end of his left eyelid. Although those prefect deep blue eyes were glaring at him he still felt himself get lost in their depth to the point it took another arrow that almost grazed the redhead's right cheek to snap him out of his weird daze.

"It doesn't have to end this way, the queen could use your talents so she would keep you alive."

"As long as I'm useful," the boy snared back as he quickly smashed a bat-a-rang across the speedster's head, which cut through the yellow fabric of his uniform to even the playing field. The older boy grimaced at his opponent as he raised a finger to wipe the blood from the gash he received from his cowl being ripped through. Nightwing had left a slanted cut that started from his right eyebrow all the way to his left cheek.

"What are you doing Kid Flash! Kill him, kill him now!" he could hear his partner yell furiously from where she was stationed on a few rocks that gave her a snipping advantage so she could help bring down what America now knew as the scum of their content. He did what he was told but due to his dwindling energy, his injury to the leg and face made it hard to focus or clearly think through his pain and fatigue. Before he knew it he found himself on the ground spitting up blood as he fell on the hard rocky ground.

"You're a pathetic little drone, and like the drones in a natural hive you're not safe either. The sooner you come to terms with that the sooner you'll pick the right side," the boy taunted with a smirk as he caught an arrow that he dodged, but before he could do anything a piercing sound flew through the air, which caused the boy's smirk to turn into a devious grin. "Well, I guess it's time to say goodbye," the boy announced cheerful before he slammed the arrow into the speedsters leg causing said boy to yell in excoriating pain. Before the fastest boy on Earth could come up with some insulting comment smoke surrounded him and when it cleared the boy had banished much like all the other members of the resistance that were still breathing.

"Really Baywatch, you're a disgrace to the army," he heard his partner insult him, but he brushed it off as he turned to her with a pained cheek grin knowing that she wasn't going to like dragging him off the field. Artemis had been his first love even through for the last several years since they met each other all they did was argue and compete against one another. But over the years they grew closure and closure together to the point that he was willing to protect her with his life and he was pretty sure the feeling was neutral, at least until that day.

He had expected her to help him out all the while complaining about how he was such an idiot or teasing him about how the general of their division was going to have his head for letting Nightwing get away, but he was faced with neither reactions but her back walking away from him. "Where are you going can't you see I can't exactly follow?" He called out as he held out his hands towards his legs to emphasize his point.

"Why should I, you deserve to die out here. After years of plotting we were finally going to crush the Dark Knights leader and you simply blew it. So I'm just doing the queen a favor in disposing of you myself." Her words kept on echoing through his head as she walked further and further away. Each time he heard those words it added to the pain and anger radiating throughout him. She was supposed to be his first and his last love. Out of everything he went through and endured he had always thought it was worth it because he had her on his side, but now that she had destroyed all the work they had put into their relationship to make it work around the strict rules of professionalism between partners, after she had ripped out his heart, all he was left with was nothing. No desire to carry on in the army or really go on living.

That was why he was being deported because with his fast healing he was able to get back to the new capital of America, Central City, but he had pretended that his legs had been permanently damaged with the hope that Queen Bee would at least give him a swift death sentence. To his surprise when he came before her she had took mercy on him, even if it was just a little. He was sentenced to a fate that may be considered worse than death to many for he was no longer apart of the army. He now had to face the same torture that more than half the populace of men had to go through; he was sentenced to work in the labor camps. To him the queen's judgment maybe a way he could use to distract himself from his aching heart while he still found himself breathing on this Earth, well that is if he could survive telling his father the news that he more or less got fired from the job that made his family rich. Ever since World War III, when the four super villains of the world; Queen Bee, Lex Luthor, Vandal Savage, and Black Manta, won the war they divided the world into four, and guess who got North America and South America, Queen Bee. The way things now worked in America was that women were the most paid and eligible for work partly because Queen Bee's powers didn't exactly work to well on them. Those that worked in the army were the second most paid people, which consisted of mostly metas and highly trained women. And lastly all men were required to labor to death with little or no pay.

As the boy felt the plane land on the ground he had to squint a little due to the light that flooded into his view as the plane opened up to let him out. It had seemed like years since he last gazed upon the mansion his father had bought after his first promotion in the army, it was the first time his father had ever smiled at him, the first time he had ever felt useful to his father other than being a punch bag his father could let out all his frustration on. He slowly got out of the plane, which was abnormal for someone who could break the sound barrier in his sleep, but he wasn't in a rush to face his father not when he bared the job of telling him the news that would cause his money and house to be taken away and not to mention throw his usual drunk ass back in the labor camp. Yep today was going suck and big time, the speedster thought as he rang the doorbell only to be greeted by a surprised father that had a random girl that he had never seen before draping herself on the man before him.

"Wally you're back!" his father cheered clearly drunk, but then again his father was constantly drunk off his high horses to the point that there was no difference between him now and him before he started to heavily drink after his mother died. Like all extreme alcoholics he needed alcohol to keep him sane and alive.

Wally forced a happy smile as he waved slight at his father before the man with brown hair and brown eyes stepped out of his way to allow him to enter the house. Judging by the warm welcome he was guessing the Hive hadn't informed him that his son was dismissed from the army, which at that point in time the teenager couldn't decide that was a good thing or a bad thing. His father simply thought he was back on some kind of vacation as he happily introduced Wally to his new girlfriend, named Crystal. It rubbed him the wrong way to find out that his father was trying to replace a woman who looked at least two decades younger than his old man, wearing a crop top and short-shorts, with his mother, Mary West.

"So this is the brave strong boy, who managed to get into Elite Guard you've told me so much about…he looks cute in his uniform," the blond girl said once his father had introduced Wally to the woman he swore she could've been a super-model if the occupation still existed. But something in her eyes and the wink she had secretly sent him when she commented on his uniform made him shiver slightly in disgust. Normally that would be every teenage boy's dream, but to him it was wrong on so many levels. This was the woman that could've been his mother if he had kept his job a little longer; yeah that was the last straw. He was prepared to deal with his father's very prickly personality, but it hadn't been more than five minutes since he entered the house and already he wanted out. He wanted freedom to move his legs away from here, away from the man that was trying to replace his beloved mother.

"Father, there something I need to say, something important-" the red headed teen begun before he could finish he was interrupted by a flash of color and wind that stopped right in front of him. It didn't take more than half a nanosecond to realize that there were hands around him as his little brother tried to squeeze the life out of him while nuzzling his nose deep in his broad muscular chest with a warm cheeky smile.

"Ican'tbelieveyourbackit'sbeenwhat?Nineyearssinceyo uwerelasthere.I'vemissedyou-"

"That is enough, Bart! You interrupted your brother's important announcement!" Rudolph Allen yelled causing his youngest son to jump away from his brother in fear as he gingerly took a seat next to Wally with a nervous and apologetic smile across his face. The very sight had filled Wally with rage. All this time away he had missed his younger brother grow up to the extent that he was still surprised he had inherited the family super-powers that seemed to skip his father, but never did he imagine that Bart may have suffered the same treatment that he had went through before his father forced him into the army. He had only joined because he thought he was giving his little brother a better life by doing so.

"Sorry father," Bart whispered, before glancing up surprised at his older brother as he watched him vibrating with rage. The very sight left the small family gaping in confusion at the redhead boy who had his green eyes narrowed in a livid glare at his father.

"What's wrong Wally?"

"I got deported from the agency," he blurted out through gritted teeth as his father's face turned from a confused gaze to a hardened one as the news sunk in; it stunned both his brother and his father's potential trophy wife.

"So this isn't some holiday?" his father asked in a mix of shocked and anger that caused the oldest teen to flinch as he suddenly regretted not easing the news out like he had planned to, but he had just been so angry. He was still angry but he could feel fear bubbling through him as his father got up suddenly and lunged at him. Before he knew it choking sounds filled the air as Wally's father gripped his son's neck tightly.

"Dad let him go!" Bart yelled in terror as he tried with all his might to pull his father off his brother. As he struggled with both of his hands around his father's waist he wondered why his brother was making no effort to stop their father from choking the life out of him. Despite their father being completely normal in his drunken state there was always one aspect of his personality that was intensified and that was his hot temper. The boy pulled for dear life as he used his speed to increase his strengthen and for a little bit it worked as he was able to budge his father until Rudolph Allen slammed his elbow into his younger son's face; successfully breaking the boy's nose judging by the loud crack that entered the air.

Seeing this caused something to snap in Wally as he watched his little brother fall back down into the coffee table in front of him cupping his bleeding nose with his hands. He refused to witness his brother in anymore pain especially anymore that was caused by his father. His body begun to vibrate the fastest he had ever felt his body move while keeping in one place. The friction of his moment caused his father to curse loudly as he let go of his son's neck allowing for Wally to use his legs to kick his father way from him. Before his father could recover Wally had picked up his precious little brother, bridal style, and was out of the house before either of the adults could blink.

"Does this mean you're no longer rich?" Crystal asked with a raised eyebrow as she looked at the old man that she had been dating for a little over a few months with disdain at the mere fact that she was in the presence of man who was no longer going to be rich.

"Don't worry honey they'll be back, they always come back," Rudolph pleaded desperately as he watched his perfectly shaped girlfriend head for the door while telling him to call her when his money bags decided to come home. They would be back soon enough and when they did he was so going to kill his older child and Bart was going to be shipped off to the military, so he could maintain his life in luxury.

"Brother where are we going?" Bart asked in a nasally voice as he held his broken nose so that it would heal more or less straight. The feeling of wind rushing through his hair was kind of foreign to him because he wasn't use to being the one that was carried bridal style ever since he had figured out how to use his powers.

"Somewhere, where no one can ever hurt us again," Wally replied in a serious voice. It was very evident to Bart that his brother was still fuming but he couldn't help but feel his lips tug up into a smile. Did this mean he was free? Free to be himself the talkative and impulsive Bart Allen? If it did the young speedster couldn't care where they were headed, but that didn't stop him from asking.

"We're headed to Gotham."

"Gotham?! You mean Gotham City the dirtiest and crime infested area in the whole of New Bialya!" Bart exclaimed as he wondered if the lack of air that came with their father strangling Wallly to death may have killed a lot of much needed brain cells. No one went to Gotham City unless if you were a runaway, a military spy, or wanted to join a resistance, which all would cause you trouble once you got to the most dangerous place on Earth.

Seeing his brother's distress Wally took a deep breath before dark green eyes met the pale green eyes of his brother. He understood his brother's concern, for deciding one's destination was Gotham was pretty much the equivalence of signing your own death warrant. But, he explained how it was the only place where they could be free to some degree, after all, it was the only place in the queen's empire that she didn't have control over.

"But even though the queen has no power there I'm still-"

"Scared? Yeah I am too brother, but I'll protect you with my life," Wally vowed with a warm smile at the younger boy that made Bart feel for the first time in his life that he could trust someone, and that no matter what he would be safe. As they drew nearer to the airport Wally could only pray that he would able to keep this promise.

*I don't know where this is going, so review and tell me what you think and potential matches between characters you want to see.