I was told it wasn't real. Magic. That everything had a reason. One that could be explained. That was called science. It was something that confused me. I was young. I was chaotic. I was fully myself. Now I relish in science trying to forget. To postpone the inevitable. He's still out there. Unaware. Blissfully ignorant. Yet, he's happy too. Even more so, cause he doesn't know. He's not whole and neither am I. When will we be?

Wally paced the corridor for what seemed like hours. He should tell them. But he couldn't. It would be difficult. He wanted this to be easy. Easy. Impossible. Not with what he did. It was something that no one should do. One, it left a hollow feeling. Two, it wasn't permanent, and three, if one died the other was…history.

He sighed. He thought he would be dead from work before it came to an end. But, no such luck. He didn't want to die. Oh no. He wanted to live long enough to be married and have a kid. But to think it only lasted a few years, he was disappointed.

He thought over his options. First one was come clean. Like that was going to happen. Second was let it happen naturally, which would have to involve the first one because of the numbing process. Third was… a forcing, probably involve kidnapping. All three seemed like a bad idea. Coming clean would be difficult and unbelievable. Second would get him to a hospital. And the third would tear apart a family. One he worked so hard to watch over. One that he pieced together.

But the third was the clear winner. Still keep his secret. Hopefully. He prayed he could do this, without anyone knowing.

Running around chasing someone isn't fun. First, you have to find them. Second, you corner them. Third, you pounce. He had already cornered the kid. Black hair in the back matching a shadow, but his messy white star gave him away. He tackled him to the ground.

"You know, sneaking out of the house can get you in a lot of trouble Zak," said the boy on top smirking. He was about two years older than him. Had bright green eyes and fiery red hair that looked as though it was smacked by the wind. A small spray of freckles were across his nose. A black turtle neck fit snug on his body.

"Get off Allway," he groaned. Zak could feel a smirk emanate from the older boy.

"Come on Zak, cry uncle for your cousin," he mocked.

"Doyle," he said in the same mocking tone. A laugh came from Allway as he lifted Zak to his feet.

"You know, you should be happy that I am your sitter and not that alien obsessed man. How many hours of 'aliens' did you have to watch with that man?"

"Three. Nothing but pure boredom. Until we were able to get him to leave," he said suggestively.

"I'm not leaving. But I am not above pranking Beeman with a 'sighting' Zak," he responded.

"I'll go get the Christmas lights," laughed Zak. Allway stared at his younger cousin as he ran inside. He loved his cousin. He loved all his cousins. He loved his Aunt and Uncle. And he loved his dad. But, he couldn't help but wonder where he was from. All he remembered was a guy his age, dressed in bright yellow and red, introduce him to his dad.

He was sure he knew. But, he knew it didn't matter. He wouldn't trade anything, anything for the life he had right now. He ran up to Zak and put an arm over his shoulder.

"Dude! Don't do that!" yelled Zak. Allway didn't know if he was referring to the arm he put over Zak's shoulder (another thing he wondered was if he was always so touchy-feely) or his little speed thing. He didn't know how, but he could move faster than a normal person. Always enough for him to dodge a bullet, avoid getting killed, and protect his family.

Wally watched them enviously. He wanted a little brother. The closest he had was Robin. But this guy was fully engrossed into the family. He knew everything. While Wally didn't even know Robin's name. He almost felt bad as he pulled out a concussion grenade he snagged from Robin from his pocket and tossed it.

"What the…? Zak! Get down!"

Wally went down to collect the kid.

So it took a turn for the worst when he realized he had two with him. The red had grabbed the one with the white star. This was only going to make it harder.

"KF? You in here?" called a familiar voice.

"Oh no."

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