Energy. Boundless and uncontrollable power. That was all he felt. All he remembered. What was color? What was emotion? What was life? All things forgotten for need of energy that lay before him. He ran closer drawing himself into the power. He expected a warm eruption of power. But instead a sharp stinging of something cold smacked his face. Pain shoots throughout his body as he comes crashing down onto the cold hard ground below him. He shivers involuntarily. Indescribable pain dances throughout his body with it being worst in his legs, head and stomach. From what he can tell, he's hungry and he has no energy. He can't even see where he is.
He also couldn't register being lifted in a pair of strong arms. He didn't notice that he was brought inside a house and placed on something soft. Well, like a lumpy sofa. But he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
"Len? Who is that?" asked a woman looking down at the teen on their couch. The man in the room looked over at the woman now in the room.
"Runaway I guessing," he said moving some of the teens hair out of his eyes, "I'll take him to the orphanage later. Or the police. I don't want to be arrested for kidnapping."
The teen turned in his sleep slightly. He mumbled something the two people couldn't make out. Len sighed.
"Come on dear, let's go to bed," he said walking his wife out of the room while turning the light off. He wasn't worried if this kid was on the extreme off chance was a criminal, he had his ice gun from his days as Captain Cold to keep him and his wife safe anyway.
Morning.
Weary and sore the teen sat up from the couch he was sleeping on. His stomach roaring woke him up.
"Alright," he groaned, "I'll feed you."
He slipped his feet onto the wood floor and looked around the room he was in. He didn't recognize it. It wasn't his house. It was smaller than his house. It wasn't Barry's either. He knew that house as well as his own. It wasn't the mountain, because of the windows. And it was way too casual and small to be Dick's place. He blinked a few times before rubbing his eyes. His head and legs were throbbing.
"Ugh," he moaned getting to his feet. He walked into the room he believed to be the kitchen to see two people standing there. And one looked vaguely familiar. But not really place able.
"Oh you're up," said the man. He stared at him for a minute.
"Um… where am I?" he asked. He was never one to dance around questions. He was fairly blunt.
"Our house. Northern Central kid," he said. The teen oddly winced at that fact. But then a smile came to his face.
"Thanks. Thanks for having me but I should really be heading to my Uncle's house. It's not far from here," he said quickly. Green orbs stared at the man in the kitchen. Confident eyes stared at him waiting for an answer.
"You live around here?" the woman asked.
"My uncle does. Barry Allen. He works in the police station…," he began rambling off.
"The police station?" the man asked curiously.
"Yeah. He works as a forensic scientist down at the station," he said calmly.
"Forensics?"
"Yeah," he said. His stomach roared grabbing his attention. A slight flush came to his face. He clenched his stomach in pain. A slight expression of pain appeared on his face.
"Want to eat something first?" the woman asked. The teen nodded as fast as he could. He had a lazy sense of eagerness. Fast, but somehow it seemed like he could go faster. The man walked him over to the table as his wife placed food in front of the teen.
"Haven't seen a red-head around in a while," commented the man. A blush came to the kid's face.
"Really? Kid Flash has red hair," he stated. The man gave him a look.
"Who?" he asked. The teen shot his green eyes back at him.
"Kid Flash," he said simply. The man rubbed the back of his neck. Flash was an awkward conversation starter. Kid Flash though was unheard of.
"I haven't heard that in a while," he muttered to himself with his mind deep in thought. He did not watch as the teen ate the hearty meal in a matter of seconds. It was only when he saw the empty plate that he was speechless. The kid had a small smile.
"Uh… I've been a big eater since I was ten," he said shyly. He didn't know where the teen put it. He was well fit. Looked like a runner. Not very tall but no one would call him short. He was a lean teen in contrast to many obese people running around now a days.
"What's your name kid?' he asked. The kid had a slightly shocked look in his eyes. But then a large smile came to his face. One that had an uncanny resemblance to Flash.
"Wally. Wally West."
Crossover. So um yeah. No spoilers. You'll see what's going on… later. If you like what you see please review. Or flame. I could always use more fire for marshmallows (yum!)