A/N: I know, I know, I should be working on Sisters of Magic, buuuuuuuuuut, this would not leave me alone! So, I'm gonna borrow a little catchphrase I found somewhere on the internet;
PROCRASTINATION AWAY! *swoosh swoosh*
Any way, first Wally abuse fic! Contains Rob/Wally bromance, and LOTS AND LOTS of Spitfire. Chalant and Supermartian are also included, but they're kind of brushed off to the side. After all, it is a Wally fic!
Chapter 1
The; I-Feel-Evil-Writing-This-But-I'm-Still-Going-To Chapter
The lock on the door clicked open. A large black silhouette was outlined in the doorframe as yellow light poured into a small, dark room. In the middle of the floor, a dark form lay huddled. The man in the doorway walked across the room, kicking the form on the ground as he walked. Hard.
"Git outta the way, boy." The man growled. Stepping over the whimpering kid, he walked over to the only two pieces of furniture in the room, a sturdy table and chair. Placing a half empty beer bottle on the table, he turned back to the boy, who was attempting in vain to crawl toward the open door. The man grinned.
"Now, now, sonny boy. You know you aint supposed ta do that!" he said. He grabbed the boy by the neck and threw him into the chair. He laughed maniacally, his grin only widening as he heard the boy cry out in pain. He stopped laughing and leaned down over the kid on the chair.
"Guess wha', boy? I have sum'in ta show ya! Err, more accurately, sum one ta—" The man broke off, starting to laugh again. The boy cringed away from his disgusting beer breath.
"Sum 'un ta introduces ya to!" the man finished. He stopped laughing. Suddenly his hand shot out and grabbed the boy by the chin, forcing his face upward.
"Look at people when der talkin' to ya, boy!" he growled, only causing the kid to shrink away more. With a snarl, the man dropped the boys face and stood up to his full height. Grabbing the beer bottle off of the table, he took a deep gulp. He then proceeded to belch in the boys face.
"As I were sayin, there's sum 'un who wants ta see ya! An ol' friend o' mine, maybe ya've met 'im! He's da one ya got ta thanks for reuniting ya with yer ol' man. An' he has a few things tha he wants ta thank you fer!" He took another swig from the bottle, finishing it off. He began to walk toward the door, but stopped, and turned back. There was an evil gleam in his eyes that caused the boy to start to shake as his father stalked back toward him.
"But, ya know, he aint due fer a couple o' hours. It'll be a perfect time fer some father-son bonding time." He said, breaking the bottle on the wall on 'bonding', and raising it above his head on 'time.'
"Won't…that… be… fun?"
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A freckled hand smacked the snooze button. With a groan, the boy in the bed rolled over to go back to sleep for a few more minutes.
"Wallace West! You better not be going back to sleep!" his mother's voice came from down stairs.
"Five more minutes, Mom!" he yelled back. With a yawn, he flipped onto his stomach, lying face down. "School doesn't start for another two months…" he mumbled into his pillow.
"You're supposed to meet for patrol with your Uncle Barry in fifteen minutes!" his step-dad, Mike*, called up. Wally's eyes shot open.
"Shoot!" he said, and was up and dressed in a flash! He raced down stairs. Grabbing a bowl, he filled it to the brim with milk and cereal. After about ten bowls of cereal, three apples, fifteen glasses of orange juice, a kiss on the cheek for his mom and a hasty "See ya later" to Mike, he was out the door and walking down the sidewalk. Arriving at a secluded place*, he hurriedly changed into the Kid Flash costume. He hid his civvies in under a dumpster.
Then he was off, racing down the streets to meet his uncle.
Suddenly he heard a scream.
"HELP!" It was coming from an alley up ahead to his right.
"Please, somebody, anybody, HELP!" There it was again. It sounded like a young boy.
Wally's hero instincts kicked in, and he veered off of his course towards the noise. Arriving near instantly at the alley, he peeked around the corner to get a look at the situation.
A young sandy haired boy was sitting on the ground, backed up against the wall. He had on dirty blue jeans, a brown belt, and a striped blue and white shirt. Surrounding him were three older teenaged guys, two of which had knives. The third, clearly the leader of the small gang, had a hand gun, which was currently pointed at the boy's chest.
"I'll ask you again, kid, give us your money!" the greasy haired gun wielder growled. He took a step closer to the boy, who cringed against the wall.
"I-I told you, I d-don't have any money!" The child stammered.
"Liar!" said one of the dark haired goons, and lunged at the boy. KF felt the fury that had been building in his chest since he arrived on the scene burst.
"Oh no, you don't!" Wally shouted, and quickly disarmed Goon 1.
Bam.
Night, night! He thought.
Turning, he kicked the gun out of leader-boy's hand and into his face.
Out like a light.
The last goon managed to get a swing in with the knife, but Wally was too fast. He dodged, and punched him in the jaw. The knife flew out of Goon 2's hand.
Sweet dreams, bastards. Hope you all enjoy your rewards for picking on an innocent kid. It's called jail time! Have fun!
He rubbed his fist, and turned back to the boy
"Hey, you okay, kid?" Wally asked, helping him up. The boy looked up from staring at the would-be muggers. He smiled brightly.
"Yeah, I'm great! Thanks! Hey, you're Kid Flash, aren't you? I think that what you and the Flash do is really cool!" he gushed. KF laughed.
"Nice to see that someone appreciates me! So, kid, tell me, what are you doing out so early? I thought that all of the kids slept till noon during the summer. I mean, I would too, but Flash depends on me to help manage the crime here in the city!" Wally gloated. The kid suddenly looked kinda sheepish.
"Well, I'm supposed to be going over to my friend's house, but on the way there I got a little hungry, so I took a little detour to stop at the Seven-Eleven, and then I had to cut through this alley, and then they popped up out of no where!" he said, gesturing at the knocked out teens.
"Where is your friend's house from here?" Wally asked.
"It's over that way." The boy said, pointing in the opposite direction from the way Wally was supposed to go to meet his uncle in… Oh boy, one minute! Wally sighed. He couldn't just leave this kid here alone! Especially not after he just got mugged! Sighing again, he turned to the boy.
"Well, I'm supposed to be meeting the Flash in a few seconds…" Wally started. The boy's face fell.
"But, still, what do you say to hitchin' a ride with me? I can have you to your friend's house fast, and the Flash will understand why I'm a few seconds late!"
"Really? That would be awesome! My friend has wanted to meet you!" the kid jumped up and down in excitement. Wally leaned down to let the boy clamber onto his back.
"I'm going to need you to give me directions. Now hold on tight!" With that, they were off.
"WAHOOOOO!" the sandy haired Boy laughed. "Okay, take a right here!"
Wally turned right.
"Now go left!"
Wally went left.
"Keep going this way for a little while."
Wally went straight. As he ran, he took a look around at the street he was running on. The Upper East Side. This was definitely not his favorite part of town. He couldn't count the number of drug rings and muggers he'd brought down in this place over the years. The kid called again from Wally's back.
"Okay, turn into this alley up here! That's where the door into my friend's apartment building is!" Wally obliged, skidding to a halt in front of a decrepit gray building. It was about five stories high, and the paint was peeling. A few of the windows on the top floor where smashed in. It was oddly familiar, and not in a good way.
Wally let the Kid down off of his back, ignoring the hostile looks he got from some of the people walking by. Looking back at the Kid, he caught sight of a strange mischievous smile on his passenger's face. Then it was gone, replaced by the look of joy that it had worn since Wally had beat up the bad-guys. Wally brushed the strange smile out of his mind.
"Are ya sure this is your friends house, kid? It looks kinda… abandoned." He asked. The Boy nodded furiously.
"Mmm-Hmm. This is it! Come on!" He bounded away into the alley to the right of the building before Wally could reply.
"Hey kid! Wait up! Your gonna get mugged again!" Wally shouted at the retreating Child's back.
"No I won't!" the reply floated back. With a slight smile at the child's antics, a glance at his watch, a groan, and a face palm, Wally followed the child into the alley.
"Kid?" He asked into the darkness. There was no answer.
"You better not be playing games with me! I told you, I'm on a deadline!" He said, warily stepping farther into the alley.
"Wow. That was a really poor choice of words." a voice said behind him. Whipping around, Wally came face to face with the Boy.
"Oh. It's just you. Well, if this is your friend's place I guess I'll just be goi- wait, why is it a poor choice of words?" Ignoring KF's last question, the Boy took a few steps forward, forcing Wally back farther into the alley.
"You know, my friend wants to meet you really badly." Another few steps forward.
"Uhhh, Kid? You're startin' to freak me out a little bit here." The boy kept ignoring him, taking a few more steps forward. Wally backed up even more. Suddenly, he ran into something hard. He whipped around once again. Standing there was a big, hulking mountain of a beast-like man. Wally back-pedaled again, this time in the direction of the kid, who simply continued speaking.
"He wants to meet you so badly that he hired me and my pets here," another man-beast stepped out behind the child, blocking the escape route "and my other pets back in that other alley, to… invite you over to his house for a… extended stay. Doesn't that sound fun?" He concluded with cheer.
"Uh, no, it doesn't. I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline his invitation. I was always taught to not go into stranger's houses!" With that, Wally punched the man-beast in front of him.
"ACK!" He clutched his throbbing hand. "Dude, I think you just broke my fingers!" he said. The man-beast did not respond, and instead lashed out quicker than should be possible for his size, catapulting Wally into the other man-beast. Well, more specifically, Wally catapulted right into his fist. The Child simply stepped out of the way of the flying hero with a slight frown and a furrowed brow.
"Oh, I had so hoped that you would come peacefully." The Kid said with a sigh. "My friend paid us good money in advance for you to be unharmed." Walking over to the hero on the ground, he pulled out a small syringe that had been cleverly concealed in his belt. Leaning down, he stabbed Wally in the arm, injecting him with whatever fluid the syringe had contained. Wally gave a small gasp.
"What was that?"
"Don't worry; it's just my special brand of incapacitating agent. I like to call it I.A.3.2. It instantly paralyzes the victim from the neck down, and then takes a few minutes to actually render them unconscious. I'm planning to market it to those villains who like to gloat as they take down their adversaries."
"Like your doing now?" Wally asked through gritted teeth. The Kid looked down, almost as if surprised to see that he was there. He blinked, and then smiled.
"No, I wouldn't gloat. Not over you, at least. Ya see, I wasn't lying when I said that I admired you. You have such… power. Just like all of my pets! That's one of the reasons I adopted these poor babies," he said, gesturing to the man-beasts, "who had no one to turn to after their old leader tragically vanished. I adopted all of my pets." The Kid was still leaning over Wally. To the young hero, the words being spoken started to sound a little muffled. Wally's vision started to tunnel.
Rubbing his chin with a small hand, The Kid continues. "Maybe I can still adopt you…"
"Uhhhh, Boss?" Someone said. It was the greasy haired gun-wielder, who was standing in the entrance to the alley. The Kid stood up straight. With a sigh, and a glance at the fading hero on the ground, he began to give directions.
"Alright, two will accompany me to deliver him to our friend." He said to the man-beasts. He turned to the teen.
Wally's vision was almost gone. The Kid sounded like he was speaking from far away.
"You will take the others and sweep away any trace of our being here or in the other al…"
Then everything went black.
A/N: Darn, I feel evil…
OH WELL. I'll get over it! *Mischievous grin* I considered ending on "Wally followed the child into the alley." But I want to get to the other stuff fast. Plus, now this chappie is longer!
Also, I'll probably be skipping around A LOT. Please, just review and tell me if anything gets confusing. Actually, review any way. I think we all know how ANNOYING it is when a story has a hundred views and favorites, but only two reviews.
I could NOT think of a real name for the blond Bait-Kid. But I like this character (and all of his pet man-beasts and teens), so… any ideas for a name? Best one gets a mention next chapter plus extra virtual Thin-Mints!
Disclaimer: As soon as I own YJ, I'll let you know. But I don't own YJ. I just own this particular story. And the man-beasts. And Bait-Kid. Hmmmm, I'm starting to warm up to that name…