I have decided to restart this fanfic. Please review on how you think I can improve, what you think of style and things that you might like to see.
This is a story about the lives of the team following the end of Season 2, that revolves primarily around Wally West and Artemis Crock, though it will defiantly have circulation around other members as well.
This fanfic is more or less a RESTART of my former fanfic under the similar name: 'A New Era Of Justice'.
UPDATES will also be quite frequent so please do look out for those coming soon! I have so many ideas for this storyline and many intricate plots to portray.
Broken cycles of lighting spontaneously erupted and crackled away as fast as they had come around the broken torso. The torn insignia of the once hero stained crimson with blood- merely a fragment of the emblem it had once been. The mantle of a Flash's thunderbolt denoted power and strength, though, these were traits currently not assigned to the fallen hero.
The storm sang a symphony of thunder, a speedster's song- you wouldn't understand. To understand one would have to have been a speedster in the first place. The scarlet trail, the blistering wind and the harmony of lighting- yes that was it. The storm, it resounded a music to his ears. Calling to him, begging him to stay. Clasping at his every being and yearning for his presence.
Wally knew he could not stay. His residency in this… dimension. This pocket universe, a causality of the Speedforce.
Speedforce.
Was that it? Had he fallen into the realm of timelessness and eternity? Wally had never questioned his exile, assuming only that it was beyond a reasonable explanation.
The storm flashed, emitting a rainbow of colours across the spectrum. It seemed that his line of questioning had provoked some sort of response.
The song of the Speedforce had changed, calling him. Wally reached out anxiously, inching his hand into the wild electric tornado that surrounded him. Leaving his residency at its epicenter, a haven from its turmoil, fuelled only by the resounding inclination of want.
Wally west wanted out. But not just out, he wanted more. He wanted to return to his friends, his family. But more than them, Wally West needed Artemis, the center of his universe. A constant to the variability of his life. Without her, he was simply broken.
His hand now fully immersed in the speed force, heeding the gravitation of its pull on him. He fought, flailing with any resistance he could possibly muster, but exhausted had gained the better of him. There was no energy left to push back. So resentfully, unwillingly, he submits, subconsciously aware of his submission's possible detriment. But life in the Speedforce had never been that great anyways. Was it really the worst thing if death claimed him. If this truly was the end of the road for him.
Only thought cycles through his mind, 'Fuck me, why are you such a bitch, West?'
As he was pulled in completely to the storm, he heard no crackle of sound, no electricity course through him. Nothing.
Steeping through into a dark corridor, the walls grey with the only light provided from a doorway at the end of the hall. It's incandescence blinding, forcing him to squint as he edged closer, he could hear a voice calling and with it, a resounding familiarity. His strides gaining their pace into a brisk walk, he felt his being overflow with anticipation and somewhat excitement. His body flushed with warmth, perhaps of the warm light, or maybe due to the voice. It calmed him.
Stepping within a metre of the light, his eyes almost shut under its fluorescence, Wally overwhelmed with the nostalgia of his life. Was this it? Could this be his ticket home, after all this time…
Time.
Wally had no recollection of how long he had spent in the Speedforce, and with that realization, an impending sense of doom clasped at him. Not allowing him to step forward. Hushing his excitement and hyperbolizing his fears. The worry and nervousness of being lost in time sentenced his soul to despair. With that, Wally was suddenly hit with the suffocating realization that the life he had lived formerly was no more, he had missed a part of his life that he could never regain. Perhaps the pain of resuming it would be too great, but he had to, didn't he?
He had to at least try and come back. He owed that debt to himself.
The voice called out to him again, startling his train of thought and collapsing his sense of self-detriment. The voice was so loud and clear. It was blindingly obvious, more familiar than his own. The voice that he loved and had promised to love.
The voice of Artemis.
At that moment, his mind was cleared of all doubt. Wally had no uncertainty on what he had to do. His course of action was clear and precise. Wally had to get back home. He owed his heart the happiness and love it craved. The need for its soulmate.
"Soulmate", he mentally scoffed at the idea. Wally West was not one to believe in such ardent dreams of soul mates and a life with a happily ever after ending. But he didn't care for the stupidity of the idea of a soulmate brought. Because they did exist. He was sure of it.
Artemis was and forever will be his everything.
The voice of Kent Nelson's resonating final words to Wally echoing throughout him: "Have faith in what cannot be explained, find your Spitfire and trust in love, it will guide you"
Wearily, he stepped forth, committing himself to the doorway of light, guided by the love that Kent Nelson had wanted him to follow in his final instruction to the speedster. His knowing that he was going the be reunited with his love that had seemed long lost is what fuelled him.
All he was greeted with upon leaving the ominous hallway was darkness and with it, a sweeping thought of hope.
Hope that juxtaposed the very meaning of darkness, and yet he was still warmed by the knowledge he would return home.
All the while the darkness enclosed, seeming to blacken beyond black and weight down on him. Wally felt the weight of time collapsing and flowing through his every nerve, as if he were a conduit for the Speedforce itself.
Moments of his life screened across his brain as if being played on a projector in front of him. All the while an epicentre to the chaos of the darkness which engulfed him.
Artemis.
She was the lightning rod to his storm, a means to ground the violent current that surged within his mind. Honing in on her face, her voice calling his name in spurted, ephemeral repetitions.
Wally… Wally… Wally…
A meaningful passion behind her every call, an expression of her love. All the while her focused on this instance and he tumbled through time.
Time.
It slowed around him. Everything did, the storm fade, as did the voice of his lover. There was complete silence and then coldness.
A tangible coldness. Baring away at his skin. It felt like he had been lying naked in the snow- except that he had. Well, half naked. After all his uniform was only half destroyed.
"What the fuck" was all the scarlet speedster could mutter before the blackness ensued. But it was peaceful, other than a pounding headache that is. But peaceful none the less, for he had arrived home.
Three thoughts battled for dominance in Wally's mind.
Did I take magic mushrooms?
How the fuck do I get back home now, from where ever I am… I hope the cold doesn't make my dick look too small
Needless to say, his priorities were in order, but there was another, more powerful than the former two:
I need to find Artemis
But his thoughts were cut short by the sound of an engine, which was pursued by footsteps. Several. Trudging, perhaps even running towards him as the misted air bit at his body, Wally writhed on the floor in a feeble attempt to get up in his wear daze.
He stumbled.
He slipped.
He fell unconscious to the steady beat of those footsteps and muffled voices.