Just a little idea I needed to type up!
The chapters will be quite short and right now there'll be 10 chapters at most, or less.
I woke up with an aching headache, the ones that seemed to get worse by the second.
Propping up onto my left arm, I realised the bed that I laid on was not my bouncy trampoline-like one. Instead, it was a hospital bed.
How did I get here?
12 HOURS EARLIER
"Wrong one, stupid" I exasperated, slapping Wally's hand as he reached for the incorrect vial.
'Sorry…" Wally held up his hands defensively. 'Which one is it then Val?"
Flipping through my science notebook, I found the page I was looking for. Scanning down the page, I murmured out each step of the experiment we were re-creating, the one that Flash his super-speed. Call us crazy, but don't worry, we know what we're doing.
Sort of.
"That one's next," I pointed to a vial containing a glowing orange liquid. Suddenly, my stomach felt uneasy, and I knew what was coming.
"Wally…?" I crouched over, holding onto the flab of my belly.
"Yeah?'' the red-head continued pouring the liquid into a large container without even glancing at me.
"I think those burritos we had for lunch were a bit…."
My stomach rumbled loudly. Now that caught his attention.
"Oof! Funny…" I groaned. I began making my way out the door, heading for his bathroom.
"Run chicken legs! Run!" Wally gestured with his hands. "You wouldn't want to miss the final result!"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Wal-man!"
I returned a few minutes later from my little trip to find Wally sprinkling the last component of the experiment into the mixture.
"Done?" I asked, walking up to him.
"Done."
I flinched wildly as the mixture began violently bubbling. This couldn't be good.
Both of us backed towards the garage door, away from the table that held the now bright, glowing and bubbling mixture. The bubbles dangerously exploded, splatting against the walls nearby.
It's going to explode.
"Duck!" I cried out, covering Wally with my own body as the world around us went black.
PRESENT TIME
To my left, red-hair poked out from underneath the covers. I watched as the little hills across the sheets slowly went up, then down. Looking around, the red-head and I were the only ones in the room.
"Hey mister? Dude?"
No reply. Guy's probably sleeping. And I need to pee. Really, really, really bad.
A needle stuck in my fore-arm restricted any movement, and so I had to hold on.
In an attempt to distract myself from the urge to let go, I decided to read the information stuck on a clipboard to the side of the guy's bed.
Age: 14
Attends Keystone High School
Hey! This kid goes to the same school as me. No wonder why he looks familiar. Not often you see red-heads around this area.
... Several first-degree burns and concussion-
Damn, what did this guy do? Then, again... what did I do? Now, to find a name to this guy, I mean, I can't just keep calling him guy. Poor guy- I mean, dude. Scanning my eyes down the form, they widened immediately as I read the next few lines.
First name: Wallace (Wally)
Surname: West
Wally...?
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