Cover- Wally, age 16, standing over the graves of his parents and…Barry Allen, the Flash!
The exact date I discovered the blueprints to a next generation Flash suit is lost in the recesses of my mind. Heck, I'm not even sure if I remember the month correctly. All I am sure about is that it was early in the summer before my junior year in high school. I was 16-years-old and Maria, my girlfriend, and I had just begun to get more…serious.
We, my aunt Iris, uncle Barry, and I, had began cleaning out the house for a garage sale. I was in charge of looking through the attic for anything I wanted to keep.
Boy, was that a mistake.
I flipped through what seemed like the thousandth photo album before collapsing to the dusty floor, utterly bored and exhausted.
"This is $%^&ing retarded," I muttered as I rubbed my sore forearms, my legs in criss-cross-apple-sauce position.
I began to think of giving up, going downstairs, and telling my aunt and uncle that I was done, but something caught my eye. In the darkest corner of the attic was a pitch black box, a single piece of white duck tape stuck to the side that was beginning to peel off. But it wasn't the box itself that caught my eye, it was the thing written on the piece of duck tape outside of it.
"Flash…" I read out loud. I began to crawl through the stacks of books and boxes, until I reached the 'Flash' box.
Adrenaline pumped through my veins as thousands of thoughts and ideas flooded my brain. I let my hands fall onto the edges of the box as I examined it. There was no lock, nothing to keep me out. Slowly—my hands shaking out of excitement—I lifted the rough surface of the box open to find…
Paper. Hundreds of sheets of paper.
"You have to be kidding me!" I complained.
"Wally, is everything alright up there?" Iris, my 40-something aunt, called from downstairs.
"Yes, Iris, everything's fine," I yelled back, slightly sheepishly.
"Ok, but holler if anything's too heavy to lift, Wally," Iris replied
"Yes, ma'am," I looked down at the stack of papers, ideas of fires and burning paper flashed through my mind. But the title of one of the papers stopped me from doing any damage.
"FLASH SUIT 2.0" I read aloud. I took out the sheet of paper and examined the drawings on it. It was a picture of, as far I could tell, what would have been Barry's new Flash suit if he continued on as the Flash. On it everything was labeled and I began to read through the detailed drawing, "Kevlar padding for attack protection, special lenses for sight when running at light speed, ear pieces for auditory use past the speed of sound, helmet with limited air pouch for breathing in hard vacuum, nanites powered via Speed Force –no idea what that is—boots able to withstand friction caused by…" And I continued to read the descriptions of everything. I surprisingly understood all the scientific terms—except Speed Force—and it all made sense.
But I had a dozen questions. If it actually would work. What the Speed Force was. How exactly did my uncle get his powers? The list went on and on…
And I was going to get answers.
INFINITE FLASH
Not Quite the Present
Later in the evening on the same day I found the blueprints, the Allens/Wests were sitting together eating dinner in their relatively small dining room.
"Well, the garage sale will be tomorrow. Wally, I hope you can stay home all day to help with it," Barry broke the awkward silence.
"Yeah, I'll be here. I've got no other plans," I spun my spoon in circles through my peas, "And um…Barry…"
Barry looked up at my surprisingly shy tone, "Yes, Wally."
"How exactly did you get your powers?"
Both Iris and Barry looked up from their respective meals in shock. They hadn't talked about Barry's past or powers since 'the accident.'
"Um…I was mixed up in an accident," Barry replied, still surprised by my question.
I sighed and suddenly all shyness and politeness left me, "What sort of accident?"
Barry examined me, and then said, "A chemical accident. Why, Wally?"
"I'm just curious. But I want to know the specifics."
"Listen, Wally, I don't know if Barry wants to talk about-" Iris began, but I interrupted her.
"My parents died because of him, so I deserve to know: how did you get your powers? I want details," I growled.
"Fine," Barry began, "I was working in a lab during a storm one night, when a lightning bolt streaked through a window and struck a cabinet full of chemicals. The electrified chemicals fell on me, and the next thing I knew I had super-speed."
I suddenly stood up from the table, knocking my chair to the ground, "Bull shit!"
"Wally!" Iris scolded.
I turned to my aunt, "Oh c'mon, Iris, you really expect me to believe that!"
"It's the truth!" Barry exclaimed.
I marched out of the room, "This is stupid. How can I respect you guys and tell you guys everything when you won't do the same for me." I rushed upstairs to my room and sulked in bed.
In a matter of seconds I heard my aunt and uncle's hushed voices outside my door. They became silent, and Barry entered my room.
"Listen, Wally," Barry addressed me kindly, "I'm sorry about that and….you're right. You deserve to know about my past. It's just…well…I didn't want you to try and copy what happened to me. It was a fluke and you could die."
I took a deep breath and lied, "Why would I ever do that?"
"I…I don't know," Barry said, "But if you really want to hear my…my origins, I'll tell you."
"I do."
"Well, then. It was late at night when it happened. As I'm sure you know, I created nanites, these little robots that can do anything and everything. And I put these nanites into a suit–for my job, originally. All the science was correct, the only problem was I needed a power source…a big one. Well, one night, after losing my job, I had this crazy idea. You see, it was storming that night, and I thought that maybe a bolt of lightning could power the suit. So I put on the suit and went to the top of what is now the Flash Museum, and wouldn't you know it, I got struck by lightning. But something weird happened when the lightning struck. The nanites…they didn't just turn on, they merged with my body and teleported me to this dimension, this…Speed Force…."
"What's the Speed Force?" I asked, curious.
"The very source of all energy. A dimension constantly propelling itself forward."
"Weird."
"Yeah, well, the next thing I knew I was back in my room. The nanites in my body were powered by the Speed Force and I decided to become a hero, to become the Flash," Barry finished his story and stood up, "Well, that's it. I hope you believe that because it's the truth."
"I do, Barry," I replied solemnly.
"So…Wally, I think I deserve to know…why'd you want to know? Really?" Barry asked me, and I felt compelled to tell him the truth. So I did.
I stood up from my bed and walked to a cabinet in my room. I opened it and pulled out a piece of paper.
"This," I held up the designs for the 'Flash 2.0' suit.
Suddenly, anger flooded Barry's kind eyes, as he realized he'd been lied to and betrayed, "Wally, you did plan on replicating the accident! You want to have powers!" Barry grabbed the paper out of my hands and ripped it in two.
"Barry!"
"No, Wally, no! This isn't fun and games, and you're not risking your life to copy something that was a complete fluke!" Barry shouted angrily.
And now it was my turn to get angry, "Damn it, Barry! It's been over three years! I forgive you and it's time for the Flash to come back! And if you won't do it then I will!"
"Why, Wally, why? The city's in peace! The crime rate is lower than ever! The Rogues are retired! They only existed because the Flash did!" Barry shouted back.
"Maybe you're right, Barry, but the world certainly isn't at peace. The Middle East…hell, everywhere there's war! The world needs the Flash now more than ever!"
"The Flash wasn't and never will be a soldier!" Barry took a deep breath, "And you're not going to have powers either. End of discussion. You're grounded."
I knew arguing with Barry wouldn't get me anywhere so I gave up and collapsed in my bed. I waited until Barry left my room, before standing back up and walking over to my desk.
I opened the drawer in the desk and pulled out a piece of paper, this one smaller than the original. I had copied the designs onto another sheet of paper in case anything like this happened.
I quickly scanned the design for a list of items and then stuffed it back in the drawer. I then snuck out of my room and towards my aunt and uncle's bedroom. I put my ear to the door, making sure they weren't in the room. They weren't. I slid the door open and began to go through my uncle's closet. It took me a few seconds to find what I was looking for.
I then quickly cleaned up any mess I made and snuck back out of their room.
I waited in my room for my aunt and uncle to fall asleep, before taking everything I needed and leaving the house. On my way out I grabbed the keys to my uncle's run-down car. I started it and drove away.
It took me a couple of hours and a few hundred dollars off my uncle's credit card, but I got everything I needed for the suit. And throughout the night I built the suit in an abandoned warehouse my friends and I used to hang out in. At about 4 in the morning the it was done. I'd applied the last thing the suit needed, the very thing I had stolen from my uncle's closet, nanites.
And wouldn't you know it, a storm had blown in.
I hurried to the Flash museum, dressed in the suit. The suit was made up of red and white Kevlar padding, an armored 'Flash' symbol on the chest. There was a helmet made of the same red armored material, with yellow lenses and two white earpieces, headphones/communication device built into each of them. Two small yellow antennas shaped like lightning bolts were attached to the earpieces. (Go to my page and look for the link for a picture.)
Surprisingly there were no guards outside or inside the building. There were only a few security cameras that were randomly placed throughout the building. No alarms went off when I entered and I entered an elevator and went to the 56th floor. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Fate was at work. And who knows? Maybe it was.
I stood outside in the rain, lightning streaking through the sky…waiting…waiting…
XXXX
"Aah!" Barry woke up with a start. He'd just had a nightmare that…
"Barry, hon, what is it?" Iris mumbled, half-awake.
"Nothing…I…I'm going to go check on Wally and apologize…for…for earlier." And Barry stood up and walked silently over to Wally's door. He knocked on it and began, "Hey, Wally, I'm sorry for earlier. You…you're…" Barry slowly opened the door to Wally's room to find no one there, "…Gone. Oh God, no, it was only a dream…he can't…he won't…"
Barry super-sped downstairs and surely enough the car was gone. And in a flash he was outside, dressed in his 'real' work clothes.
He ran…faster and faster…until he reached the Flash Museum. And right as he reached the door the sky flashed and the building exploded.
The Speed Force
I blinked, felt the oddest falling sensation, and when I opened my eyes I was surrounded by gold. And blue. And then hundreds of thousands of images swirled around me.
"Is this the Speed Force?" I questioned, and looked around me. Suddenly, a bit of crimson caught my eye. Standing, at the most fifty yards away from me, was a man dressed in a red suit. His face looked familiar, almost like the face of…
"Barry!" I cried, and ran over to the person. But when I was only a dozen yards away, Barry disappeared into nowhere.
"What?" I stood in the very same place my uncle once stood, "Where did he go?"
I looked forward, or what I assumed was forward, you never could tell here, at an image. It was floating in front of me and depicted a man in blue armor with a swirling red cape flying, fist first, into a monster of a man. The monster-man's skin was like cracked stone, and he wore blue armor, an Omega symbol on his chest.
And suddenly the scene shifted to what seemed like the future. The man with the red cape stood side by side with six other heroes, being awarded medals in front of a large crowd by the President. And one of those heroes was Barry. Wally could tell from his shining blue eyes that sparkled with intelligence.
And suddenly I was hit by grief and guilt. I'd lied to a man who only wanted to help me, to protect me.
"I'm sorry, Barry," I whispered and when I looked up I was standing in front of the rubble that once was the Flash Museum, in front of Barry.
"Oh my God, Wally! Are you alright? I had a dream…I was worried that…" Barry began, but I shut him up by giving him a bear hug.
"I'm so, so sorry, Barry." I said, my voice weak.
"No, I'm sorry, Wally," Barry hugged me back, and we stood there for a second before sirens interrupted the family moment.
"What is that…?" I questioned, but Barry interrupted me by holding up his left hand in a 'stop' position and his right towards his head, clearly listening to something.
After a few seconds he let his hands fall to his sides and turned to me, "Listening into the police radio. Turns out one of my old Rogues, Captain Boomerang, is breaking into the Central City Bank with a group of thugs. You go home. I've got work to do," Barry gave me a sly smile and then was off.
"No…wait! You need help!" I shouted after him.
Barry ran super-speed to the bank and found a whole hostage situation. He stopped behind Captain Boomerang, who had his back turned to him, shouting orders at the hostages and the bank employees.
Barry simply tapped the man's shoulder.
"Who the he- " As Captain Boomerang turned around he got a face full of fist, courtesy of the Flash.
And suddenly, the Flash was off again, taking out each of the armed henchmen. In just under thirty seconds, all the criminals were laying on the ground.
Barry grinned at the awed people around him, all of them whispering about the newly returned Flash.
"Hey, hey, everyone calm down. Please quietly and calmly exit the building and return to your everyday lives," Barry motioned towards the door. Barry turned around to lead everyone out and to talk to the police when a rough voice caught his attention.
"I win, Flash," Captain Boomerang growled, holding up a gun.
And fear flooded Barry's system, stopping him from moving. But suddenly a red blur sped through the room, knocking the gun out of Boomerang's hand…and that red blur was…
Me!
"Wal…er…Kid Flash?" Barry said, clearly in shock.
"I think 'thank you' is a better response, but whatevs," I replied cockily, "And 'Kid Flash'… I like it!"
Flash's return took the front page of the newspaper the next day, "Flash Returns…With A Sidekick?" My uncle agreed to return to the super-heroic business and let me be his protégé. He said, "I can't let a teenager run around with superpowers unchecked and untrained." Whatever would get him to let me be a super-hero, right?
Well, it took only a couple of days before the Rogues came back. It only took us a few minutes to return them all to jail. We did our jobs and we did them well. I was learning the ropes.
But what seemed like heaven quickly turned into hell just two months after we began fighting crime...
It was an ordinary day for the Flash and his sidekick, me, Kid Flash. We had already stopped a mugging in Keystone, and we kept a man from committing suicide in Central City. I was just a few days away from returning to school for my junior year, but that wasn't going to keep me away from my super-heroics.
At about two in the afternoon I was sitting on a bench in a park, reading. Nerdy, right? And I'm supposed to be popular! I am, by the way. Anyways, like I said, it was an ordinary day.
My phone vibrated, and immediately I went to check it, thinking it was Maria, my girlfriend. Instead, I found it was a police alert. Captain Cold had broken out of Iron Heights Penitentiary and his whereabouts were currently unknown.
Being the cocky prick I was…am, I thought I could deal with it alone. I decided I would give Barry the rest of the day off, and not tell him about Captain Cold. So, at Mach 5 I changed into my costume and began to explore every nick and cranny in Central City.
After finishing that, and not finding the elderly ice-powered villain anywhere, I began to search Keystone City. I found nothing there either.
"What the hell?" I muttered as I finished exploring the last place, an abandoned warehouse, "Where is he?"
I began to think of everywhere I had checked, everywhere I had been…I'd looked everywhere! Everywhere…but…where I would least expect him! Iron Height Penitentiary! He's hiding right under everyone's nose, I thought.
"God, I'm an idiot!" I ran off super fast towards Iron Heights. After arriving I found the warden and asked, "Yodudeisthereanysecretunderg roundtunnelsoranything?"
"What the hell!" The warden shouted as he practically fell out of his chair, in the middle of doing paper work, "Oh my God, it's just you Kid Flash…I…don't do that again, please. You…what did you say?"
"Sorry. Is there any secret underground tunnels or other things like that?" KF asked.
"Uh," The warden-whose-name-I've-forgotten began, "Not that I know of…"
I gave him a sort of inquisitive look through my helmet.
"Well, there is rumors of a secret underground tunnel system that the supervillains made to break out. It's believed that that's how they break out so much," The warden stated matter-of-factly.
"And you guys haven't destroyed that thing by now?" I replied incredulously.
"It is secret you know…" The Warden replied.
"You have to be kidding me…" I face-palmed, "Listen, I'm going to go find this super secret tunnel that you guys didn't tell either the Flash or I about til now, so see ya." I super sped away and began to search the entire jail. The criminals never noticed me as I ran at a speed faster than their eyes could register.
"C'mon!" I shouted as I explored the last floor of the penitentiary. After finishing looking through the floor I leaned against a wall near multiple empty cells.
"What would Barry do…? How would he find it…?" I thought out loud. And suddenly the wall behind me opened up and I fell back onto my butt.
"What the hell?" I looked up to find Captain Cold standing over me.
"Nighty night, Kid Flash," Cold grinned evilly and he stamped his foot on my head, knocking me out….
At Barry
Barry was resting in bed while reading a book when Iris entered the room.
"You haven't seen Wally, have you?" Iris asked.
Barry looked up from his book and smiled, "No, dear, but I'm sure he's fine. He's all grown up now and he can take care of himself."
Iris sat down on the bed at Barry's feet, "You haven't heard the news, then?"
"What?"
"Captain Cold broke out of Iron Heights earlier today," Iris said and Barry knew full well what she was implying.
"You don't think Wally would…" Barry began, but he already knew the answer, "I've got to go."
Iris nodded, "Yeah, Barry. Please…" Barry was out of the room in a Flash.
"…Don't let Wally get hurt."
At Wally
I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up I could briefly see stars in the sky through a window above me.
About that time was when I noticed I wasn't in my suit. And then I noticed I was tied to a chair.
"What the hell-?" I tried to vibrate through the ropes but nothing happened.
"It won't work…" I looked up to see Captain Cold strolling towards me, hood down to expose his balding head.
"What won't work?" I demanded.
"That. Your powers. I've dampened them, completely taken them away," Cold smirked, "Temporarily, of course."
"What? Since when can you do that?"
"Since I truly mastered the technology I've been using, my Cold Gun. You see, originally it was designed to slow down the Flash. When I took it, I found that it simply created ice wherever it's beam touched. This was fine, but not good enough. Nearly fifty years later I have perfected the technology and created the ultimate weapon against the Flash!" Cold laughed evilly.
I nodded my head, understanding what he was planning, "You're going to use me as bait to get the Flash. Then you're going to use that gun on him. After that you'll,"
"Kill him," Cold finished, "Indeed. You're a bright young boy. You remind me of my own son…"
I shook my head in defiance, "It won't work, Flash'll find me, save me and stop you."
"Really? Let's test that theory," Cold held up his hand, exposing a device in it…my cellphone!
He scrolled through what I assumed was my contacts and clicked one, "Hello, Flash, this is Cold. I have your nephew in the old factory over the lake. Good bye."
"How do you know who we are? Who the Flash is?"
"I'm not stupid. I've known who the Flash was under the mask for years. I just don't care."
"You…"
"Oh, and speak of the devil," Cold hurried over to me, and stood still as a gust of air flowed through the building and Flash suddenly appeared at the entrance.
"Cold, let him go. Now."
"No," Cold simply replied, "And I wouldn't try to free him if I were you. You so much as wink and I press this button," Cold pulled out a small metal device and motioned towards a bright button on it, "And your nephew goes bye-bye!"
That's when I noticed something attached to my wrist, something I hadn't noticed before, a small metal wristband. And it had started to glow!
"Cold, he's just a kid! You wouldn't kill a kid, would you?" Flash pleaded.
Cold shook his head, "He stopped being a child as soon as he joined this little game of ours."
"Cold, please."
"No, Flash. No more pleases, no more mercy. You die tonight," Cold lifted his cold gun up with his other hand and aimed it at the Flash, "Goodbye, Flash."
But in a blink of an eye, Flash's cold gun was hit to the floor with its user, and I was untied, the metal wrist-bomb gone.
"Are you alright, Wally?" Flash looked me up and down, and moved my face side-to-side with his hand, checking for any injuries.
"I'm fine. Just a couple'a cuts and bruises is all," I smiled and shrugged him off.
"Good," Flash turned to Cold, who was lying on the ground crying, "You're done, Cold. You've lost again."
Just then I noticed he wasn't crying but…laughing, "Hahahahaha! Flash, you're wrong! So wrong! It isn't me who's lost, it's you!" Cold lifted is shirt up, exposing a timer.
"I have a bomb in my chest. It explodes in thirty seconds and will take out three city blocks! You try to disarm it or get it out of me; it explodes! You take me away, you can't stop because once the bomb is in motion it stays in motion, or else BOOM! Game over, Flash, I've won! Hahahaha!"
Flash was frozen in shock, "You wouldn't do such a thing, Cold! So many women and children will die because of that bomb!"
"You're right, I never would do this…unless I knew you'd take it and me away."
Flash, processing the situation at super-speed, came to a conclusion, "Wally, listen…"
"No, stop it!" I shouted, knowing full well what he was about to say, "You can't do it!"
"Wally, stop," Flash quickly looked at the timer, twenty seconds left, "Wally, tell Iris. Tell her I love her. And…and…know this…"
"Barry, please…" I pleaded. Fourteen seconds.
"Wally…you're a great hero…a great Flash and…"
Flash picked Cold up and sped out of the room,
"Iloveyou."
I stood there, crying, counting down…
"Ten."
Barry sped over the streets of Central City, holding Cold.
"Nine."
Barry edges towards the border of Kansas, picking up speed.
"Eight."
Barry exits Kansas and begins heading through Nebraska.
"Seven."
Barry finished through North Dakota, breaking super-sonic speed.
"Six."
Barry enters Canada.
"Five."
Barry speeds by Quebec, getting faster.
"Four."
Barry enters the Arctic Circle moving faster than the eye can register.
"Three."
Barry continues running, Cold still in his hands, long dead from a heart attack that occurred sometime in Canada. The gallant hero knows he cannot stop running, as the bomb ticks away.
"Two."
A single tear races down Barry's cheek as he looks down at the icy waves below.
"One."
BOOM!
Sometime Later
I was late to my uncle's funeral.
People joked about it, said I was just like my uncle. I am not.
My uncle was brave, selfless and an infinitely smarter and better person than me. His last words, "you're a great hero," they were a lie. I'm not a hero. I'm nothing.
I caused his death. I am to blame.
Iris always denies this. She says he would too. I don't care; I know the truth.
Many people came to his funeral. I didn't realize how much my uncle was loved. It made me feel worse.
There was a separate, public funeral for the Flash a month later. Iris pulled strings and managed to separate the apparent times of both of their deaths.
But it didn't really matter. Nobody would be able to desecrate my uncle's body. There was nothing to desecrate.
After I got my powers back I ran all over the world. I didn't find anything but the remnants of a picture of him, Iris and I in the Arctic Circle.
I gave a speech at the funeral. The private one. It was short, brief. Iris cried.
His will was read. He gave money to the Flash Museum, to Iris, me and to the college he went to. He naturally gave all the businessy stuff and his wedding ring to Iris. He left a few small things for friends. And for me, personally, he left his entire collection of Flash figures, posters and newspaper clippings. He gave me the book about the Flash that he secretly wrote. He gave me every spare uniform he had. And he gave me two notes. The first dated to the day of my parents' death. The second on the date I first defeated a supervillain with him.
The first read:
Dear Wally,
I can only imagine how much you hate me. Nothing I will ever do will be able to compensate for what I have done. All I can say is that I'm sorry. And I want you to know that the world is a good place. Bad things happened to your parents. I'm a bad person and I failed to save them. But the world isn't evil. Remember, Wally, even if you lose faith in me, never lose faith in people or the world.
Love,
Barry
I cried. For hours. The irony of it all…he…
The second read:
Dear Wally,
If you are reading this letter then it means that I am dead. I hope that in my death I have succeeded, that for once I haven't failed you. I want you to know these adventures we've had have been amazing! You are a wonderful, caring, brave, compassionate person, Wally. You are a true hero. That's why I'm passing the Flash legacy onto you. The world needs a real hero, a better hero. That's you. Remember, you can do anything. Including deciding against taking up the mantle of the Flash. Just know this Wally: I believe in you. I believe you'll do great things, in or out of tights. But most of all Wally, know this. I love you with all my heart. You aren't like a son to me; you are my son. And I know that I am up with your parents, cheering you on!
Love, now and forever,
Barry
I lay in my bed, crying for all I've lost. And soon I'll prepare for the future. But one without sorrow and one without Flash.
Epilogue
I was there at my father's funeral. As was my sister.
The Rogues all laughed and talked about how much I look like my father. How much I am like my father. None of it is true.
I am nothing like my father. My father was brave and smart; he had morals. He was an amazing man and Rogue.
I have done nothing in my life but succeed in being a petty thief. One who kills innocent women and children. My father disowned. Maybe if I hadn't been a failure, I could've been there. Maybe I could've saved him.
I didn't save him. I should've.
My sister always claims there was nothing I could have done. That father was a cold man. That it wasn't my fault he disowned me. I don't listen to her; it's not the truth.
All of the Rogues were at his funeral. I didn't know how respected he was. It truly made me realize how great of a man we had lost.
There was nothing of my father to bury. All, anyone could find was his cold gun in an abandoned warehouse in Central City.
His will was read. He had no money. All he had was a few spare uniforms, keys to an apartment, and a cold gun. He gave those to my sister and I. He also left me a note. It was dated the day before he died.
It read:
Dear Lenny,
I made a mistake. I miss you. If you are reading this it means I am dead and there is no chance of me ever getting to make up for my mistake. I wish I never let you go. You were a bright kid, a great kid. I give you permission if you wish to take up the Captain Cold title. All I ask is that you protect and defend your sister. Do it for me. And know this: I love you. More than anything. You are my rightful heir. You deserve more than I have. But alas, I have nothing. And I know you, don't blame yourself for my death. Don't. It's not your fault. And if it will give you any solace, know that I am up in heaven with your mother, happy.
Love,
Leonard Sr., Your Father
I cried for hours. By the end of that time, however, I had begun to look to the future. I had realized my father's death wasn't my fault. It was Flash's. And my future was going to be one without the Flash, legacy and all.
Note: I hope you enjoyed it! Please review! Next chapter things get really interesting! Also check out the other Infinite Universe stories!
Next: Three years later, Flash is no more! Wally is just heading off to college and attempting to live a normal life when a Rogue arises. Now he must make the decision whether to become the Flash or not! And whatever he does, what are the consequences of his actions?
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