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Chapter 3: Willpower

That night Artemis couldn't sleep. Something was wrong… she could feel it; but every time her mind tried to grasp what whatever it was it was too quick, too fast. It raced around her thoughts, just slow enough that she could feel it presence but too fast to know what it was. Worst of all it didn't say a word, it's not that she was used to thought literally racing around her mind speaking or not, but this was different she could feeling it. It was something she should be concerned about, something that wasn't right but she couldn't figure out what it was. Her train of muddled thought led to a restless sleep.

Wally wasn't having any better luck at sleeping. His dreams were scattered like his mind couldn't focus on just one. Each one had Artemis in it and everyone had her face wrinkled in disgust at him. Her lips would move and he could hear her voice, almost a whisperer, saying that one word over and over, pig. He woke up in a cold sweat realizing it was nearly 9 a.m. He rushed to get dressed and join the others for training. He had most likely missed breakfast by now, which was a good thing. He wouldn't want Artemis to be disgusted by the pig he was, again.

He made his way to the common room by the couch to see his teammates sitting down leisurely. They didn't seem like they were in a rush to start training. Then the smell hit his nose eggs and bacon; his favorite. Megan was in the kitchen with Conner standing too close behind her, unnecessarily, helping her stir the eggs. She giggled slightly and gave him a peck on the cheek, noticing Wally when her face turned.

"Good morning Wally, I made breakfast do you want some?" Megan said her normal cheery tone.

Wally avoided the question and counter with his own. "Aren't we supposed to be training now?"

Robin answered, "Theoretically yes but retically Black canary postponed it for an hour. She was out late pretty late last night with Green Arrow; I don't think she got back until this morning."

Wally didn't answer trying to stop the smell of the bacon and eggs from distracting him. He couldn't eat now not with Artemis in the room, maybe not even when she not in the room.

"What Wally, no lewd comment about Green Arrow and Black Canary up till the crack of dawn or my uncle not being able to get someone to' stay the night' must be genetic." Artemis looked at Wally staring off blankly.

"Hello, Wally what's wrong with you?" She walked over to him and waved a hand in his face.

"Nothing" he muttered "I'm going to the training room"

"KF training doesn't start for like fifty minutes." said Robin

"Yeah and you haven't even had breakfast yet" said Megan.

Out of the corner of his mind he thought he heard Artemis scoff but it might have been his imagination.

"I'm not hungry" said Wally.

"Not hungry?" questioned Robin.

"No, I'll have something later, okay. See you during training." He said brushing it off as he walked to the training center.

When he got there, he felt his stomach grumble. He reached in to his pocket and found a stick of gum and popped it in his mouth. It satisfied nothing but it gave him something in his mouth to chew on. He got up and found the closest training dummy he began to pound away at it pretending it was his hunger but the more he tried to destroy it the more the hunger inside him grew.

Later during practice his focus was slipshod, he couldn't go as fast as he usually could, and he felt weak. When practice was over he felt starved. Wally boiled a half cup of rice like the site had said looking at the bland mush. In somepart of his mind he reasoned that this was a good thing . Embarrassed he took the food back to his room, he didn't want anyone to see him eat. They'd be too disgusted anyways.

He ate the rice slowly but the food felt out of place in his stomach. When he fished he felt sick again he wasn't sure if he could keep the rice down when it sat like a rock in his stomach and the words sat like a rock in his heart, thrown carelessly and shattering whatever it hit.

A/N: I'm updating now because i might not be able to update for a few days because i'm in a Mock Trial and i'm a expert witness and i have to sound like i know what i'm talking about so i actually have to figure out what i am talking about so that may take me awhile, or not and i might procrastiante and update but i hope i don't do that, i actually really need to learn my part. So anyways next update will be either tuesday or sunday not in that order, but as soon as i can manage.

Side note to the random reader with the question about anorexia, this story will involve that, because it does affect a percentage of males (though female anorexia is more common) , but it will focus more on the effect of hurtful words on people which was kinda my inspiration for this fict. The concequences of what anyone says are worse than anyone could imagine, i ve witnessed multiple situations for myself and it's truly terrible what words can cause. (On an related side note as a result of some more scetchy math of mine i conculded that an anorexic Wally would probably deteriorate faster; aprxoimatly by my calculation one week and two days equals a months deterioration for an average person.)

But don't worry their will still be plenty of Spitfire mixed with the Hurt that's where Comfort and Romance come in so... Please review ;) - Song