Sorry it took so long, I had a few conflicts here and there; I rushed into this without fully developing the characters powers and stuff, but I'm good now so here we go.

I own nothing but the plot.

Rico Docks, A.K.A: Rickie the moocher. The big man on campus, he was Mr. Greed, he was, the king of sin. This was his city; and there wasn't a damned thing anyone could do about it. Rico was a man of many things: he was a gambler, he was a dealer, he was a risk taker, and he was a man of wits and good sense. Sure, he was all of those things, maybe even more. But he was mostly a lover.

He never messed with dames, nope, to damn expensive and too much trouble. He was more into Phillies.

They cost less, they were easy to please, and so damn tight. Most would call this inhuman or disgusting. But Rico called it simple desire, he liked both of the genders, girl, boy it really didn't matter.

He was stilling going to hit it.

He loved the way kids felt, how they smelled, how soft they were, and how they screamed.

But this kid was different.

He wasn't screaming, he wasn't running away, oh no. He approached Rico first. The kid made quick work of Rico's clothes, but he kept his leather jeans on. His blue eyes showed mischief, and his pink glossy lips curled into a smirk, he wasn't like the others, not by a long shot. He pushed the drug dealer to the bed (they had stumbled into the bedroom at some point) then climbed on top of him, his nimble fingers dancing across his chest, then to his forearms, guiding his hands above his head.

He grabbed the tie on the floor, then tied Rico's wrist to the headboard. It was dark, but the silky fingers still lingered on the mob bosses skin, they continued the tormenting dance. Blue eyes made his way to Rico's neck, hands gently rubbing, than wrapped itself around the neck.

The hands squeezed.

"What," Rico gasped "Are you doing?"

"Shush," Blue eyes whispered sweetly "Sleep"

Blue eyes grip tightens with every passing second, Rico's air supply grew low. He gasped, chocking for air, he couldn't move, he was tied to the bed, helpless like the children he had service him each night he got lonely. Everything was getting hazy, like a fog smothering him, this was karma, karma came back to get him. A crash that sounded like wood was heard.

The gangster heard voices, someone new and Blue eyes. They started a conversation.

Blue eyes snorted "Well if it isn't the knight himself" the new comers breath hitched slightly.

"You're alive" He whispered.

"And loving it"

"I thought you died"

"I thought so too"

"Are the others alive as well?"

"Heart pumping as we speak"

"Will you come back to us?"

"No"

"Why?"

"Classified"

"Who do you work for?"

"Classified"

"Where did you go?"

"Classified"

"Do you even care anymore?"

Silence,

"Do you miss us?"

"A little"

More silence.

"You do know we are enemies now, if you keep this up"

"That's how the world works"

Rico gasped for air.

"I love you, I will help you"

"I love you too, but, it's too late. So give up"

Everything went black, and the next morning, Rico's death was in the front paper of the New York time news.

/ - / - / - / -

Barry circled the city three times in a row, everything seeming dandy. He sat himself on a wooden crate at the cities dock. He watched the ocean waves; they looked breath taking as the sun hit the water just right. He wanted to show Wally this, he wanted to see Iris smile again, not sobbing over the loss of her nephew. Everything happened so fast, even for Barry, he didn't even know what to do.

God...It was all so fucked up.

~0~0~

"Kidflash!" Barry had traced Wally's communicator to an old sweets factory. Barry wondered down the old dusty conveying belts, and down the workers brake corridors.

Barry gagged. A strong, sickening but slightly sugary aroma hit his nostrils'. Barry held his breath, for it smelled of something rotting then buried in a bag of sugar.

"Come on, open your mouth!" Barry stopped dead in his tracks, he heard whimpering and grunts "Eat more, come on, don't ignore me!" the voice was a tiny, demanding one. Like a child throwing a tantrum for the toy they couldn't get. He paused, listening closer.

Then he heard chocking gags.

"S-Stop it," That was Wally. Barry jumped into action, speeding to the manager's office, he charged into the room, busting it open. He nearly stepped back, the un-appealing aroma hitting him stronger than before. He still couldn't make out the rotting stench.

"Oh, did you come to play with me mister?" Barry looked down on the red, probably moldy carpet. A little girl –maybe a little older then Robin- was sitting on the satin colored carpeting, her long, curly blonde hair pooling behind her back. In her hair pieces of candy were scattered, getting lost in the sea of golden locks her black dress with pink frills had small candy patterns as well. She had herself surrounded by various, brightly colored cakes.

"He's napping now, but I still wish to play." Her bright blue eyes dimmed a bit "He was fast, but not fast enough." She gazed at her black thigh-high knee socks where Wally's head lay near her feet. Wally's body was sprawled on the floor, his bright green eyes where blank and frightened.

"…What did you do?" Barry growled.

She ignored him "He said he "didn't like the cake" but I know it was a lie." She took a dainty silver fork then stabbed at a slice of strawberry cake. The round decoration on top oozed crimson red liquid "I know he loved the cakes, I can't wait to make more with him" she giggled then popped the candy in her mouth. Barry eyed the cakes.

His blood ran cold.

Those…Weren't cakes. They where body parts. Barry felt sick; he looked at the girl, a piece of the candy still on her cake. But it wasn't candy; it was an eye, a real life human eye. Barry felt his stomach churn as the girl took another bite. He reached for Wally, picking him up quickly.

"Kidflash, wake up" the girl let out a creepy sweet giggle "Come on Kidflash." She giggled again, Barry glared "The hells so funny you little brat?" she only smiled as her pale cheeks turned a bright pink.

"He's not going to wake up until I say so" She said it bluntly. "I'm playing the grim reaper today, I decide if he lives or die!" she twirled a bit "But I think you can already see the out-come of our game" Barry frowned, this bitch was bluffing. He grabbed Wally's wrist and felt for a pulse.

Nothing.

"…If this is some kind of joke-" Barry focused to the spot the girl was standing. But she had disappeared. Barry shook his speedster, his pleas of awakening grew frantic, his eyes became stained with tears. Why would anyone do this to him? What did he do? He was only a child. "WALLY!" he started to shake him more violently "Come on, I know you're alive!" he kept shaking; he didn't know how long it took for the rest of the team to come in the scene with bad news. Barry didn't care so much though.

He just wanted his nephew back.

There will be more flash backs to come, just not now. We must progress on alright guys? But I promise I will get everyones flash-backs, ok? And Im sorry this ones so short, Ill make a longer one next time!