Chapter Two
The Black Flash
"WALLY!"
"Goodbye."
Wally looked sadly at the place where Shayera had been. He reached forward, hoping to feel something, anything different, but his hand met nothing. He bit his lip, desperately wishing he had come to his senses sooner, that he hadn't been tempted by the Speed Force, wishing –
He was startled out of his thoughts by a tap on the shoulder. He whirled around, and came face to face with Death.
Wally staggered back in horror. "What…what are you?"
Its long-limbed, wiry frame was clothed in a twisted copy of his own costume. It was black, except for the red lighting bolt earpieces and the red lightning bolt over the white circle emblazoned on its chest. Its fingers were tipped with claws, and its face was grey, rotting flesh. Its eyes were white orbs that seemed to see into his very soul.
Wally felt himself go cold.
… Blaaaaack Flaaaaashhhh…
"What do you want?"
The Black Flash raised its hand and gestured with its forefinger to follow. Then, without waiting, it turned and ran. Wally's brain was screaming, Stay! Don't follow! but it seemed that something was controlling his body, and he began to run as well.
He quickly caught up to the Black Flash. "Where are you taking me?"
It either didn't hear him, or was ignoring him, for it didn't spare him a glance. Wally ground his teeth in frustration.
The Black Flash suddenly stopped, and Wally slid to a stop beside him. The Black Flash pointed at a red figure that Wally could barely make out in the swirling Speed Force, and then seemed to disintegrate into dust and blow away.
The red figure ran towards him, and turned out to be a masked man. "Who are you?" he asked, stopping in front of Wally.
"Flash," he automatically replied. The other man frowned.
"But – that doesn't make any sense. I'm Flash."
That was the first time Wally really noticed the other man's costume. It was different from his, yet so familiar. The yellow wings on the earpieces, the jagged belt, the lighting bolt insignia on the chest.
"Uncle Barry?"
"Uncle Barry-"
Wally pulled his mask off, and the other Flash stared at him a moment, before recognition entered his blue eyes. "Wally?!"
Wally pulled his uncle into a tight hug. Barry grabbed Wally's shoulders and held him out at arms' length. "But Wally! You're so much older, and the Flash, and – and I haven't been here that long!"
Wally looked incredulously at him. "Haven't been – Uncle Barry, you've been gone for nine years."
Barry stared at him in disbelief. "Nine years. Nine years. That's impossible… I couldn't have…unless…unless time flows differently here…"
A new voice spoke. "Or not at all."
A/N: That was nice. The Black Flash showed him where his uncle was! I didn't invent the Black Flash, it's a comic book thing. It's basiclly Death... with superspeed.... in a black Flash costume... Speedsters are supposed to see it before they die, but I hadn't thought of it before, so Wally got to see it after. 'Cause he's special.
Sorry it took me so long to put this up. I actually finished it about a week ago, but I wanted to finish the illustration first, but the illustration hasn't really gone anywhere, so... yeah. I originally was going to make this chapter longer too, but I decided to end it on a mini-cliffhanger. Who is the new voice? Let's see if you can guess!
I really wanted to end it at the 'came face to face with Death' line, but then the chapter would have onl been a few sentences long, and people wouldn't have been very happy with me. :P
Thanks Miles333 for betaing! :D
