The Boy Who Remembered
Wally walked trough the endless, white halls. He knew he didn't have to right to be here and his uncle Barry told him never to go alone. It could be dangerous or something. But right now, Wally didn't care. He forgot his bag and he had to get it bag. Daddy would be so angry otherwise and may be he would yell at him again. Telling him that he's such a stupid boy, such a disaster. Wally didn't want to hear that anymore. He knew it already, his dad didn't have to remind him all the time.
The door with No access for unauthorized persons told him he was close to retrieving his bag. Slowly he pushed open the door and looked around. The sound of thunder made him look up.
"Shit" he whispered.
The lightening made the world seem like it was falling apart. Without hesitating his eyes controlled whole the room and he walked over to the place his bag laid. The thunder sounded so close now. It was almost like there was going to happen something. Another lightening and Wally was so scared, he jumped up and accidentally caused two chemicals to fall.
On that moment, the world shook and another lightening flashed trough the sky. It hit the building with full strength, the windows shattering into thousand and thousand of pieces. He opened his mouth to scream as a pain he never felt took control over him. A blue and white light danced before his eyes, and he felt something really fast rushing trough his whole body, again and again.
Again the lightening hit the building.
He was in another world. For a second, he was in a world were only speed existed. There was no time, no one else, no pain or sorrow. Only he and his speed. Blue sparkles danced around him, like the lightening searched a way into his body. He didn't feel any pain anymore… he only felt… speed. More than a feeling, more than a thought, more than he could ever explain he knew the lightening gave its speed to him. The world of blue disappeared and Wally fell against the ground.
The sky was black and the rain poured down, but Wally could only feel the speed rushing trough his blood. He wasn't scared anymore. The smell of fire reached his nose and he got up with an inhuman speed. The heat of fire made him turn around. Flames were already everywhere. On that moment, the nine-year old kid took control again. Screaming, he searched a way out, but there was nothing he could do. The flames came closer and closer, until the only thing he could see was the red flames. Pushed against the wall, with no place to go, Wally's mind saw only one answer. Going right trough the flames. There was no other way to escape. Something in his mind told him this was crazy, but somehow it didn't sound that stupid to him. A weird feeling said him he would be so fast the flames wouldn't even have the change to eventually burn. Pushing his bag close to him, he took a deep breath. With a courage he never knew, he jumped up and started running.
The world became a blur, nothing more than a breeze. It was gone, before it even was there. The flames seemed to avoid his feet, like they made a passage for him. In a matter of seconds, he stood outside the building. Staring at the people around the building, he felt something he never felt. He wasn't just a stupid disaster, no, he was special. He could do things no one else could. A smile crossed his face and even the rain that poured down on him, couldn't temper the light that seemed to shine from him.
"Wally!"
With his new gained speed he turned around. His uncle Barry ran to him. He got on his knees, looking at Wally.
"What are you doing here, boy?" he asked with a serious look in his eyes, but speaking terribly slow.
It took a few seconds until Wally understood what he was saying. Why did he talk so slow? His uncle never told this slow before.
"Nothing" Wally lied.
He couldn't explain. It would sound like he lost his mind. And there were no words that matched what he saw, what he felt. Nothing could explain. But he knew that what happened was real, that what he saw was something more than he could understand.
"Come, I'll bring you home, you're parents will be worried" Barry lifted Wally up and put him on his hip, carrying him to his car. "You're sure nothing happened?"
"No, uncle, nothing happened" Wally smiled, even tough he hated to lie.
Barry placed him in his car, and Wally looked outside the window, watching the building burn. He escaped, from the third floor to the ground in only a few seconds. It was amazing, so great he could barely keep it to his self. He wanted to get out of the car and tell his uncle he'd run.
"Were you in the building, Wally?" Barry asked as he started his car, driving to Wally's house.
The sound in his uncle's voice and the excitement about what Wally felt and saw caused the boy to find it harder and harder not to talk about what happened. No, his uncle wouldn't believe it.
"I was just taking my bag" Wally said, "but I was gone before the fire started, really!"
"You didn't touch anything of the chemicals, right?" his uncle sounded deadly serious.
"Of course not," Wally lied.
"Hm" his uncle muttered.
Wally didn't say anything anymore. He looked outside the window and suddenly he thought about how slow cars were. The rain poured down on the road, but all Wally could think about was the beautiful, blue and white world he was. For a second he thought he had to tell his uncle, but that was stupid.
"How fast is Superman?" he suddenly asked.
"Huh? Why do you ask?" Barry replied.
"Just wanna know, so how fast is he?" Wally repeated, getting impatient.
"They say he's the fastest man alive" Barry said, "but I know someone who's faster."
"Really?" now he'd got Wally's attention.
"The Flash," he answered, "ever heard about him?"
"Uhu" Wally nodded.
"Well, he's the Fastest Man Alive" Barry said, his eyes on the road.
Wally looked outside again and a smirk crossed his face.
Not anymore.
Wally looked to the streets. Stars filled the night and his mind seemed to go off and relive hidden memories. He couldn't help it, but something made him feel so sad. Turning around, he watched Roselyn sleeping. Slowly he walked to her and pressed a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Hm" she muttered.
She turned around and slept silently further. Wally sighed and walked to the window again, watching the few people pass. He was used to feeling like every second takes a lifetime to get pass, but this was even worse. It felt like he was missing something and no matter how hard he ran from it, it kept being there. Slowly, it drove hem insane. This was what he wanted all along, this was what he dreamed of since the day she left and now, all he could feel was incomplete. The night seemed so much darker than before and he couldn't help it but always again Shay's words kept repeating in his head.
Wally… Please don't leave me.
He could see the tears in her eyes, he could feel her pain and it made him so sad. Perhaps this wasn't the best way. Clenching his fists he felt how tears came to his eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. He should be happy now, he should feel like nothing in this whole world could hurt him. But he didn't, he felt so defeated, so empty and incomplete. Only a month passed and there wasn't been a day he didn't thought about how much he missed the League. Every second again he saw Shayera's eyes, crying and begging him to stay. How could he ever leave the League just like that? Why did it seemed so stupid now?
A single tear slid over his cheek and he stared off in the distance. The stars shining bright remembered him to the wonderful Christmas he'd spend with Shayera. A soft smile crossed his face and the memories made him forget his pain for a few moments, but than again, the pain only got worse. He missed Shayera so much, more than he ever thought he would. It felt like leaving her was the most stupid thing he ever did.
For a second he wondered if Shayera would be looking at her stars and think about him. Not able to deal this pain, he stood up, put on his jacket and left his house. He locked the door and whispered soft: "Sorry Rosy, I'll be back before you know it." And he left.
When he was far enough he took his GSM and took a deep breath. He didn't know why he was doing this, but with his super speed he searched Shayera's number and called her. Holding his GSM to his ear, he hoped Shayera wouldn't answer. Why was he doing this? It was like midnight, she would sleep.
"With Shayera" a beautiful voice said, "who am I speaking with?"
"Wally" he said, after hesitating.
"Wally?" she repeated surprised, "why are you calling?"
"I was thinking about you and…" he sighed, "I miss you, Shayera. I never thought leaving this League was that hard."
"You could've thought earlier about that" her voice sounded so cold Wally felt his heart freezing.
"Are you angry on me, Shayera?" he asked, sounding more pathetic he wanted.
"No… Disappointed" her voice became a bit warmer, "I miss you too, Wally."
"Are you tired?" he asked suddenly.
He heard her laughing: "what? Why?"
"Just answer" he teased her.
"No, not at all. I can't sleep anyways…" she answered.
"Uh… Is John with you?"
"No, why?"
"Because of this" he said, suddenly standing before her, his cell phone in his hand.
Shayera looked up, tears on her face. Wally wanted to say something Wally-like, but as he saw her tears his face became worried.
"You were crying?" he asked, feeling like an idiot for rushing in like this.
She only nodded. Tears stream down her face and her window stood open, the stars shining their lights on her face. Wally stepped towards her, taking her hand. She looked down and suddenly she lay in Wally's arms.
"I miss you, Wally" she whispered, "and when I heard your voice again…"
Her tears prevented her to speak further. She wrapped her arms around his neck buried her head in his chest. Hoping she could completely disappear in him, being in his heart for ever, she pulled him as close to her as possible. Wally just slowly caressed her red hair.
"Please don't cry, Shay" he whispered.
"I'm sorry…" she answered, whipping her tears away. "How… How are things going with Roselyn?"
"Good" he didn't sound as convinced as he wanted to.
Even tough Shayera wasn't crying anymore, he still caressed her hair, keeping her close to him. Suddenly he noticed. The feeling was gone. He wasn't feeling incomplete anymore, he wasn't empty inside anymore. She made him… whole again. Slowly he lifted up her head, so she looked into his eyes.
"Shayera…" he started, not sure what he was going to say.
She didn't answer, just looked back.
"If I could… I would come back… to you" he caressed her cheek, "for you. I don't want to see you hurt. But… I love Roselyn. I don't want to lose her anymore, Shay. I don't want to hear her saying she's leaving again. It would hurt too much…"
She brought up a little smile. He looked at her beautiful face and he whispered: "I'm really sorry for hurting you, if I did. I never meant to do that…"
"I know, Wally" she pulled him a little closer, "I know you care."
He hugged her once more.
"I think I have to go now" he said.
Standing up, she asked: "will I see you again?"
"I think so" he smiled, "we'll see."
"Yeah, we will" she forced a smile.
Wally walked away and closed the door behind him. Fighting against the burning tears behind her eyes, Shayera turned around and walked to the window. Her eyes slid to the night above her, watching the stars. Her stars. Given to her by the boy she loved to most.
Wally walked trough the room, just at the speed a normal boy would. He smiled and waited for his beloved Roselyn to return. Since the day they left that awful, they've become happy together. Wally told her that he loved her and she said she'd love him too. That was the most beautiful day in his whole life. He would spend his whole life with her, because every moment they were together nothing could go wrong. He loved her so much, he could never explain. He wouldn't know what to do without her.
"So… he's the boy you're talking about?" he heard an unknown voice asking.
Immediately he turned around, his fists high in the sky, protecting his face. He saw a group of boys standing, Roselyn in front of them. They all laughed with him, and Roselyn shook her head.
"What's happening?!" Wally screamed, not feeling good about this.
"I don't think we can use him" a boy said, walking towards Wally.
He felt scared, so deadly scared. His eyes searched answer as they met Roselyn's, but she only stared with a blank look.
The boy walked to Wally, launching his fist to his face. Using his super speed he jumped away and the fist only hit the solid ground. Flashes of his father, doing exactly the same to him, went trough his head.
"What is going on?!" and again they laughed.
"He's pretty fast, you're right about that" the boy said, and he started attacking Wally again.
Wally kept jumping, dodging and running. His heart beat way to fast and he was scared. He never felt more scared than today. Something was going to happen and it was not going to be good. In the deepest of his heart, he felt like something was ripped away from him. The boy became angrier and he hit Wally eventually. With a painful sound, Wally's head met the ground. Blood coloured the ground red.
"Don't hurt him" Roselyn said, "please, don't."
She ran over to him and helped him up. The boy spit at him, grunting: "you're pathetic, boy. Come, we'll leave those two here alone for a moment."
His eyes full of hate, he looked at Roselyn, his lips forming the questions he didn't want to be answered: "what's going on, Roselyn?"
"I'm leaving you, Wally" she said, standing up and turning around again.
"NO!" he screamed, running to her and grabbing her skirt.
Like he was walking on the edge of a deep ravine and that skirt was the only thing that could prevent him from falling, his fingers clenched around the substance of it. He buried his face in her skirt, repeating she couldn't leave him.
"I have to, Wally" she whispered.
"No!" he cried out, "no, I'm coming with you."
"No, Wally!" Roselyn pushed him away.
Wally stumbled over his own feet and again his head met the ground. Pain shot trough his body, but it was nothing, nothing compared with the pain his heart felt. He couldn't cry, he couldn't talk. Standing up again demanded all the power that was left in his body.
"Please don't leave me" he said, his voice without any emotion.
"I have to, Wally" she looked at his face.
The pain disappeared on it. His eyes weren't crying for help anymore. He was empty. Every kind of emotion just left him. And that was scarier than anything else he could've done. If he'd cried, yelled, smashed with things or even hurt his self or her, it would've been less bad than this. He just stood there and he looked, like there was nothing he could do anymore. It wasn't like Wally to give up. It wasn't like him at all, but he couldn't find the strength to fight anymore.
"Run, Wally" she said and she turned around, taking a few steps.
"This is not you destiny. Run and make sure your life won't be like this. Run, don't ever stop. I love you, don't forget that. I'm sorry, Wally… I'm sorry…"
He watched her leave, feeling his heart shattering, breaking. It was like she ripped it out and smashed it into pieces. Like a heroic deed, he said: "Roselyn."
She stopped.
"Wally?"
"Do you remember my promise to you?"
"Yes, I do."
"I won't break my promises, Rosy," his voice sounded so empty as he added, "I won't."
She didn't answer anymore, she just left.
He didn't feel the pain anymore. Without a word, he turned around. His whole world was ripped apart. The words kept repeating in his head. He bit on his lip. Feeling like he was some kind of worn out doll, without anything inside left he started running.
He ran, without looking back. Tears stream down his face. He forgot the world, he forgot how it felt to be whole. The only thing he knew was what he promised her: he would love her. For ever.
Wally felt the tears coming again.
Oh, he could remember that day so good.
Like it happened yesterday.
He could remember that day.
It was the day he first started running. He never slowed down, he never stopped and now, now it was too late. There was no way he could stop and face his past. He was too far gone.
He could remember that day.
It was the day she broke his heart, leaving him alone to bleed. His whole life was only in function of that. Running, running and never stop. Further, further, no looking back. Joking, laughing, but feeling… no… he had no time to feel. No time to think, no need to. Only further, further with that life. And now, he reached the point he was getting tired of running. But he couldn't stop anymore.
He could remember that day.
It was the day she killed him.
So… that was my chapter! Hope you like it. I know it almost only flashbacks. This is my 'answer' on Lakariana's 'question'. This is how Wally got his powers and I know they don't match with the series. The last flashback was of Roselyn leaving him. I know it sucks, it doesn't even come close of how he must've felt. But well, anyways.
Tell me what you think, please. I don't really like this chapter, so please tell me what you think and how I could improve it. If you have any 'question' or 'request' for my story, just tell me, I'll see what I can do. Visit my profile page, and tell me which story I should write after this one. So, that was everything. I still don't own Justice League. 'cause if I would… I've would've… Oh, well, never mind! D
And everyone who reviewed: I still love you guys, and I always will! 3
