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A Speedster's Providence
Unit 41
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Her world had never seemed so dull.
She was sure her hair was a shade paler than it usually was. She had also slimmed down considerably.
She had been in the hospital for three months already. She was sick and tired of being sick and tired.
And not to mention it also meant that she had missed three months of school already. From what she'd been told from her mother – both she and Wallis' father had been released months earlier – Wallis would most likely have to repeat the current year.
Fat chance of that happening. She was indubitably graduating early.
That was on her milestone sheet. But of course, it took the backseat to 'Regain full function of legs' – everything did really.
All she'd have to do is wait a few more months. In just a few months' time, she'd be able to leave the hospital. She'd leave in a wheel chair either with or without the promise of crutches for future use.
That was how it was going to be this time around, but she'd accept it. Because Wallis swore that the next time she leaves a hospital – it'd be on her own two fully healed feet.
Unit 42
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It was an easy thing to do – to choke out a sob story about wanting a change of scenery. Wallis would be the first and the last to admit that she was, to some degree, manipulative.
But she needed to be around The Flash as much as possible. She needed him to let the secret of how he got his powers to slip. She didn't remember – for the life of her she couldn't remember how he got his powers – so she planned on staying particularly close to Barry Allen.
It was simple enough – playing the depressed minor whose only source of smiles and laughter was her Uncle. It helped that her counsellor had picked up on this (deliberate) behaviour too.
She was going to spend the next couple of months in Central City – whose main hospital also had a better SCI unit than the one in Blue Valley. She honestly wasn't looking forward to continuing the rehabilitation process though.
Already she'd had enough with the physical therapy, occupational therapy, therapy-therapy, the passive exercises, not to mention that fact that her dignity had all been shot to hell…it was all so tedious.
Wallis didn't know how much more she could take.
Unit 43
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"Rogues?" Wallis hummed as she fiddled with her hair. It had gotten longer. It was almost down to her waist and she was considering cutting it – but how much shorter she wasn't sure. "That's actually a cool name."
"You'd think that," Barry chuckled from behind her. As it was now, the two were strolling through Central City Park. Or rather, Barry was strolling as he pushed Wallis along in her wheelchair.
It had become routine – for Barry or Iris to accompany Wallis out of the house whenever either of them got off of work early enough. She went out with Barry more often than she did with Iris though. Surprisingly, Iris' job was the one with the more irregular work hours.
That wasn't to say that Barry hadn't done his fair share of 'Flashing' away when the needs arose.
Truthfully, Wallis felt slightly remorseful. This was her aunt and uncle's first year of marriage. Having to take care of their paraplegic niece couldn't be easy for them. But they'd yet to show anything other than love.
Wallis felt incredibly lucky.
She only hoped that her luck would continue, especially since she was planning to, more or less, blow herself up.
Unit 44
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With a thunderstorm raging just outside the Allen's home, Wallis felt like she was making herself out to be Frankenstein.
Because, here she was in her uncle's lab, after months of meticulous planning – weather analyses, Flash research, weeding information out of Barry– about to recreate an experiment all in the name of self-gain.
She should end up alive – she had gotten a hold of Barry's notes. They had been easy enough to follow and if Barry was thorough about anything – it was his work (as Flash and as a CSI).
Wallis stared up at the cabinet of chemicals apprehensively – it had been quite the task to set them up as they needed to be and without Barry noticing. It was a good thing that he was away on League business and with Iris in thinking that she was in her room asleep – this was Wallis' best chance.
Yet Wallis wondered – what exactly was she to do now? Simply wait?
"What? Do I need to say something?" the red-head grouched when nothing seemed to be happening. "What am I supposed to say? Shazam?"
Of course, as if the universe was humouring her, it was at that moment that lightning struck.
Unit 45
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If Wallis had been in any other world, she knew that she would have either died or been admitted in a hospital for treatment of third degree burns, never to fully heal from the wounds sustained.
What else would one expect if one was bathed in electrically charged chemicals in a lab that exploded there after?
It had burnt, then, as more and more electricity passed throughout her entire form, it felt as if each and every one of her cells became ionized and attempted to leave the confines of her body all at once.
It had been sensory overload and after a while, Wallis had gone completely numb and had blacked out.
Mercifully, she was in the DC universe and experiments like the one she had carried out usually made for the beginnings of origin stories.
So Wallis didn't end up in that place she had been in before she was Wallis but after she was that other girl. Instead, she awoke in the hospital, with doctors marvelling over how she was largely, miraculously unharmed.
But whether or not this was her 'origin' story, Wallis thought it was too soon to tell.
Nonetheless, never had she been more hopeful.
A/N: I considered delaying Wallis setting up her experiment until the next drabble set, but I got kind of restless and so...here you go. Remember these are snapshots of Wallis' life/moments of Wallis' life, so they won't always seem to flow. Can you tell I was winging it with the descriptions in the latter drabble? Cuz I was...meh.
Next drabble set, we'll see the fallout of Wallis' lil experiment. Already, I know a particular Speedster that is upset with her. I know that this may seem slow going but exciting things are ahead. With all that said, I may not update for a while, I'm gonna be concentrating on my other (neglected) stories...of course if I'm struck with inspiration for this fic, I'll write and update. We'll see how it goes.
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