Blood rushed through his body, his feet stomped into the pavement as he made his way from Fifth Avenue in Central to Town Hall. His breath was labored, his fists were clenched, how dare they!

Kid Flash stopped in front of the Town Hall, eyebrows furrowed. They shut it down, they shut down his home, how dare they do that?! They had no right, and all to just build some stupid government building in that area. This wasn't right, and he was a hero, so he was going to make this right.

"Look, Flash boy!" Said someone from the crowd that was quickly forming around him. They stared at him with adoration in their eyes, unaware of the rage that was constantly building up in Wally's body. They encircled him, closing his space up even more. He was starting to feel caged, standing there, outside of Town Hall with a crowd of people invading his personal space and feeling happy while his childhood home was destroyed... and they had the audacity to smile at him, the overweight man who smelled of cigarettes and cheap cologne even dared to put his hand on his shoulder.

"Ey, Flash boy, can I get an au-" the man was cut off as he found himself flying through the air. He landed on the steps leading into the building, knocking his head audibly against the marble. The crowd screamed in horror at what happened. That man was surely dead, they didn't even get to see him in the air, he had been thrown at super speed.

Wally stood there, horrified by his actions. He stared at his gloved hands, what did he do? He threw that man, and given the speed at which he threw him, he was most certainly dead. He ignored the screams of the people and sped over to the unconscious man.

"Get away!"

"Monster!"

"Villain!"

Wally checked for a pulse... none. He was dead.

He killed someone.

He killed a man.

He was a murderer.

He was like HIM.

...

The screams of the crowd came to a halt, their lips stopped moving, their motion ceased as Wally took in what he had done.

...

A chuckle escaped his lips. He stood up and looked at the crowd of people. They stared back with a mixture of horror, disgust, and more prominently, fear. They feared him. The people that he swore to protect, the people that he swore to give his life for were afraid of him... and he loved it!

He sped over to a woman who was holding her children behind her.

"What, scared of little old me?" He asked, a twisted smile on his face. He leaned to the side to get a better view of the kids.

"Look, let me show you how it feels to lose what you hold most dear to your life." He said, speaking to the woman, who at this point had tears streaming down her face.

He sped both boys away from her and to the top of the Town Hall steps. The mother screamed for her children and started to run but was caught by some of the other bystanders.

"Let me show all of you what this twisted town has done to the orphanage. Without homes for them to go to, this is what will happen to the children!" Wally yelled. He held up his hand for all to see and started vibrating it. Confused, the crowd stared, cautious of what he was going to do with his hand, and before they could work out what he was going to do, he shoved it through the chest of the first boy. A look of horror froze itself on the lifeless face of the boy as he fell down the steps, ending up in front of his screaming mother.

"Jonathan! No! Please God no!" She screamed.

"See?! Don't you understand that this is what is going to happen to them if you don't do something?!" Yelled Wally, shoving his hand through the other boy's chest.

The same story happened, a look of horror froze itself on his young features as his life slipped away from him. He rolled to his brother's side, where his mother cradled them both, sobbing uncontrollably.

Wally smiled, "you might not want to be near them, dear, you might find their attitudes to be a bit ... explosive."

The mother looked at him with a mixture of both hatred and confusion, and at that moment, the boy's chests exploded, organs flew into the air and rained down on the crowd. The absolute horror was hilarious! Wally laughed, his point had been made, the city officials had seen what had happened, and if they didn't care about what would happen to the kids, they would at least care about what happened to them and their families.

Wally woke up in a cold sweat, his hands were clammy and his throat was dry. What was that? What type of nightmare was that?! That was horrible! He couldn't believe what he had done. He pulled the blanket off of himself and he sat on the edge of his bed. He ran his hand through his sweat matted hair, his breath was labored, he needed to calm down. He reached for the cool glass of water that he always had on his night table and chugged it.

That nightmare was horrible, the worst that he has ever had. In the past he of course has had dreams where he was the villain instead of the hero, but they weren't as bad or as vivid as this one.

He rubbed his hand, he swore he could still feel the hearts of the poor boys he had murdered.

The following night he had another nightmare, this time he was back in the forest fighting Clayface, and when he shoved the taser into him, he shifted into M'gann. She screamed in pain but she didn't explode like the real Clayface had, instead, she stared at him in horror before she passed away.

All of his nights passed like this, nightmare after nightmare. Eventually he had completely given up on sleeping, what was the point if he was going to witness all of his friends and family be brutally murdered by him? That was not what he wanted to see every time he closed his eyes. But not sleeping had it's disadvantages, for starters he lacked the usual energy that he had, and not only did he notice it, so did everyone else.

"Hey, Wally, you good? It seems like you haven't slept in ages dude." Said Robin sitting next to him on the sofa in the living room of the Cave.

Wally rubbed his eyes, "I'm fine dude, honestly, I just haven't been sleeping well as of late."

"What's wrong, speak to me." Dick placed his hand on Wally's shoulder.

Wally shook his head, "it's just... I... I've been having nightmares, and I don't know what to do about them."

"Tell me." Robin coaxed. Wally rubbed his face with his hands.

"I've had these nightmares where I'm the bad guy, the villain, and I've had these dreams before, but now they seem a bit more real, much more personal, and... tempting."

"Tempting?"

Tempting? Where did that come from? He didn't mean to say that... but did he? Sitting here right next to Robin, he felt something stirring within him. Something small, something bad, something horrible. He gasped, he knew what it was. It was anger. He felt a deep seeded anger for his friend. How dare he not be able to help his childhood home, he knew what it meant to him. He knew that the orphanage was what made him who he was. He knew all of this and yet he did nothing.

"Never mind about that, Dick. Let's talk a bit about Mrs. Winchester's orphanage. Did you know the city wants to close it down?" Dick took his hand away from Wally's shoulder.

"I-I didn't know. That's awful." He said, eyebrows raised in concern behind those dark blue sunglasses of his.

Really? He didn't know anything?! "You don't know anything? Anything at all?" He asked, green eyes darkening as he moved closer to Dick.

Dick shifted away from him. "No, but I can try to help."

Try to help?! He didn't want to help at all!

"That would be nice, thanks, Dick." Wally said through gritted teeth, fists clenched.

"Wally, your hand, it's vibrating." Said Dick, pointing at his right hand.

Wally looked down at his hand, it was vibrating! Wally yelled in surprise and shook his hand, stopping the vibration.

"Whoah," said Dick, staring at his hand, "you've never done that before. I guess Barry ended up teaching you how to compartmentalize after all." He chuckled.

Wally stared at his hand, an empty expression on his face. His hand was vibrating like in his dream.

"N-no... I need to go," he said, and before Dick could say anything, he sped out of the cave.

"That was odd."

Happy Harbor passed by in a blur, his breath was labored. How in the world did this happen? He let his anger get the best of him and he became the monster in his dreams. He needed to calm down.

Warm sand met M'gann's feet, she strolled around on the beach, overlooking the sunset as it touched the horizon. She drank in the salty air, it was good for her, she needed to clear her mind. With everything that had happened last week, she was lucky that she hadn't had a neural implosion. She walked a bit more of distance before she felt something tug at her mind. It was small and distant, but as she walked, she could feel it growing in strength. It was turmoil she was feeling, inner turmoil.

She scanned the area for the source and found a person in yellow sitting on top of a rock that overlooked the sea. She made her way over to them, and as she got near enough, she discovered that it was Wally. Wally was feeling conflicted, she could feel it from afar. His knees were brought up to his chest and he was gripping his right hand hard. Something was wrong.

"Wally?" She asked, making her way to him.

Wally jumped, he turned to her, eyebrows raised. "M'gann... w-what are you doing here?"

He looked afraid, but not of her. "I was taking a stroll along the coast, what are you doing here?" She said, sitting next to him.

He shifted a bit away from her, "I needed somewhere to clear my mind."

"Yeah, I didn't mean to intrude but I could feel your suffering from afar." She said.

Wally shook his head stiffly, "it's fine."

She fixed her eyes on the sunset, seemingly melting herself with the beauty of the sky and the water. "You know, I'm here for anything, you can talk to me."

Looking down at his hand, Wally struggled to nod. "M'gann," he started, turning to look at the floor in front of her, "... am I a good person?" He asked, finally meeting her eyes.

Her gaze turned to his, she could see unshed tears waiting to be released. Something had happened to him to make him believe that he wasn't a good person, and the pain that it caused him was unbearable for her. She felt something as she looked at him, it wasn't pity, it was something more, something that she hated herself for feeling, especially for him.

"Wally, you're one of the kindest and most nicest people that I have ever met in my life, why would you ever think otherwise?"

He wiped at his eyes, "because... I... let me start from the beginning, when I was a kid I was abused, badly, my parents had this burning hatred for me. I never understood it as a kid, I didn't know why they hated me so much. But what I did know was that I didn't deserve any love, that I didn't deserve to be treated as a human being. I lived like this for nine long years, nine years of hatred, nine years of pure self loathing, and then something magical happened. Something that I didn't think could happen to a kid like me." He said, eyes afresh with new tears, he was looking at the sunset, living his story.

"This amazing man heard my screams from the outside and he burst in through the door. He saved me from that life, he took me to this small little orphanage in one of the many suburbs of Central. When I first got there, I was so confused when Mrs. Winchester, she was the one who ran the orphanage, when she gave me a hug. I flinched when she went in for one, I didn't know what a hug was!" A bitter laugh escaped his lips. M'gann wiped her eyes from her own tears.

"She had to teach me what it meant to be loved by someone, and most importantly, she taught me how to love myself. So, while that man had saved me from my abusive home, it was Mrs. Winchester that had saved me from myself." He said, smiling.

"When I was twelve, that man had come back with his wife, a red headed woman called Iris, from them I learned that she was my Aunt, and that the man who had saved me was called Barry. They adopted me and took me home, and they taught me what it was like to be loved by parents. And I will always be grateful for them, they turned me into the person that I am today." M'gann nodded. She felt that something at the pit of her stomach grow stronger as she listened to him. This boy had gone through so much in his life, and he was barely fifteen, and he somehow managed to walk with a smile.

"A few days ago I found out that the city wants to close down the orphanage. They want to build something on top of it but they can't while it is still there and functional. And thusly they stopped funding it, any type of charity is taken away. My Aunt kept this a secret from me and Mrs. Winchester." M'gann gasped.

"She doesn't know?" Wally shook his head, "she can't know, it would take away any hope that she has left, that's what my Aunt says, I told her that it's not up to her to decide what Mrs. Winchester does or does not know."

"And you're right," she said, placing her hand on his shoulder.

His shoulders slacked at the touch, he sighed and let his hands drop, his body relaxed.

"And I just felt this deep anger and I couldn't help but compare myself to him, my father."

M'gann shook her head, "Wally, you could never be like that, you felt anger, an injustice had been done to innocent people, you have the right to be angry."

He placed his hand on hers.

"But just remember that anger can not be the solution to your problems."

He nodded, "you're really good at this, M'gann," he chuckled, "you could leave Canary out of a job."

They both laughed at his joke, his hand on top of hers. She had noticed that they had their hands were touching, that she was so close to him and that his lips looked tempting. That feeling had grown so strong within her that there was no use in denying what it was, it was affection.

No, this was bad, there was no way that she could have feelings for Wally. Not him. Not after Clayface, she couldn't bear to think... no.

The sun had now set over them, the stars were coming into their kingdom. "I'd better get going," she said, removing her hand from his and getting up.

Wally stood up as well, "yeah, me too, Aunt Iris gets irritated if I'm not home before dinner, if I am late, she sends Uncle Barry to come find me."

"Well, good bye," she said before flying off.

"Good bye," he said, a genuine smile on his face.