Thanks for the review! Again, don't know much about Flash's past before the League so if this is wrong just imagine I'm not an idiot and that it is right. It works for the story.
By the way, this story may get confusing before the end...I'm a bit confused myself, not sure how to reach the ending. Don't get me wrong I know what the ending will be; it's just how to get there without letting too much slip. Well let's try anyway!
The doctor opened the door and Wally shuffled into the dark room. The doctor flicked on the light by the bedside and pulled up a chair.
"Thank you doctor Cleans." Wally said, sitting down and moving closer to the still figure.
"Are you sure you don't want me to look at those wounds?" the doctor asked looking over his glasses at the young man. "I heard that was quite a fight. She's lucky The Flash showed up...it could have been a lot worse." Wally felt his emotions mix again.
"I'm okay doctor. I got a friend to check me up before I came. I just want to be with her." Wally reached out for Linda's hand and held it between his own hands.
"I'll just go tell your other friend the situation." Doctor Cleans said, closing the door too.
"Thank you." Wally whispered. "Linda?" Wally looked for a reaction but the only response was the steady beeping of her pulse. "I never understood why you always stayed with me Linda. I'm always rash and...and pig headed, it was just a matter of time before someone got hurt." He sighed and stroked her cheek.
"Before I only ever had to deal with the minor bad guys; the robbers and thieves. Never had to deal with mass corporate owners or aliens or the Four Horsemen." He took a shaky breath. "Why does everyone I love get hurt?" he sobbed thinking about his parents and the rest of his family.
"Because it happens when you become a hero." Diana said as she clicked the door shut. "Bruce is talking to the doctor." She added, pulling up another chair and sitting next to him. "Are you okay?"
Wally growled, his forehead on his hand that held Linda's. "Why does everyone keep asking that?" Wally sighed, trying to keep the frustration from his voice.
"Because we care Wally. You're the youngest of us and as much as you hate it we will always be watching after you. You're like a brother it me." She said touching his hand.
"I just want to deal with this Princess...on my own." Wally felt the confusion and brought his hands to his face, burying the tears into the cupped palms. Diana's face was etched with sorrow and pity as she stepped out of her chair and sat on the arm of his chair, pulling him into her shoulder in a hug.
"I know you want to be able to handle this on your own. But we want to help." She pleaded. "You've lost special people in your life, I can tell because Bruce does exactly the same. Except you can make me laugh...or roll my eyes." Wally sobbed a laugh into her shoulder, the tears still falling free.
She smiled lightly, tilting her head and resting it on his red hair. "We want to help you, but we can't if you shut us out. Bruce does the same, but you're rarely like that...only ever on you past." She mused the last thought. "Just let us be there Wally. You've been through an ordeal. You should have to face that alone."
Wally sniffed slightly and leant on her shoulder. "I know...I know. I just need to understand this." He said shakily.
"Then lets go through this later." She said, the two lapsing in to silence as they watched Linda's pulse snake across the computer monitor. The two still huddled together.
Death set down the horse and jumped off first, leaving her son where he sat. He took the rains, shuffled forward and trotted Ossa up to the old house door, blocking Death's entrance.
"Are you alright mum?" he asked, looking down at her and nodding to the steady stream of blood down her head.
"I'm fine son. Just a bit disappointed." She said. "It wasn't you!" she added at the look on his face. "I'm still trying to get back to things...but that was fun." She nodded, licking at the blood over her lips.
Muerte smiled and jumped off Ossa. "How about a night out in LA?" he asked, hugging Death. "To celebrate your return." Death laughed with her son and nodded.
"Give me an hour to clean up and get changed." She said, opening the door for him. She was just about to follow when Plague sat down Portador so hard that the horse exploded out and reformed beside the standing Plague.
"We need to talk!" he growled. Death gulped silently and motioned for Muerte to go on in. Pestilence and Famine also set down and quickly dashed for the door. "Lets take a walk sis." Plague said pointing to the side of the house where a field of Apple trees stood. Death nodded silently and followed.
They reached the edge of the field when he finally spoke. "What happened D? Why didn't you let him kill her?" he kept his eyes forward and his word sharp. The field blocking her vision behind she continued forward.
"Because I want his first to be Wally West. Revenge tastes even better." Death purred to her brother. "Remember our first kills bro?" she asked a smile twisted onher face, a glint in her eye.
"Don't lie to me!" Plague roared, grabbing her skinned elbow and pulling her round. "Don't lie sis!" he barked, pinning her against a tree and grabbing her round the throat.
"I don't want him to follow in our path Plague." She gasped.
"Like the argument this morning?" he asked.
"What?" he tightened his grip cutting her off. "What...argument?" she chocked. So she hasn't beaten the drug. He thought calmly to himself. Good!
"Doesn't matter D. So why are you stopping him from killing then?" he asked, slightly calmer, releasing her.
"Because I don't want him to get hurt. I wanted him to have a choice as to what he wanted to do." She said. "So he won't regret his decision in the future and think I forced him into it." she explained, rubbing her throat.
"You mean you want our line to die!" he growled, rage boiling back up.
"No!" Death whimpered, backing away as the plants around them both began to die from a black mist that rose from the ground. "No. I...I just want him to know he had a choice. That's all. I know he would have picked this." She said, watching the plants die.
The mist receded and Plague glanced coldly at his sister. "It better not happen again." He warned her, stalking out of the field.
Death collapsed to the floor, a mixture of anger and fear on her face. Do I want him to follow in my footsteps? Something's telling me he'll regret his decision...but why? What am I forgetting? She thought in frustration. Lifting her head to the sky she jumped up and screamed.
The shock force destroyed the plant near her as a black shadow radiated outward, disintegrating everything to death. The shadow swirled round and round until it span up to the sky creating a tornado of darkness. Death closed her eyes past her rage and confusion and let the darkness take her up into the sky, feeling for blood. Feeling for a place to vent her full rage and fear. Searching for and answer.
"Diana?" Bruce opened the door and stopped as he saw Wally. He had his head on Diana shoulder, his chest rising and falling slowly, almost equaling that of Linda's.
"He just fell asleep." Diana whispered, gently moving his head and putting his folded coat under his head.
"How is he?" he asked holding the door open for her.
"Trying to figure out what to do...what to feel." She said, waiting for the door to close. "What did the doctor say?" she asked with concern.
"She'll be okay, possible concussion but nothing broken." He paused, trying to think of put it. "She is in a heavy coma though. She'll wake up but it's a matter of time. It could be days, weeks..." he trailed off.
"Months or years." She finished, realization washing over her. "He'll be mad. He'll feel more guilt, and more confusion." She said, sitting outside the room. "J'ohn said he was loosing his faith in what he believed he was doing. Is it true?" she asked watching as Bruce sat down.
"Yes." He sighed, for the first time showing how tired he was by rubbing his face. "He's young, he shouldn't be doubting what he does. He's guilty for killing Death and making Muerte want revenge." He glanced at Diana. "He was going to tell Clark and J'ohn what she had said to make him doubt what he did but then they contacted him. So he never told." Bruce explained. He thought for a moment as Diana stared into the wall.
"I'm going to head to the Watch Tower." He said, getting to his feet.
"What?" she asked.
"I understand that he's hiding something...maybe Muerte let something slip when he attacked him at the Tower." He explained. "I'll send John or Clark down." He added, walking swiftly down the dark corridor.
"Okay." Diana muttered, settling back in her chair. It was going to be a long night.
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