Well lets go...I'm just going to try one more chapter...without a review that tells me I suck at sequels. Well I do have another story in progress; I might try to post it on Saturday!

Wally sat in the seat, ripped off his mask and started the Javelin off. He sighed as he left the atmosphere and settled back to think.

"Wally? You there?"

"I'm near the Watch Tower John." He said into the communicator. "Be there in two!" he added before signing off and disconnecting the link, not wanting to talk.

"Wally?" John looked at the microphone on the desk. "Damn! He cut me off!" he cried in shock.

"He just needs time to think." Shayera said, sitting next to him.

"But he's like a brother. I don't want to see him suffer!" John rubbed his face.

"But he needs to clear his head John." She looked up at the screen. "Here he comes." She pointed to the approaching ship as he entered the Docking Bay.

Wally walked down the ramp, his head hanging and his mind reeling. He reached the bottom before he looked up to see Batman in full costume by the door.

"What? Finally figure it out?" he muttered angrily.

"Yes." He uncrossed his arms. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Not exactly the topic of choice." He said walking past Bruce. He stuck out his arm and grabbed Wally's, spinning him round so he could look him in the face.

"You've endangered so many lives now!" he growled. "Heroes aren't selfish, we think of others before ourselves."

"Maybe I'm not a hero!" Wally growled, pulling his arm away. "Maybe she is right, maybe we do create them. Then who's in the wrong!" he snarled into Bruce's face before running off.

John and Shayera were walking towards the bay when they saw a flash of red. "Wally!" John called. "What did you say?" he yelled, grabbing Batman round the arm.

"John! This isn't helping!" Shayera said, pulling him off Bruce. "Let' go find him." She suggested, glaring at Bruce and led the way down the corridor. John just grunted, glanced back at Bruce and followed.

Wally stopped when he saw the wall coming up. He breathed deep and bent over trying not to breakdown. He finally looked and saw the destruction of the evidence room. Cursing himself he began to back out the room until he saw the glint from beneath the shattered glass.

He walked over and shifted some of it a side, the laptop lay beside the object as it sparkled at Wally. He reached out a hand and carefully picked it up, holding the handle and gulped. He remembered that point.

Holding it up slightly he examined the end, a million thoughts running through his head.

I killed her with this!

But she killed others with this.

Her Son would have inherited it.

I would have been killed with this!

I wonder whom else she's killed with this?

Who else would she have killed with this?

Many more flickered through his mind, his breathing sped up as his heart rate increased. Memories of the dagger in his shoulder, the slashing across his chest, the gleam and the pain.

Everything stopped.

The end! He gasped and held the blade to his heart. The easy way out? Closing his eyes, only one thought controlled his mind.

"Wally?" John moved into the destroyed room. "You here?" he looked round.

"Yeah!" John turned round and saw Wally on the windowsill, one arm draped over his knees as he looked out of the window. In his hand was one of Death's daggers.

"You Okay?" he asked.

"I don't know." He whispered, gazing at the dagger. "I..." he paused.

"Wally..."

"Guys! Plagues on the screen!" Shayera cried, running into the room. "He...Wally?"

"Lets go." He got up and went to the meeting room where J'ohn and Superman sat watching the screen.

"I do hope my sister wasn't threatening you Flash?" Plague said as Wally pulled on his mask before stepping with in Plague's sight.

"Same old." He snarled.

"Power does that to people." He glared over his shoulder. "They forget who put them there." He continued. In the background Flash saw Death and Muerte, heads close together whispering. Pestilence moved into the back and joined them with Famine close behind.

"It happens!" he smiled sarcastically. "What's your point?"

"Well you could make this easy and we'll take our souls and go." He said. "Or..."

"Or we could just kill him!" Death shouted from behind Plague, who rolled his eyes and turned to face her.

"My plan sis. You were never truly in charge!" he smiled, turning back to the screen. "Where was I? Oh yes. Or we could just fight this out."

"Oh goody! I get to try out my new powers." Death trilled form behind, dancing up to the camera.

"You've flipped at last sis!" Plague sighed. "As I was saying. Which would you prefer?"

Wally opened his mouth to answer when Death appeared behind Plague.

"I choose to kill you!" she whispered, bringing her blade over Plague's throat and ripping it open. The camera splattered with blood, turning the picture red and Plague sank to the floor. Pestilence ran behind the camera and pointed it down to where the pool of blood was gradually increasing.

"Great job D!" he sniggered from behind the camera, his feet shuffling back from the pool.

"Thanks!" she bent down and grabbed Plague's hair. He gargled in protest and flayed a hand in front of him. "Never tried to drain a family life force. Well now's a better time than any!" she pulled off her glove with her teeth and spat it on the floor, watching as the blood collected around it.

She tilted her head to the side and watched the blood for a second longer. "Everything looks so different." She purred before looking back at her brother. "I'm going to miss you brother." Then she clamped a hand over his face. He screamed in pain as a black mist crawled out of his chest and hit Death in the chest.

She fell back in the pool and thrashed about. Muerte and her brothers moved in carefully and watched her wide eyes and still chest.

"D?" Pestilence whispered.

Her body jerked as she gasped for breath. Staring up she began to laugh, her hair soaked in blood and her coat slick with it. "That was fun!" she cackled, sitting up and staring into the camera. "I'll be seeing you tonight." She laughed, holding up a bloody hand to the side of the camera and switched it off.

"Wally?" Diana asked as she moved into the room.

"She really isn't all that good." Wally whispered, facing the screen. "I know what I have to do now!" he said, slamming the dagger into the wall. "Are you with me?" he asked, turning finally to face the others, the fire in his eye.

"Yes!" Batman answered as the others nodded. "We're with you till the end!"

Nearly there! Please...Please...Please review! Good or Bad. I want to know! Please!