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I'm slowing down on my updates, I'll try to update every other day, but I'm starting my Forensic Diploma on Monday, so fingers crossed that this year goes well.
Consciousness slowly came to Wally and he wished it hadn't. He awoke to find himself on a cold hard table, strapped down with metal straps. He couldn't move his arms of legs or turn his torso; he could only turn his head from one side to the other.
Bright light shone down on him meaning he couldn't see anything beyond his prison.
He continued to struggle for a few minutes when he heard a sound to his left. Snapping his head round he held back a gasp as a pair of cold blue eyes appeared in the darkness.
"Hello Flash." The figure purred, stepping into the light.
"Wh…who are you?" he asked.
"Illyeria." The woman said, sidling up against the table.
"Down Sister." Another pair of blue eyes flashed in the darkness and a man stepped up beside Illyeria.
"What's going on?" Flash asked.
"You are the next in our masters line of experiments." He told him.
"Our master created us, but further experiments to improve have…not exactly been great." Illyeria pointed behind her where the lights were slowly flickering on to revile men and women, faces twisted in horrifying poses, half melted and warped; Flash's eyes widened in terror.
"The best my sister and I could do was to create people to be like us, but be mindless drones." The man cackled.
"What Garien and I wanted though, is someone to be like us, with extra powers, someone who won't just nod, but will talk with us. Our master wanted you." She touched Flash's masked face. "And he has good taste." She whispered.
Her brother Garien pulled her back. "And you'll get him, once we inject him." He hissed at her, his lips pulled back in a snarl, reviling long, sharp canine teeth that touched his bottom lip.
Illyeria hissed back, her own canine teeth reviled. They both stopped when the metal sliding doors behind them opened.
"The master wishes it to be done right a way." The man said from the doorway, red eyes flashing, standing like a butler or done awaiting a command.
"Good." Garien said, releasing his sister and stepping over to one of the control panels. He punched in a few numbers and a small door opened on the panel to revile a hypodermic syringe. He walked over to Flash and put the needle to his throat.
"We'll see you when you wake up." He said, plunging the needle into Flash's throat. He whimpered at the pain at the side of his neck, and slowly dropped into a dreamless sleep.
He woke once more, not knowing for how long he had been out. He looked around the room and found it dark once more, but something, some instinct told him there was something to his far right. Stretching his neck as far as it would go he caught a blue light. Watching it for a moment and it blinked.
He frowned and watched as it blinked again.
"Awake at last?" he inwardly groaned. "Hello Wally West of Keystone City." Illyeria purred, sitting her self at the edge of the table.
"What now?" Flash asked, inwardly scared.
"You are turned." She whispered, lying down next to, she slung one leg over his right one and her arm across his chest. Slowly that hand slid up to his face where it grasped the edge of his mask and slowly slipped it up and off his head. "Beautiful." She gasped, releasing the mask and letting it fall back onto the table.
She leant down to the side of his head and whispered into his ear. "You'll enjoy eternity with me…my love."
Wally gritted his teeth and moved his face away from her as far as he could stretch.
"You'll come to like me." She promised leaning down to his neck. He gasped as he felt something scratch his throat. Illyeria licked at his neck, lapping up the blood. She hissed at his ear and then sank her teeth into his throat, drawing out a gasp of strange pleasure from Wally.
"Stop." He gasped, trying to pull away.
Just as he felt himself slipping away a crash brought Illyeria up from his neck.
She hissed at the figure floating in the hole in the wall, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth and dripping from her canines. A growl came from deep in her throat as she jumped to her feet and ducking into a fighting stance.
"You wouldn't hit a woman, would you?" she asked Superman.
"I would!" Wonder Woman shouted, racing in and upper cutting Illyeria through the door.
Her brother appeared beside her, helped her up and called in their servants while they escaped.
Shayera flew in and got to the table, unlocking the straps from Flash. "Wally?" she asked, applying pressure to the to puncture wounds on his throat.
"Wings?" came the faint reply.
"I'm here kid." She answered. "I'll get you to help." She said, picking him. "J'ohn? Are the transporters up yet?"
"No Shayera."
"Fly fast!" John shouted carving a path to the hole in the wall.
She nodded and flew out. "And pray he survives the trip." He whispered, turning back to the fight.
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