I DON'T OWN JL, BUT IF ANYBODY WANTS TO GIVE IT TO ME FOR X-MAS. I'LL BE FOREVER GRATEFUL. MORE FLASH EPISODES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rocks, eggs and garbage hit John's orb with a thud as they entered into D.C.
" Freaks!"
" Traitor!"
" Bastards!" Flash watched the people in shock,
" This many people don't like us? Man." At least a thousand people were crowded in front of Capitol Hill. Most were carrying sighs and chanting slurs,
" This almost reminds me of the civil rights movement, never thought it would happen again in this magnitude." Flash shook his head grimly, " That's a little beyond my time, Pops. I've never seen anything like this." A large brick sailed upwards, bouncing harmlessly against the shield. A voice came up with it,
" Death to the Hawk Bitch!" Several others began taking up the cry, " Die, Hawkgirl, Die. Death to the traitor."
Flash shouted at them angrily, " You guys are—"
" Enough Flash. Do not provoke them."
" But John…"
" Wally, they are a mob. It won't take much for them to start a riot." He landed next to Superman, who was standing with the other Leaguers in front of Congress.
" How long have they been out here?"
" Nearing six hours. My guess is that they're trying to pressure Congress into passing that act." Flash ducked a flying can and bent down to toss it back into the crowd,
" Wally." Flash grumbled but dropped the item. They continued to wait in silence until a tall, pale man walked out of the building. Clearly upset that he had been chosen to speak to the crowd, he shuffled to the podium and took a deep breath,
" Uhhh…your act has been review and…it has been decided that…ummm…we need more time." The cries of outrage filled everyone's ears and Superman was forced to step in front of the man to protect him from the barrage of rocks and other projectiles.
" Get him out of here!" Diana flew forward and grabbed the man, taking him back inside the safety of the building. She and Superman walked back inside John's protective orb. Flash was spluttering indigently,
" They need more time?!? They are actually considering passing those maniacs demands?"
" We do live in a democracy."
" Thanks for the government lesson. Now, if you don't mind, I'm gonna head home." He waited for a moment until John had created an opening before running out. Before any of the protesters could realize he was gone, he was home.
" He seems upset by this. More so then any of us."
" Maybe it's the factions name. I mean he is technically the only meta-human among us."
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Flash's trek home usually including stopping by the orphanage to see Mrs. Crenshaw and the kids, this time though he skidded to a halt in horror. Bright red flames shot out from the windows of the orphanage. The red bricks were now scorched black and small pieces of flaming objects were being flickered out of the broken windows.
" Oh god no." Cries could be heard around of the corner and Flash followed them.
" Flash!" Mrs. Crenshaw cried out. She looked busy and flustered. Most of the children were ashy faced and others were coughing deeply.
" Are they all out, Mrs. C.?" She quickly restarted her count and stopped in horror,
" No. No, where's Dennis? I can't find Dennis!" Flash held up a hand,
" Get them out of here. Call the cops. I'll go get Dennis." She nodded and began shooing children away from the area. Flash rushed into the building, the heat of the flames was already overwhelming,
" Supes!" He coughed into his comm. Link,
" What's the matter?"
" Somebody set fire to the…" He paused to let out a string of coughs, " The orphanage!" A few embers fell onto his hand, burning him, " Damn it!"
" Are you alright?"
" I'm inside. There's a kid missing."
" We're on our way." Flash clicked off the link and continued to the next floor,
" DENNIS!" He yelled. He paused once more; dimly he could hear the cries of a child and followed it. A small boy was huddled by his bed, sobbing softly, covering his head with his hands.
" Flash!" Flash grinned and ripped off the sheets from the bed, covering the boy with it and picking him up,
" Ready to go?" The boy nodded into his shoulder and Flash ran out of the destroyed orphanage.
" Well done, Flash, well done." Flash coughed and set the boy down. Turning to face the voice, he stepped in front of the child,
" Dennis. Mrs. Crenshaw and the others are by the bus, can you get to them?" The boy nodded and mumbled,
" 'Fanks," He tumbled off, dragging the sheet behind him.
" Who are you?"
" My name is of little importance." Flash growled,
" Did you do this?" He asked pointing to the flaming ruins of his childhood home,
" And if I did?" Flash held up a fist, but the man raised a hand to stop him, " Listen to me, Wally West." Flash dropped his arms,
" I-I don't understand."
" Of course you don't, Wally. Nephew to Barry Allen, the second Flash." Wally took a step back, " You started out as Kid Flash and when your uncle died, you took up his name, about six years ago."
" How do you know?"
" I know everything about you and your friends, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Princess Diana, John Stewart, J'onn J'onnz, and Shayera Hol." He laughed at the look on Wally's face,
" I'm here to offer you a warning. If you and the other Leaguers do not stand down, more of these 'accidents' will occur."
The man smiled under his black hat,
" I hope I have made myself clear. I have heard that you are not exactly the brightest League member. The next target will die if you do not corporate."
Flash growled at the man, " The Earth was made for humans, not freaks like you! Do you understand?" He asked in a condescending tone,
" I understand that you're a terrorist. Plain and simple." He ran for the man. He punched and let out a gasp of surprise when the man disappeared and reappeared behind him,
" Trust me Wally. It is never that simple." He disappeared once more, this time dropping an envelope and not reappearing.
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The man stooped and placed the video cassette onto the ground in front if the other men,
" We have already delivered three messages." A man with a brown haired ponytail and a sharp suit laughed shortly,
" Did you offer the choice to the human ones?" The red headed man shook his head,
" Not yet, McKay. We will on the next sight." The shortest man fumbled slightly,
" We're any children hurt?" He asked in a wheezy voice,
" Unfortunately no, Samuel." Samuel glared at the redhead,
" Listen to me, Rudolph—"
" Enough you two," McKay growled, " Mr. Ellington apologize to Mr. West, if you will." Samuel muttered a halfhearted apology under his breath that Rudolph waved off.
" McKay, why do you insist that no civilians be hurt? I believe that would send a greater message to the freaks." McKay nodded in agreement,
" Indeed it would. But we're here to protect humans from creatures like your son." Samuel dropped the stack of papers he had been searching through with a gasp,
"Son? Who's your son?" Rudolph grinned wickedly,
" Wally West. My son is the Flash."
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GOOD LORD! REALLY!! BUT I THOUGHT WALLY WAS AN ORPHAN? DIDN'T HIS DAD DIE OR WAS IT STAGED?