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Wow, this was familiar.

Tripping through the rain forest at his highest possible speeds, Wally, dressed in his all black and detailed red covert uniform, balanced the entire goal of the mission on his back. Strapped across his chest was a woven like material, plain green, really tight and suffocating. And if that wasn't bad enough, he was also forced to wear a tarp over the steel case to avoid two things, one: keeping the glossy case from reflecting any light and revealing his position to the enemies. And two: if the strap failed (Which he highly doubted.) The tarp would keep any contents from being utterly destroyed in the fall. The ends of the rough blanket was tied brutally around his hands. The fabric was rubbing the skin on his knuckled like some messed up indian rug burn given by an actual rug.

But whats worse is everything he was wearing; the Kevlar padded suit; the fancy new Bat tech running shoes; even the specially designed bulletproof visor, was useless to what Wally was now unexpectedely up against. A pack of raving dogs.

Oh, and not just any raving dogs, tortured and trained to hate the entire Justice League, including their infamous sidekicks, courtesy of Sportsmaster. You're probably thinking "Kid Flash can handle dogs. Just run away." Well, he would beg to differ. This particular pack of mad, mistreated, meta-human hating dogs almost seemed to come out of nowhere from within the forest. Everytime they did their "here's johnny" act, Wally had come too close to losing half his face and nose. How hypocritical. The dogs obviously had to be superpowered or genetically altered to travel fast enough to keep exact pace with the fastest teen alive. Maybe even faster than him.

Zig-zagging through the dense forest like he owned the place, Wally tried his best to avoid any hidey holes or anywhere the dogs could jump-out and surprise him from. Small caves, low hanging trees, the like.

"How's it going out there, KF?" Robin asked, in his head. He was growing to comfortable with hearing voices in his head.

"Oh, just fine. In fact, the view out here is so worth getting eaten alive! You know, if I don't die, I'm might come here for summer vacation."

"That's the spirit. Just keep heading towards the cliffs. The bio-ship is parked just beside the waterfall ready to pick you up, then you'll be dog free."

"Halleujah."

Just when Wally could hear the waterfall and the soft engine of the Bio-ship, a loud cracking sound swept quickly beside him. Before he could turn to face whatever demon stalker had chased him this far, he was thrown to puddled ground faster than-well, faster than Flash could run. Without another thought, he shifted, redirected the backwards fall so the ground would rush up to meet his side instead of the silver, spine smashing case.

After succesfully taking the blow, the air was painfully pulled from his lungs. Something or someone, moved quickly up to him and cut the strap clean in two with what looked like a very blunt knife. The man than nugged the case free. Rolling onto his back, Gasping like a fish out of water, his body denied his request to stand up.

Looking up was like staring straight into washing machine on it's most violent spin cycle, or being inside of one. Two cracks in his goggles split thewhat he could see of the blue sky in halves. All he could make out was a figure, faded around the edges, black and white, fuzzy. The figure was hunched over, or more likely standing straight up on four paws. Two more faded figures appeared behind the larger one that was now prowling up and unto his chest, until coming to stop on the red lightning bolt emblem, which probably looked a lot like a target to the pack. He could feel the hot breath exhale from the dogs nostrils. It was getting ready to charge.

"Well, this is sticky situation, isn't it?" Spoke a snarky voice. It was a smooth and southern voice. He only knew a few villains who had accents as such, and he knew which one it belonged to.

"Sportsmaster?" He whispered low under his breath. Sportsmaster hadn't hear him.

"Kid Flash, I'd like you to meet my best man, Proxy. Proxy, meet Kid Flash."

Proxy then barked in Wally's face, as if actually speaking. Wally flinched, wanting desperately to wipe the spit away from his face, but he didn't want to risk losing his hand.

"Kid? Kid? Hey, man, you there?" Robin's voice entered his head again. It was all cut up some how, coming in to high pitched. Maybe he hit his head in the fall and suffered brain damage.

"Dude!" Wally shouted mentally. "I'm stuck! Sportsmaster just introduced me to his new friend, and I'm pretty sure he wants to have me for dinner."

Robin cursed. He could hear the others now enter his head, arguing and panicking, but their voices were somehow to soft to hear. "We're-Kid-get that-Go NowWWww."

Listening to Sportsmaster now was a harder feat than Wally was expecting, now that the broken teleptahic link was getting busy with voices.

"Took me forever to catch ya kid, but you sure were fun to hunt till now." Ended Sportmaster monologging that Wally was surpised to hear so soon.

"So whats with the dogs, Freddie, were you tired of being called the 'Cat Lady'." Wally said, trying to do what he could to delay. Villain tip number one, they love to talk about themselves and never give up the chance to when given.

"Yeah, something like that." Sportmaster sat the case down beside the red-head, then knelt down next to it, so Wally could see him. "After today, the chasing and the screaming you were doing, never had I accheived that with a common wild cat. Had me a blast!" Sportmaster laughed, which sounded hoarse and abnormal. "I haven't fed my dogs since last week, just in the possibility one of you Superheroes showed up. I knew you would take the bait, being my prospects that you weren't alone. Just like I knew we'd have this little chat." Standing up, the tall sky mask wearing hick turned and began walking away, but not before saying something that made a chill crawl down Wally's numbing spine. "Dig in."

Robin's voice was the last thing he heard before the large paws of the animal thrashed at his face with the speed of a bullet train. Everything just went quiet as his body went into shock. He was suddenly looking at preculiar bush sideways. He could make out a bit of purple in the distance, but the waterfall now sounded unreal, like he had imagined it earlier. The Bio-Ship.

So close, yet he never felt so far away. He squeezed his eyes closed.

His face was numb. Judging by his knowledge of first aid, victims of deep wounds often never felt it until later because of Nerve Damage. It felt like his nose was bleeding. A uncomfortable hot and a thick trail was making it's way slowly down his cheekbone and in his ear canal. At the moment, it was all he could feel.

Is this seriously how I'm going to die? Devoured in the forest by a bunch of stupid dogs? He thought.

Another thrash at his arms, that until now he didn't know were thrown in front of him.

There was laughing, maniacle and blood thristy. It took a while to register, but Wally now figured out that Sportsmaster had never left to begin with. He was watching, like some kind of spectator supporting his favorite sports team, cheering like a madman. He was shouting things like "Give it to him good, Proxy" Or "Good eating tonight!" Fucking psycho! But sportsmaster was the last thing on his mind.

Turns out, your life doesn't flash before your eyes. Or at least not for him. He just wondered what he was going to look like an hour from now. A cliche skeleton swimming in a pool of blood enough to fill a kiddie pool didn't seem so far fetched right now. Was anyone even going to find him?

"KID!"

Guess so.

(Update, October 28th.) I'm sorry I haven't updated this story for a while. I focusing on my family life right now, and I have really been enjoying their company, especially since what happend to the lot of us lately. I will get up, maybe. Whenever I plan to do something, it never works out, so I'll just try my best.