Wally huffed to a stop, convinced he couldn't go on one more second if he didn't take a break. Judging by how much the moon had moved, he was either he was going in a lot of circles and getting himself mixed up, or it had been a good couple hours since he fled that facility. His body hated him so, so much right now. His hands, which he had to use as he half-blindly groped through the dark, had been rubbed further raw, the blisters and cuts from earlier bleeding until some of them crusted closed. The suit kept his feet protected from the ground- a fact which he noticed quickly and was eternally grateful for, but it didn't stop how weary he got after trudging on the uneven ground this long.

Three miles, he said. Wally mentally grumbled. Follow the highway to Gotham, he said. Man, he wasn't even sure what Gotham was! A city, he gathered that it was a city, but that was all. He thought the word Gotham and then bam!, its like a wall appeared in his mind, blocking further thought on the matter. I have to be the most unlucky amnesiac alive.

Alive. That thought inadvertently drew him back to thinking about that man- Red Arrow. Despite the heart attack of a welcome, he's pretty sure the guy (archer?) saved him from whatever hell Cadmus had in store. Was he even still alive anymore? He had been trying really hard to just focus on reaching the road to wherever, but it kept playing through his head like a horror movie. The pod. The fire. The person screaming as they fell through the air past him and then splat-

No, I don't want to remember that, focus on what you don't know. Like that memory of the pod, for one. That had to be a clue to what he couldn't remember. The other boy in the pod- the Superman clone? Superman. He knew who that was- his brain showed a tall man in red and blue, bending lampposts like wire, melting things with heat vision, flying. He was a superhero. Why could he remember something as bizarre as a guy who could fly but not who he was?

Distantly, he heard the snapping of a branch, and he immediately froze. It had been a long time since the fighting sounds from when Red Arrow had attacked whoever died down, and Wally was pretty sure of who the victor had been for that fiasco. Thus, to add to his weary difficulties, he was tensing up in fear at the slightest sound. Luckily, it mostly seemed to be all in his head. Wearily, he started off again, ears tuned to the surrounding area.

Along with the rest of his body hating him, his stomach had recently begun to voice its anger the loudest. He hadn't paid attention to this fact before- what with everything else going on, but his appetite was doing it's very best to be known. The growls had actually started to hurt a bit, and he couldn't help but wonder how he didn't remember being hungry like this in the pod. Maybe he had been eating? Maybe he'd been a prisoner there for awhile, and he only just lost his memory which is why he doesn't remember eating in the pod?

-She felt sad that she had messed up this earth baking. It was meant to be one of the first things she did to prove herself to the team! The smallest boy quickly perked up, his tone reassuring. "I bet they would have tasted great." He gestured over to the tray again with a smirk, "he doesn't seem to mind."

Looking back her eyes came in contact with green irises, the owner of currently scarfing down two of her cookies happily. Realizing he had gotten the attention of the whole group, he swallowed nervously, trying to put on another cocky smile but having it turn out bashful. "I have a serious metabolism."

She smiled back, inwardly excited that the food was not completely useless. "I'll make more?"-

Wally jerked, gasping as the memory hit him. Again he was struck by how… strange the memory felt, but latched onto what he had learned from the recall. That boy eating the cookies was definitely him, and he said he had a 'serious metabolism'. Metabolism of course meant having a reaction within a living organism that can trigger things like digestion, so he can assume the memory was referring to having a very quick metabolism that completed its job and lost fuel rapidly. The next painful groan from his stomach urged this belief. Great, so since I don't know how long its been since I've eaten, I could be in big trouble here if I need food. "My life sucks, so much." He muttered angrily under his breath. Where the hell was that road?

Another noise echoed through the evening and Wally froze, suddenly unsure again. It hadn't been a snapping twig, it was more like quiet whoosh as if something was moving at rapid speeds. He started when he heard the sound again, this time in a different area. Stay calm, stay calm. Not sure what to do, he quickly crouched down behind the pine he was near, straining his eyes to see through the dark, moonlit scenery. As far as he could tell, there was nothing.

Wait- there!

Whatever it was, it was moving too fast to make out anything but a gray blur. But how was that possible? There was no light- no space to go that speed! Was it a big wolf? A mountain lion? Wally felt the panic rise in him when the whoosh sound once again danced behind him, but he only turned in time to see the leaves on the plants swish in agitation. Oh god, what if its hunting me?

"H-hello?" he stammered out before he realized what he was doing. Idiot! Like the wolf would stop and talk with him! His heart hammered even more loudly when he realized the whooshing noise had stopped, probably meaning whatever creature was doing that had heard him. Now the forest was truly silent.

What do I do? What do I do?! He still hadn't found the road yet, and for all he knew he had gotten himself turned around in this stupid forest. Even then, there was no way he was close enough to Gotham that he could get away. Should he climb the tree? Could he climb the tree? He dragged his eyes away from the shadowed surroundings to try and make out his hands. They still looked horrible, and one cut was still oozing blood. Aside from the appearance, they were throbbing angrily at him. He wasn't sure if his hands would make anything higher than a few feet up, if he had to use them to pull his weight up.

Whoosh.

Wally immediately looked back up; the sound much closer than it had been before. Was it coming for him? If he couldn't climb a tree, how was he going to fight a hungry wolf? Shit, shit, shit… All the sudden, his eyes saw the mass of gray again. It zipped through trees like a missile, building up its own breeze as it came. It stopped abruptly several yards away, crouching on the ground and staring at him- with glowing red eyes.

All logic flew out the window at the sight of the stooped monster. The shadows and moonlight were casting it into an even darker scene; the beast looking like it was growing before his very eyes. And in that moment, Wally did the only thing he could think to do.

He ran.

He blasted past branches and leaves blindly, practically tripping himself in the dark but refusing to do anything but gogoGO! He heard the creature shout behind him, and thought of what the dark wolf with red eyes would do once it caught up, about the teeth sinking through the suit and ripping out his flesh. Gasping, he fought to go faster, he had to go faster! He didn't survive Cadmus for this! He couldn't die alone here in the woods!

And suddenly he was going faster.

A lot faster.

It was weird, but it seemed like suddenly the world… stopped. Not stopped, slowed, it had become almost blurry as he passed it, the leaves not quite breaking off right at his rush past. He could only take so much of this in, though, and while his brain screamed that he getoutofherenow! he focused on dodging the dark trunks that appeared out of nowhere. He could hear the wolf, and despite his speed, it was catching up, he wasn't going to make it!

Abruptly the line of trees ended, and Wally looked up in astonishment to see the stars and moon shining down on him, uninhibited by plant life. He had somehow made it out of the woods, and there was the road!

More importantly, he could see the lights of a car driving down it!

On the edge of sobbing with relief he kept running, not noticing how slow the world still seemed to be going, how if he was running the speed a human could run, he'd never make it to the car on time. But he wasn't thinking about it, he wasn't thinking about it when he reached the end of the field, when he heard the dark blur cry out as it emerged from the woods, or when he stopped himself directly in front of the car's path.

He realized his mistake the moment the driver slammed on his brakes and blew the horn. Horror struck, he realized even as he lowered his arms from grabbing the person's attention that the car wasn't going to slow in time, not before hitting him at a bone breaking speed. He felt paralyzed as the white light came towards him, engulfed him. He wasn't going to survive this hit.

But then something slammed him from the side, wrapping its arms around him as they tumbled into the ditch on the far side of the road. The car continued to blare its horn as it zoomed past where they had just been. Wally, still frozen with shock, watched as it slowed a moment, as if it considering stopping and checking to see what it almost hit, but then it picked up speed, and was gone.

Breathing heavily, Wally turned from the road to see what had saved him, and shouted in horror.

It was the wolf.

But even as his mind shouted pleasedon'teatme pleasedon'teatme pleasedon'teatme he realized some things. Like how the wolf was recovering and standing on two legs, and wearing a dark suit instead of fur. How the paws that were actually hands and were reaching up to take off the red goggles that were not eyes. This wasn't a wolf.

It was a person.

But- his mind stuttered frantically as he met a pale face with a lighter shade of eyes that were barely visible in the moonlight- it's a person who just ran like a missile. Who found you after you were running from Cadmus. "-don't get caught by anyone-" That's what Red Arrow had warned, right? Was it because Cadmus would still come for him? The person, for their part, was staring at Wally with just as much shock, their mouth opening and closing, but not saying anything. Still lying on the ground, he quickly tried to scramble further from the figure.

His poor escape attempt finally broke whatever spell was on his supposed rescuer. "Hold on! Wait-"

"Don't come near me!" Wally barked out in as menacing a tone as he could. "I mean it!"

"I'm not gonna hurt you!" The kid- his tone sounded like a kid, or at least a barely young adult- frantically waved his arms around, as if trying to emphasize his point that his hands were empty. "I-I can't believe you're alive! I mean-"

Shit. He had to be from Cadmus then; Red said that his team had destroyed that chamber they were keeping him in, so of course they would have assumed. And now they'll take me back, they'll put me in another pod… The thought sent another wave a panic through his already adrenaline strung body, but as he moved to push himself up, he only succeeded in sending waves of agony threw his arms before collapsing with a cry.

"Ohmygosh! What'swrong! Areyouhurt? WhendidyougethurtwhathappenedIdidn'tevensee-" Wally couldn't even bring himself to look up as the boy- who was slightly taller than him, was suddenly way in his personal bubble space trying to see where he was hurt. He tried to squirm away, part of him absently impressed by how quick this kid was babbling, but the shadowed form grabbed one of his wrists and got a look at his hands in the moonlight. The babbling became incoherent from there- the only real snippets he was getting were questions like why wasn't he healing and how did that happen.

The red head fugitive finally got a grasp on what was going on as the guy gently laid his hands back down and brought his hand up to his ear. "This is Impulse, requesting immediate assistance; I have a wounded non-threat and need a pick up now before somebody shows up."

"No!" Wally panicked, trying to raise himself on his elbow and snatch the kid's hand away from whatever communication device was up there. His brain filled with panic at the thought of being pressed back into that claustrophobic glass container, being locked in and experimented on for who knows how long. "I won't go back! I won't!"

The kid, obviously out of habit, dodged easily, but lowered his hand quickly. "Back where? Where were you?"

What did he mean? Didn't he already know?But it didn't matter, he wasn't going back. Quickly getting his legs under him, he stood and backed away rapidly, wondering which direction he could try to lose the kid in the woods so he could find Gotham.

"No!" The boy seemed to realize his thoughts. "Wally, I'm not going to hurt you! I swear!"

He froze at the name. Somebody knew him, again. How did he know these people? "You know my name?"

"Of course!" The dark suited person, whoever they were, really was just over his height. If Wally tried to run, he didn't think he could beat this guy, who clearly had some kind of super power making him so fast. Like Superman. Why would someone like Superman know him?

"You know who I am?" He pressed, wondering how long he could distract the kid before he found some way to overpower him.

"Yes! Of course I know who you-" He froze, eyes widening. "You, do you know who you are? Wait, don't you know me?"

"No, I don't." Wally growled as the kid took a step closer. "And I don't know what you-" what had Red Arrow first called him again? "- Cadmus scum want with me- or what you did to me, but I'm not going back!"

"Cadmus." The boy hissed out, the dim lighting hiding his full expression, but Wally guessed by the tone that something clicked together. "You were in that building we attacked?"

"You attacked?" Wally felt light headed all the sudden. "You were the ones that torched the place? You- you killed that guy?"

"Wha- no! Wally, we're the good guys! Your one of the good guys! We don't kill!"

"You just said you attacked the place I was at!" Wally held his ground, worried when his vision started swimming. "Wait, what do you mean I'm one of the good-"

"Impulse!"

Wally tore his gaze away in alarm, looking up to see a guy with wings coming down towards them. In panic, he realized that 'Impulse' was still able to send that message, and this was the back up. He turned tale and bolted, not caring so much as he got away from whoever these crazies were. The world went slow again, and distantly he heard his name called. The fast kid shouting 'don't hurt him, he doesn't understand what's going on!', but Wally didn't understand why he would say that until a sudden bolt hit his side and threw him towards the forest. He wasn't even able to properly gasp before he smashed into a tree, his head seeing bright lights. Even as his body slumped whatever bar had hit him was keeping him up.

Groaning, he fell unconscious as a pair of hands gently tried to hold him up when the bar fell out, the last thing he heard was the new being's voice shouting. "Mierda, that's Wally!"

Big shout out to Snowdevil The Awesome, Sassbrat, janrockiss, Jess Violet, AMMO121, Nichole Brees, and SmileItsFiction for being the first to review this story! Some of you hit on some future plot, but I won't specify who (eheheheh…), keep in mind this is a POV Wally only, so there are going to be some points where you want to know something that happened, but won't get to because Wally doesn't know (the troubles of being an amnesiac, sigh).

Keep up the reviews- if you want more!