To be honest, I thought this story dead. I was reading it just a couple of days ago thinking 'wow, I'm never going to write another chapter for this'. Well, TA DA!
I think Young Justice has taken over my life. I actually dreamt about this chapter. Maybe because I had just watched the new YJ and was in the middle of 'The Hunger Games'
Seriously, though. My little brother just bought all the young justice toys, and he's set them up in the shower, standing up against the glass. you know what I did? I turned Kid Flash around. Kept him standing up, just didn't want him to be staring At me because he can be such a pervert. And he was the only one I turned around.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!
sorry about my ranting, and sorry if this chapter sucks.
Also, reviews make me write faster.
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Hold on tight, and pray to God
That this is just a dream.
. . .
He couldn't breathe.
He couldn't see.
He couldn't hear.
He couldn't focus.
The only thing he could see was that body.
The only thing he could hear was the silence where Dicks breathing was supposed to be.
His mind didn't wander - it prayed and hoped that his best friends would come out of this alive. Nothing else.
He shook the body so hard he thought his arms may fall off.
"Dick!" He shouted, shoving the body across the sand, "Dick, please!"
No response. He took the younger boys hand, feeling for a pulse. His heart was thumping so loudly he thought it was going to come out of his chest. Dick's hands were freezing and deathly pale and there was... No pulse.
Nothing.
Nothing but- thump.
Wally dropped Dick's wrist, falling onto the tiny body to hug it. He wanted to scream you're alive! but something inside his heart told him that he would only be jinxing himself.
He crossed his arms and curled into a little ball, racking his brains for those survival lessons back in eighth grade.
Why didn't he listen?
He remembered the day they had the classes, how he had sniggered and ignored every word the instructor had to say. It's pointless he had thought, I can take care of myself.
Famous last words.
Fire. Wally needed a fire to heat Dick's body.
Why was he saying that? Why was he referring to the young brunette as 'Dick's body'. It sounded as though the boy had already died.
He wasn't dead.
Yet.
Wally stood up, only to feel a crippling pain in his stomach. He was starving. When was the last time he had eaten? He shut his eyes and tried to picture the last few hours. The last few, horrible, scarring hours.
Six o'clock.
Zatanna was smiling as she set down the plate, filled with all different types of meats and vegetables, arranged perfectly on the antique china plate.
"Thank God. I'm starved!" Wally grinned, reaching for the plate the second it hit the table.
"Are you ever not?" Artemis sniggered, grabbing a piece of bread.
"I'll grab the rest" Zatanna called as she sauntered back into the kitchen.
"Connor, can you pass the gravy?"
Superboy looked up from the gravy boat, his face covered with brown.
"Silly Connor! You're supposed to put the gravy on food, not eat it plain!" M'gann laughed, trying to pry the porcelain dish from Connors's hands. He growled softly.
"Wally, please leave some food for the rest of us" Kal instructed. Wally looked up guiltily.
"Dude!" Robin laughed, flicking him in the side of the head, "That was supposed to be for all of us!"
Wally grinned and opened my mouth that was half full of chewed up mush.
"You still want it?"
Suddenly, a scream echoed out from the kitchen. Dick's face dropped.
"Zatanna!" he rushed into the kitchen, followed by the rest of the team.
It all happened in slow motion from there.
Dick running his fingers through Zatannas hair, crying. The group of... Things... Standing over Zatanna's lifeless body. Blood. So much blood, everywhere, the floor splattered with broken glass and dark crimson, seeping into the sparkling white tiles.
And the attackers; thin limbed creatures that towered over the children, with webbed joints and red eyes that bore into your soul. The skin on their faces stretched out, revealing sharp, pointed teeth smiling hungrily down at you. They were the things of nightmares, the reason children were scared of shadows. They were horrifying, hideous, monsters.
They had only seconds to take in their loss, before the leader of the creatures stepped forward - a being that stood a few inches over the rest of the group.
M'gann gasped, falling to her knees.
"Mom?"
Wally shook his head to try and get the memory out. Everything after that... Hurt too much. But the memory of Zatanna's bloodied body and Dick's downcast face, streaked with tears, still burnt into his mind.
He had to get some food. Judging by the sun that had begun to appear on the horizon, Wally hadn't eaten for over 10 hours. It was hard to tell time at sea, so it could even be more.
Maybe, if he didn't have powers, he could go longer without food. But his metabolism was eating it up and if he didn't get something into himself soon... He would become immobile. No help to Dick.
And there was always water. It was almost painful to be surrounded by the endless sea, so thirsty, but having to know that it was untouchable; that it would only kill him faster.
His mouth was sticky, his tongue dry - the first signs of dehydration were setting in and there was nothing he could do about of.
Wally stumbled up the sandy beach. If he used his super speed he knew he'd be dead in half an hour. If he didn't, he had at least three times that.
The more time I have the more chance I have of saving Dick.
It was frightening to know death was so close.
But he wiped the thought from his mind and thought of Dick's frail body.
He needs me. He couldn't focus on himself. His best friend's life was hanging in the balance.
. . .
Wally dumped down a pile of drift wood, collapsing on the ground.
Now to light the fire
His head was throbbing, his mind so nunb it felt like it was full of cotton wool, and he couldn't think straight. And he was tired. But he had to get this fire started, so he could boil the impurities out of the sea water.
Wally had half expected the island to be lush and green, like something out of ''. He would find bananas and coconuts and trees that you could live in, and he and Dick could live off the land. Wally would be like some kind of Bear Grills, excluding the part about eating bugs. Dick'd get better and they'd wait on their little piece of paradise until the invaders left and they could go home.
But the tiny island only consisted of sand as far as the eye could see. Some scattered driftwood here and there, a few bits of litter - mostly soda cans and plastic bottles - but besides that, it was all soft, golden sand. Wally never thought he'd get so sick of sand.
Wally placed one hand over a piece of wood, vibrating his hand until smoke started to billow out. He shoved some dried grass into the smoke and it caught, catching alight. He blew on the smoldering grass, keeping the flame alight until it spread to the thick wood.
Wally sat back on his heels, a ghost of a smile slipping over his face. He tried to ignore the fact that by using his speed, he had sped up his metabolism, meaning he was now under an hour away from passing out from malnutrition.
Wally crawled over to Dick's limp body, dragging it towards the fire.
Now he just had to find some kind of container to put the water in.
. . .
Wally got back to his fire site, only to see Dick was awake, sitting up, and looking dreadfully confused.
"Dick.. You're..."
Dick's face contorted when he saw the red head coming towards him. "Get... Get away from m-me!" he stammered, attempting to get onto his feet. He fell back to the ground, his head hitting hard on the sand.
"You... You get the h-hell away from m-me!" He repeated, trying to crawl away. Wally approached cautiously, placing his large, calloused hand on Dick's forehead. He was burning up with fever.
Dick began to struggle, attempting to kick Wally in the face, screaming his head off.
Wally ran down to the sea, grabbing a container full of water. He rushed back to Dick, pinning him down. Wally poured the cool water over his forehead in an attempt to calm him, but he only tried to swat it away.
"Geddit off me! I'm not going to end up like Zatanna!" he screamed, throwing Wally off him.
"Dick... It's me, Wally... It's okay"
Dicks eyes widened. "Stop it! Wally's dead! He got lost in the shipwreck! Because of you!"
Wally tried to pour more water over his face, but the brunnette began coughing, his chest heaving so hard Wally thought he was having a convulsion. He could only watch in pure horror as the young boy rolled onto his stomach and began coughing up a mixture of sea water and blood, his face growing redder. Through it, he was trying to scream, but it came out in pants. Each second felt like hours as Dick threw up acid, his face growing purple from lack of oxygen.
He finally stopped, his chest heaving. He rolled onto his back, tears streaming down his face. His breathing was ragged and his eyes showed just how scared he was, despite the anger flashing across his features.
"This is your fault" he choked, right before he blacked out.
Wally put his hand on the brunettes boiling hot forehead, stroking the hair out of his icey blue eyes. Maybe Dick's eyes were playing tricks on him, the fever causing him to hallucinate.
Or maybe he was admitting the truth.
Wally was the one who had made this escape. Dick said to run for the outer city, Wally said to go to the docks. And look what happened.
He told Wally to go West, and Wally went North, right into the middle of the storm.
Maybe. Maybe he was right.
"I'm sorry, Dick" Wally whispered and Dick stirred slightly, his face twitching in discomfort.
Dick was dying, and all Wally could do was wait, and try to save him.
But all his attempts would be in vane.
This is my fault.
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