Haha thanks for the reviews guys. I wrote three chapters in basically one day….well here's another! And to someone who was very kind to offer me red bull, I'll deny it because I got sour patch kids and I'm ready to go! Anyway suggestions and ideas are welcomed and please review! Yeah, cause I like it when you guys review, it makes me feel like I did it right. ENJOY!

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Two Hours Previous

Wally woke up early in the morning, and to find a note saying that her mom went to the grocery store for food. She also wrote in the note that after dinner tonight, they were going to go to the police about Rudolph. Good, evening gives him time to get those photos and notes. He needs to get those.

Wally got up, and his back felt so much better. He was healed all over, but he was sore, but nothing a 'little' snack couldn't fix. He sat down and ate his breakfast in peace, thinking of what to do. It's simple, just run in and grab the photos then leave. If he's blocking the door then I'll just go out that damn window again. Wally thought.

Then again, it always seems simpler in his head. He got up and put on clean clothes. He was ready to get those pictures. He wanted his father to go down in the worst way possible; he wanted him to rot in jail, bunking next to mobsters so he can get beat up every day to a bloody pulp, and that's when Wally will visit him and say, 'not so fun being on the other end is it?'

Whoa, that was dark coming from Wally. But what are you going to do? Wally ran out the door and took off to his house. He had a little time to think before arriving at his house. Part of him didn't want to see his father there, and another part of him wanted to so he can fight back again. He wanted to show his father that he wasn't a push over or useless as he thought he was.

He stopped in his back yard and looked at the house; he was ready. He opened the back door slowly and listened to see if his father was home or just still asleep. He checked the first floor, and nobody was there, so he went upstairs to find his father sleeping in his room. He held his breathe and used every ounce of his will not to go barging in and beating that guy to a bloody pulp. He went to his room and opened his desk drawer. The photos weren't there… Why weren't they there? They were there last night! He saw something out of place in his room. He looked over at his bed to see it was ruffled, which was not how he left it. He threw his pillows off his bed and took the covers off. There was a note, courteously of the lovely man sleeping his hangover off.

Bet you were looking for those pictures, huh boy? Well I go them somewhere hidden in this house. That's the fun part. You find it, and I find you. There is no getting out of this…see you in hell.

See you in hell? I don't think Rudolph West gets the luxury of Hell. He quietly searched his entire room for it, but couldn't find it. He searched his basement, first floor and all the other rooms in his house; except for one. He went into his father's room quietly. He peered in only to find that his father wasn't there. He was alive and awake somewhere in the house…

He heard a rustle down stairs and wasted no time in tearing this room apart. While he did, he listened to the footsteps of his father get closer and closer. They were coming up the stairs; they were walking in the hallway, now they were looking at Wally. Wally stopped and turned around to look at the evil man in front of him. "Where are they?" Wally asked

"Where is the one place you haven't checked?" he asked with a devious smile

"I looked everywhere! Where are they?" Wally demanded.

Rudolph turned slightly to one side and that's when Wally saw them. The photos and notes were in his back pocket. This shall be very fun.

Wally charged at him. As Wally was coming, Rudolph tried to punch him straight on, only to have Wally slid through his legs, turn around and grab the papers. Rudolph kicked him from behind in the face. Wally swiped his feet from underneath him and stood up to run, only to slip in a liquid. He looked around and the whole house was covered in it. What was it? Wally smelled it and his eyes widened: Gasoline.

He turned around and faced his father, who was holding a lighter. If he threw that down in the gasoline, Wally's legs would catch on fire from the gasoline getting on his pants. "Welcome to Hell" Rudolph said, "And I hope you rot to ashes in it."

Wally thought quick and pulled out his phone. He threw it at his father's hand and the lighter went backwards into his parent's room, still lite though. He ran forward and pushed Rudolph back into the room. This is where the fight will take place, where the despicable man before him drew the line.

From there Rudolph threw everything at him. Wally would block, duck, and dodge to the side to get away from the hits. He got hit a couple times though. Wally wanted this to end. He went towards his father and jumped. His hands were on his shoulders and he used his father to push off towards a window. Rudolph turned around quickly and snatched the photos out of Wally's pockets. Wally turned back around, ready to fight for them. Rudolph charged and Wally simple stepped out of the way and let him pass him. He turned around and looked at Wally. He was about to rip the photos when Wally yelled. "No, don't!"

He stopped and looked at his son. "Why do you need these?"

"To put you away in jail," Wally said with venom in his voice.

"Well now that won't do." Rudolph said

Wally sighed, not knowing what to do. "Kneel down on the ground," Rudolph commanded, "Or your only shot at getting rid of me will be shredded to pieces.

Wally did as he was told and closed his eyes. He was hit on the side of the head with a hard object. He opened his eyes to see his father holding one of those batons that police men carry. He hit Wally again in the head, and kicked him in the stomach. Rudolph hit him in the face three more times before saying something. "Why are you so useless to me?"

Wally looked up at the tall figure and gave him a bloody smile. "Because that's who you raised me to be. You raised me to be just like you."

BAM! Another hit was given to Wally by his father, because he didn't like his answer. He got kicked in the stomach again, and Rudolph said in a fierce voice, "You are a pathetic loser, you destroy everything you touch. You will be the person everyone regrets meeting and you'll crawl into a hole and die alone."

Wally just couldn't resist, "Like father, like son right?"

Another hit was given to his face, and Wally was so dizzy right now, that his father was in multiples of five. He got something out of his pocket and walked behind Wally. Next thing he knew, Wally was handcuffed to his parent's wooden dresser. Wally looked at the handcuffs, than the batons. "What'd you do, rob a cop?" he asked

Rudolph picked up his lighter and said, "As a matter of fact, I did."

Wally sat up and put us back on the dresser and responded back, "Great, so my father's a cheating-lying-disgusting-fat-alcoholic-mobster."

That earned him a few kicks to the stomach. Wally coughed up blood and tried to regain his breathe. Through Wally's swollen shut eyes, he could see his father burning the photos. "Looks like you came here for nothing."

Wally looked at the photos in lose…but if he didn't get to get the photos, he was going to push the man's buttons until they came off his extra-large shirt. "Nah, wasn't a total lose, I mean I got to see you go as red as a fat tomato when you got angry at me, so that's a win for me."

He scoffed and went downstairs and out the door. He heard his father yell from outside, "Yeah well you get to burn to death, and that's a win for me!"

Now the place was on fire, and it was slowly creeping into this room. Wally backed up into the dresser and sighed. He didn't know how he was going to make it out of this one. Then he felt it; it was his phone! His phone slide under the dresser! He grabbed it, and looked over his shoulder. It took Wally al the effort and energy he had, but he finally dialed Uncle Barry's number.

"Hello?" the person on the other line answered

"Uncle Barry, help!" Wally yelled as loud as he could. He then choked on his own blood and coughed it up. It started rolling down his chin, neck and chest.

"Kid?! Where are you?" He asked frantically

"I'm at my house, and it's on fire, and I'm stuck! Please!" he yelled and coughed once again

"I'm on my way, stay with me kid." Barry said

All Barr could hear though were coughing noises, a fire blaze, and a screeching noise…

Barry Allen got into his costume and took off to Wally's house. He passed the fire truck on the way there. He got to the house and looked at it in shock. The house was in a blaze. He ran in without a second thought and yelled for Wally. "Wally! Where are you?"

He heard that screeching noise, and a, "In my parent's room!" along with more coughing.

Barry raced up there, also while jumping over a fire wall that blocked his entrance. He wasn't prepared for what he saw next. His nephew was handcuffed behind his back to a wooden dresser. He also looked like he got beat up, and the hand cuffs made him bleed really badly. Probably because Wally dragged the dresser to the other side of the room to get away from the fire, and from that, that's why his wrists were bleeding badly and why Barry heard those screeching noises. He ran over to Wally and got to work. "Wally?" he asked

He shook Wally, but he didn't move. He was unconscious when he was just awake only moments ago! Barry then took his hand and started vibrating it. He put his hand through the leg of the dresser and it cut perfectly. He caught the dresser before it crushed Wally's hands and pushed Wally to the side. He then let the dresser down picked Wally up bridal style. He started making his way out. He maneuvered is way to the stairs and started descending down them. Wally woke up then. "Hi Uncle Barry," he said weakly.

"I'm going to get you out of here kid, I promise," he said.

"I trust you," Wally said. Those were the words that sent Flash into over drive. He ran all the way to the front door and made it out. He put Wally on a stretcher and looked behind him as the hose came crumbling down. He then saw Artemis and Robin. Artemis made a B line to Wally, while Robin came towards him. "What happened?" Robin asked

"I don't know! You're the detective, you tell me!" Barry exclaimed

"Why does Wally have handcuffs on him?" Robin asked

"I don't know, but anyone who did this to him, isn't a friend." Flash said

Flash and Robin looked over at Wally who had an oxygen mask on him and was loaded into the ambulance. Why did this happen to him? He was a good kid dammit! He was a good kid…

He's just a kid.

How was that? Well I'm going to bed, so enjoy this chapter while I get some shut eye! REVIEW