AN: I am SOSOSOSOSOSO soooo sorry it took so long to update. Blame my lazy Beta reader. Anyyyyway, there will be like two more parts to this! Please enjoyy! And I know its short. Sowwy.

Disclaimer: Im poor okay!

A young girl was walking down a quiet street, half-humming some song she didn't care to remember. It was a beautiful day in Central City, Missouri. The air was a comfortable eighty degrees. The sun was shining bright in a baby blue sky, accompanied by big fluffy clouds. She didn't see weather like this in Gotham. Even the grass looked greener than usual, and the birds' songs seemed especially joyful.

She ambled down the street past an unbroken row of white picket fences, taking in the sleepy lull of suburban life. Two young boys were riding their bikes down the street. They were all geared up, with helmets, kneepads, and elbow pads, and they were laughing together. She smiled at their simplicity of life. She loved moments like this one, ones where the biggest immediate threat was getting sunburned or being stung by a bee. Those sweet little moments seemed to be growing more rare by the day and she was determined to savor them.

She rounded a corner and saw that her destination was in sight. It was a two-story blue house with navy blue window frames and a big porch out front. There was a simple silver Subaru in the driveway. The yard was as pristine as a golf course without a trace of crab grass. A tall lamppost was in the front yard, surrounded at the base by uncut grass and dandelions where she knew Wally had gotten lazy while mowing. She smiled as she walked onto the walkway leading up to the porch, breathing in the heady fragrance of Mary West's roses surrounding the porch. Mrs. West was famous around the neighborhood for her spectacular roses.

She knocked on the dark blue front door and waited for it to be opened. It felt like coming home, in a way. The wooden porch had given a slight creak when she stepped on to it. There was the white porch swing with the paint chipping off where she had spent so many lazy afternoons and memorable evenings. There was the white wicker table with the primly matching sets of chairs and their faded floral cushions. She smiled at the memories of peach tea and thick science textbooks.

That was the reason she was here now of course. She wasn't exactly a wiz at micro-bio. How Wally had convinced her to take that course she would never know. She could hack the Pentagon's servers and reprogram corporate satellites to her will but for the life of her she couldn't tell you how white blood cells reacted to bacteria. Wally on the other hand was effortlessly genius at any type of science he came into contact with. Must be a speedster thing, she thought, considering that Barry too is a scientist.

She had stood there for a while before knocking again. No answer. She pressed her ear to the door, listening for any movement. She tried to look in the windows but the curtains were drawn. She frowned. That was strange. Wally always left all the curtains open in the middle of the day so he'd have enough light to read. She went to get the spare key from under the stairs and returned quickly to fumble at the lock. It was an old house and the lock tended to stick a bit. She pushed open the door and walked inside.

"Wally!" she called, setting her bag down near the side table and tossing key into the glass bowl that held the rest of the keys.

"Yo! Wally! I really need to study for this test!" she yelled, slipping out of her flats. She sighed when she heard no answer. He had probably fallen asleep on the couch with his quantum physics book again. She walked into the living room rolling her cardigan into a ball, ready to throw it at him. She was prepared to let the cardigan fly and took a breath to yell his name again, but the sound died in her throat when she saw his living room.

Red. Deep, dripping crimson red. That was all she could see. For a moment her mind worked slowly. The red was everywhere. Why was everything so red? His blue couch shouldn't be all splotchy like that. And his creamy beige carpet- why was it so dark and speckled? Mary prided herself on everything always being neat. So what was with all this red mess all over the living room? The red that stained the curtains, couch, chairs, carpet, that was splattered all over the TV and family photos.

"Wally?" she asked, a slight note of panic in her voice. A biology experiment gone wrong? She couldn't quite think straight. Everything seemed to have slowed to a crawl. She looked around the room, looking for any clues. She was searching behind the couch when she saw a pattern in the red, seemingly leading into the next room. She walked along it carefully, feeling vaguely puzzled as she saw how much it was. She went up the stairs, and looked around the cream-colored hallway, walls dotted with pictures of a smiling family. But there too were streaks of red and more of it on the floor leading into the bathroom. She cautiously walked up to the door. Her heart was pounding in her throat.

"W-Wally?" she asked in a small voice. When she didn't get an answer she took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

AN: Please Review so I can show my beta reader and be like "SEE THEYRE GOING TO KILL ME IF I DON'T UPDATE SOON!"