Fan fiction Project
Summary: After a fight with his Uncle, Wally runs away from home. Taking the Trickster's and Pied Piper's advise Wally joins the Rogues. Will he come to his senses in time, or is the allure of darkness too strong for the speedster?
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice or any of its characters. I only own my plot and any OC's I decide to add.
Mist: Here we go again, a brand new fanfic.
Whistle: You're probably all wondering why we're starting a new fanfic while we still have two to work on.
Mist: Well, my writing teacher gave me the assignment to… write a fanfic!
Whistle: Imagine the teacher's surprise when she heard that Mist does this on her own.
Mist: I'm going to begin now, but don't worry, as soon as this project is over I'll get back to work on Trace Memory and Fun and Games. And be nice, this is the first time I've written a story for Young Justice and I'm still not a master at First Person POV.
(Wally/Kid Flash's POV)
I held my breath as I glanced around the pile of rubble that had once been a building. I was still trying to figure out how I had managed to get myself into this mess in the first place. It was just a recon mission… Get in. Get the stolen tech. Get out.
Yet here I was. Leg caught under a metal pillar, hoping desperately that my friends will find me before Klarion or Sportmaster do.
How were we supposed to know that it was a trap? That the stolen technology was being used to create a bomb to kill us. I guess I should just be glad I survived, and that I was the only one in the building when the bomb went off. Even if I was now trapped underground.
I groaned as I rested my head on the rubble, allowing my tired eyes to shut. My head feels like it's in a blender! Now that I think about it, that rock that knocked me out for a few minutes earlier probably gave me a concussion.
With that cheery thought I forced my eyes open again and began reciting the names of the planets in my head to try and stay awake.
I wound up going through every planet and their moons before someone found me. Now if I could only go back in time…
I tried desperately to make myself invisible by moving some of the rubble around, but judging from the smirk on the damned Witch Boy's face I had already been seen.
Klarion chuckled at my attempts and walked over to me casually. "Now what do we have here?" He mocked. "Is the little speedster stuck?"
I glared at him with all my strength; no way was I going to let the jerk scare me! "Shut up, Klarion!" I snapped at him, causing my head to hurt even more.
Klarion chuckled at me again, his pale skin almost looking blue in the dim light. "You're in no condition to be making orders," His smirk widened at an impossible angle, resembling his horn-shaped hair.
I clenched my fists; not for the first time wishing I could vibrate my molecules through solid matter like my uncle can. "My friends will find me!" I told Klarion, but part of me wondered if I was trying to convince myself more than him.
The Witch Boy responded by rolling his eyes at me. "You sidekicks sure are stupid," he mocked.
My body shook visibly in anger. "Don't. Call. Me. A. Sidekick!" I snapped at him, throwing a rock at him with all my might.
Klarion snapped his fingers and the rock disintegrated before it could even get close to him. "Is that the best you've got?" He mocked me again. "Guess you really are your teams weakest link!"
"I am NOT weak!" I objected.
Klarion took a step towards me and I jerked back on reflex. "Then why are you afraid of me?" He asked, still smirking.
I continued to glare at him, but bit my tongue. I didn't know what he was trying to do, but I wasn't going to play his game.
Klarion frowned when I failed to answer him. "Nothing to say, huh?" He asked me. "Very well. I guess I'll just kill you now."
He snapped his finger again and a ball of red energy appeared in his hands.
I clenched my eyes shut, expecting extreme pain. But it never came. When I heard the sound of something hitting the wall I opened one eye to see what was happening.
To my shock and relief I saw my uncle, the Flash, standing a little ways away from me. Klarion picking himself off the floor. I guess that the Flash must have smashed right into him!
"U- Flash!" I called out to get his attention, almost slipping up and calling him 'Uncle Barry.'
The Flash looked over to me and zoomed over. "You ok, Kid Flash?" He asked me, concerned.
"My leg's caught," I told him, a little embarrassed. "But other than that I'm fine."
He sighed in relief. "Just hang on a few more moments," He told me, "I'm going to deal with this creep than I'll get you out of here."
I nodded in understanding.
The flash smiled at me before racing over to battle Klarion again.
I allowed myself to sigh in relief, glad that someone had found me in time. With this thought in mind I rested my head back in the rubble; surprised by how comfortable rock is when you're exhausted.
This was my last thought before I fell asleep…
Mist: Well here is the beginning for Wally. Next chapter will be about their fight.
Whistle: And before you all start acting all paranoid. NO! The story will not turn out to be his comatose dream. He is very much wide awake during the course of his actions.
Mist: Which will be hilarious!
Whistle: In any case, if there's something you'd like to see, tell us and we'll try to incorporate it into the story
Mist: But more on that later!
Both: Please review!