A/N- A new chapter. So soon? I know. I know. You love me. (But what about that hiatus you took for a long time!) Shut up... I trying to make amends. So, I give you Wally's abduction!

Wally was lost. In retrospect he shouldn't have gone barreling off in any direction he felt like, but he was going to use the 'out of my mind' card on that one. It probably wouldn't hold up in a court of law, but then again, he wasn't on trial, was he? Well, at least not yet. He knew when Nightwing finally hunted him down though, he most certainly would be.

Running a shaky hand through his hair, Wally fell to his knees. What was he doing? He felt like an idiot running off to the middle of nowhere, which, now that he thought about it, looked kind of like Utah. He had no provisions, no cash on hand, and he had left his ID back at his place along with his phone. Which was a major problem considering he didn't think he would be up to making a return trip in his condition.

His legs ached from the continuous strain he had put them under for the past few hours, and he could feel his stomach crying out for something to eat, making his body feel weak. To make things worse, those problems were only the beginning. His head was pounding behind his temples, forming the mother of all headaches, and he felt the familiar feeling of blood trickling down his legs and on the bottom of his feet. He had all but run himself into the ground, zipping across America as fast as he had allowed himself to go. He hadn't been wearing his suit, a stupid idea when he said he was going for a run.

Then again, he didn't count on traveling across North America a few times. Apparently, neither did his trainers, because they were torn to shreds.

Wally groaned. Things just kept getting more and more complicating as time passed. His girlfriend was gone for what was going to see like ever. He became a mentor to a kid from the future. Not to mention, that with every passing moment, he found himself missing the hero business more and more. It was driving him nuts. He knew why he left, and he was still positive that being a hero would get him killed, but he missed the rush. Bart entering his life reminded him of the adrenaline that came from his former line of work, and Wally felt like he was becoming an addict to something he gave up. In all honesty, he probably was.

"I am so screwed." Wally said to himself. Sitting back on his haunches, he looked up to the sky. The stars were out. Their lights shinning through the inky blackness of night, and he was grateful for their glow. He never really got a view of the stars back in the city.

The speedster let out a chuckle. Here he was in the middle of the desert, somewhere in Utah, running away from his problems, and having an internal monologue about stars.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

Wally jumped up like he had been electrocuted, and tried his very best to keep himself from tapping into his super speed. His legs protested to his movement, but he ignored it. As it turned out, he was facing someone he knew all too well, and that was far from a good thing.

"Little Flash Jr. All alone." Mr. Sprynt taunted, stepping closer, his armor glowing under the moon light. The former henchman of the once notorious Central City crime boss, Turtle, was back.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Wally lied, but the man saw through it.

"There's no need to lie. I know exactly who you are, Wallace West." Mr. Sprynt grinned at him. His look screaming nothing other than 'I'm psychotic and here to kill you.' His eyes were looking at Wally like he was prey, and to be honest, he probably was. He didn't have the energy to fight the man off, and he knew that one punch from the electrified fists in front of him would mean lights out.

He used the only defense he had available, acting like a civilian. A pathetically clueless civilian who didn't know anything about anybody. It was a good thing he was so good at playing stupid. "W-who are you? What d-do you want with me?" Wally said in the most terrified tone he could muster.

"Don't act innocent. I'm a bit smarter than that." Sprynt was getting annoyed, and Wally could see that as plain as day. That did not bode well for him. "I've been hunting you for a while now. I'd like to thank I know you like I know myself." With each word, the villain took a step closer and Wally took a step back despite the pain.

"W-whoever you are, s-stay away f-from m-me!"

"Don't be like that. My employer just wants to have a chat, that's all."

"W-with me?"

Sprynt growled, "You should oblige him, he has paid a hefty price for me to hunt you down."

"Why?" Wally asked, stalling like he had never stalled before. He was hoping that he could buy enough seconds for his legs to heal and get the hell out of dodge. His empty stomach wasn't helping but he would take what he could get. If Mr. Sprynt's past record was anything to go by, he was not fun to deal with, Uncle Barry had told him that much. At one point, Wally had briefly wondered what happened to the criminal after his boss died in an explosion, but now he was wishing he still didn't know. Whoever his new employer was, was funding his mercenary very well. The once plastic armor on Sprynt had been upgraded to high tech metal, and Wally would bet that his fists had gotten the same treatment. Today was not his day. Hell, the entire year was not his year.

"Come with me and find out. I would rather not damage merchandise before I hand it over."

"S-Stay away from me!" Wally screamed, repeating himself. His legs were still bleeding, meaning he could run, but not fast, and not far. He just needed a little bit more time.

"Just because I don't like damaged goods, doesn't mean I won't rough them up a bit when needed." Sprynt raised his fist, and energy cackled to life around it as he charged at the red head.

Wally couldn't run. His legs were too torn, and he was way too hungry. In fact, he was even starting to have a hard time standing. His only two options were to fight or keep up the civilian persona and take the hit. Either way, he wouldn't be winning. Whatever turn of events happened, he would be off to meet Sprynt's employer, he would be kidnapped, and the likelihood of his release afterwards would be slim to none.

Bracing himself for the oncoming fist, Wally shut his eyes. Trying to make the punch hurt less, he let the air out of his body, and with that breath he whispered the words he hoped to get to say to his cousin in person one day...

"I'm sorry, Bart."

A/N- Yeah, I know that Mr. Sprynt was a henchman of Turtle, lets just pretend that he got a new employer after Turtle died. This is my story, I'll spin it how I want to. So, I'll be the first to admit that was a tad bit cheesy, but everyone likes a good dairy product now and then. (Except for lactose intolerant people, sorry dudes and dudets. Since you don't like cheese, how about some apples?)

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