AN I've had this idea for a while now but I'm not sure about this type of story if anyone has any constructive criticism on how to write these characters I would really appreciate it. But I'll do my best folks. Enjoy!

Central City loved its speedsters there was no doubt of that. Almost every citizen of the city could sing the praises of the local heroes to an out of towner for hours. Even the rogues like Captain Cold or Mirror Master held a certain respect for the Scarlet Speedster and his partner. In Gotham even where Batman and Robin commanded their own form of reverence it wasn't quite the same as the people of Central City.

Largely life was alright for the two town heroes out of costume. Wally had a team of friends he could count on, the best friend a guy could ever ask for, an amazingly supportive family in Barry and Iris, and an awesome superhero career helping the Flash put away bad guys. Even school seemed to be going better for him ,life was finally looking up.

Sadly though all good things must come to an end and Wally's wake up call would be soon…. Speeding through the streets of Central City, Wally raced to keep up with his Uncle, the Flash. " Come on Kid ,we gotta hurry home or Iris will have both our backsides!" his Uncle shouted over the wind, simultaneously speeding up. " Alright Uncle Barry just wait a second!" Kid Flash shouted back. Wally paused for just a moment to adjust his sliding goggles.

When oddly instead of stopping to wait for his young partner the Flash continued running ahead as if he hadn't heard him at all. In fact if anything the red blur seemed to be moving faster than before. "Hey Uncle Barry! Wait up!" Wally shouted beginning to sprint after his mentor. But the reddish, blurry, form of the Flash kept moving and going until it was no longer anywhere in view.

Wally ,now thoroughly confused, turned to attempt to race in the general direction Barry had taken when suddenly a sharp pain was felt at the base of his neck and before he even had time to yell he had blacked out.

Wally awoke the next morning in his own bed in his room not in an alley as he had expected. Although he figured it must have been a dream.. albeit a very vivid one he couldn't seem to get over how real the pain on his neck had felt. But clearly it had been a dream hadn't it? The Flash would never leave his partner and nephew behind under any circumstance so it must have been. Still somewhat uneasy though he wasn't sure exactly why he began to prepare for the day.

Even as a speedster when everything seemed slow the day seemed to drag on. Wally found himself shifting in his chair impatiently for what he felt half the period only to glance down at his watch to realize barely three minutes had passed. The time to lunch , his favorite time of the day, seemed to go on forever.

The class work which he was usually excited to learn and understand seemed boring and unappealing today. His mind kept drifting back to the disturbing realistic "dream" from the night before it really had felt so real…

The school day ended without aplomb or even any appeal just the dull ending to a dull day. Another unrecognizable day in a sea of a million others. By the time Wally got home he felt oddly tired. Usually by this point he would be begging his Uncle to go on patrol early or attending some sort of team function but not today.

Wally decided that if nothing interesting was going to happen while he was awake and he was this tired perhaps he should take a nap. Just a quick one until Uncle Barry and Iris got home of course. But as soon as he walked into his bedroom, let alone lied down, for the second time in less than 48 hours Wallace Rudolph West was knocked out.

The sewers below Central City…

" Good it's going according to plan. Kid Flash and Flash will never know what hit them. By the time I'm done? Central City will never look at their heroes the same way again."

AN (2) How was that? Hopefully better than my interpretation of Wally.. Sorry if you don't like it I did my best. Reviews appreciated but flames will be used to melt captain Cold's sense of humor.