wallygoesfast:
When the bathroom mirror had cracked, Wally had been distracted by the sights of the city and the lo mein noodles. It hadn’t occurred to him to try and hone in on tempera changes. He was more focused this time, and when the mirror in his bedroom cracked he could feel the ripple it left. He frowned and in less than an instant later he was in his bedroom instead. What the hell was going on! “Hey, I just bought that!”
And he had more plans for messing with the hero first. After all, he had more mirrors in his place. The mirror in the hallway? Crack. The window looking out over the city? Crack. The window in his bedroom? Crack. All of them cracked from the centre with thick fractures spreading to their edges. But did they shatter, as they probably should’ve? No. Perhaps that would clue him in a little more as to his current situation. Using the powers of the Speed Force, he suddenly checked every area in the apartment for an intruder, his body a blur that no human could follow– underthebed inthebathroom intheclosets behindthedoors underthetable inthepantry insidethecoatcloset inside the AC vent and….nothing. Within a split second he had searched every inch of the apartment and came up empty-handed in terms of finding a culprit, though now he was also holding one of the cartons of Chinese food he’d ordered, eating on it as he went back into the bedroom to stare at the mirror.
Barry had told him that Mirror Master was dead, though he hadn’t given any details. It seemed his conversations with Barry lately hadn’t been very in-depth, but he didn’t blame Barry for it. Wally had been traveling the world the last year and it made him feel guilty to think that Barry had been forced to deal with such a thing by himself. “Whoever you are, or whatever you are… break another thing and I’m sending you to Ikea for replacements!” He wasn’t really sure if anybody was in the house or not– whether another hero, mutant, villain, or even a damn ghost, but he wasn’t about to let them just get away with breaking things. “And trust me, you’ll get lost in there. You’ll get lost and you’ll regret it. It’s really big and confusing and everything’s written in Swedish.”
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How typical of Wally, the man was an idiot. He’d always been an idiot and he’d always won. Not through skill, not through power, but through speed. Through luck. Well now those skills were no longer on his side. Of course he was still fast. But Evan was faster, he was a fractal being, travelling at light speed through mirrors took no effort now. No matter how fast he tried to look through the apartment he’d never see him unless he wanted to be seen.
And he had more plans for messing with the hero first. After all, he had more mirrors in his place. The mirror in the hallway? Crack. The window looking out over the city? Crack. The window in his bedroom? Crack. All of them cracked from the centre with thick fractures spreading to their edges. But did they shatter, as they probably should’ve? No. Perhaps that would clue him in a little more as to his current situation.
It was almost a shame. Evan had been fond of Barry, they’d developed an odd sort of friendship once the hero ban came into effect. Unlike the other Rogue’s he’d retired quietly, using the money he’d amassed to created a company, McCulloch Industries, and with the use of a fake identity attended university, getting a BSc and Msc in physics. He could’ve gone further but he was happy enough with his knowledge, and he couldn’t risk giving away who he was. Wally had been someone he’d bounced ideas for critical papers off, who he’d shown when his work had been published in journals.
And here they were. He waited till Barry was looking at his bedroom mirror and appeared, only for a tiny moment, a normal human would’ve missed it, but not a Flash. And what would he see? Evan, but not as he was. That was too easy. Instead he changed his appearance, made his skin a half-rotted grey to bloated purple. His eyes were two black voids with blood running down them, his mouth open in a wordless scream and his body impaled with several jagged shards of glass. He’d always been rather creative with how terrifying a reflection could be. And he wanted Wally to know. To know he was in pain. Trapped and angry. That he’d be out and revenge would follow. He’d save this world but until then? He was nothing but a spectre.











