One Word: Souvenir!

Wally West | 19 | District 12 Gotta go fast!

[olvrthredson]

       Is that a knock on my age? 

     So you were named after a comic book character? How original. 

     I don’t plan on psychoanalyzing you, I don’t have the patience. 

[the-flashpoint]

That's, ah, how would you phrase it? Oh yeah, "up to interpretation."

Uh, no I wasn't dude. My parents were just assholes.

Well that's a relief! Besides, you'd have to work with thoughts moving faster than your own. No offense.

[ladyoflightning-deactivated2013]

Flashback Friday: ask my muse anything about their past and they MUST answer.

[the-flashpoint]

wally world | past (older than me but younger than kim)

[leohmccoy]

Do I have… No, but you need platelets more than you need food right now, kid. [He finally made it to Wally’s side and crouched next to him, checking his pulse. He grimaced as he looked Wally over]

[the-flashpoint]

[The hunger was growing and it was starting to hurt. Great, his body was killing itself by trying to not kill itself. Speed healing...that's what he needed to talk about. And glucose, tons of glucose would be very nice.]

Dude...s-speed healing. S'killing me.

[exdurance]

( past )

[exdurance]

 I doubt it. Nobody’s more frustrated than a werewolf on their heat. Trust me, man, it’s really bad. I do talk to Cora, and she’s pretty hot, but - it’s complicated. 

  ‘Don’t know. Are you single?

[the-flashpoint]

Oooooookay, good to know once another puppy gets a bout of horniness. Alright, so Cora's out. Let me think...

...yeah...

[olvrthredson]

     I knew a few Olivers. 

     Wally West? Seriously? Your name sounds like a bad comic book character. 

     Psychology. 

[the-flashpoint]

From when, Club 1979?

...Not a bad comic book character. Dude, don't knock the comics, they are good stories.

Ah man, that means you can, like, psychoanalyze me and stuff. Sounds like fun, and by that I mean keep it to yourself.

[mavrofidi]

Send me a ✁ with two names and I'll tell you whom my muse would save.

[serena-archive]

 [ she frowned a little in concern, but she understood why wally had to move. it wasn’t safe out there, near the forest, wherever he’d been. it was barely even safe here in the houses. ] You need to stay still for once, now you’re here. 

 Okay, I’ll - get Leo, he’s the only Doctor I know around here. I’m not sure about the sugar thing but, you’re probably right. I’ll see if there’s any.. cake or sweets or anything whilst I look for him, okay?

 [ she let out a breathy laugh. ] At least you’re still okay enough to flirt. 

[the-flashpoint]

...'Kay, for you, babe. [He'd run enough today, he could worry about tomorrow if/when he survived. For now, he just had to make sure that the speed healing wasn't going to kill him before the blood loss did.]

Grumpyface, right, he knows what's up. Mkay, glucose...that's good. Lots of it. Like, "on steroids" big.

[He felt himself listing to the right and he put down his sprained (if not fractured, that was gonna be fun) ankle to catch himself.]

Oooowwww...it's 'kay. Always for you, beautiful.

[olvrthredson]

     There is nothing peculiar about my name. What is yours?

     I prefer to announce myself than to give the element of surprise, people don’t take kind to doctors. 

[the-flashpoint]

Dude, how many other Thredsons do you know outside of your family? How many other Olivers?

Wally West. Not much better than yours, but at least mine sounds fun. At least West is a somewhat common last name.

Depends on what kind of doctor you are. What's your field: PhD, psychology, or medical? 

[the-flashpoint]

wally world

[leohmccoy]

[Leo shoved through the uncompromising growth of vines and trees that grew so haphazardly in this jungle, not for the first time cursing loudly the fact that they had chosen a damn rainforest as their sanctuary after Panem. The voice that called out was weak, and the smell of blood was so thick that he could practically taste it at the back of his tongue. Someone was hurt, badly. He swore again as he tore his arm free of another loop of vines and shouted out] Hey, I’m comin’ for you, just…hang on. 

[the-flashpoint]

[He barely heard the shout, but whatever was still functional in his mind was smart enough to give a response.]

'Kay.

...Y'got food?

[exdurance]

( past )

[exdurance]

  Tell me about it.

 I uh - I don’t know. Depends if there’s anyone willing to help.

[the-flashpoint]

I'm sure there's someone just as horny as you out here somewhere. Let's see...you talk to Cora? Oh wait, she's with Jesse...or Jesse's with her. I'm not sure how that relationship works.

Who's actually single?

[serena-archive]

  [ serena had decided to take a stroll, to think some things through, to come up with solutions. she missed her mother, that was the main problem. but none of that mattered as soon as she heard wally, she could tell from the tone his voice that he wasn’t okay. and as soon as she laid eyes on him, she could see he was bleeding, he was hurt. serena ran to him, hands frantically running through her own hair. there was a spell for broken bones, but for excessive bleeding? she couldn’t think if there even was one, let alone how to recite it. ] 

 Wally? I don’t know what to do. What should I do? If you move, it could make it worse. Should I - call for someone? I don’t - [ breathe, serena. think. ] How badly does it hurt?

[the-flashpoint]

[If it weren't for his already accelerated mind, he would've missed all of her questions. He barely kept up with the words and managed to nod.] Already been moving, always gotta move...

Um...doctor. A doctor could probs help. Told one 'bout the stuff. And food, mostly sugar. That...that's good for blood, right?

[He smiled slightly.] Better n-now that you're here, babe.

[the-flashpoint]

[He wasn't really sure what to do with himself. He hurt, he was somehow still bleeding, and he needed both food and blood fast. In fact, he was pretty sure there was more blood outside of his body than in it and his healing had given out a while ago. He needed help.]

H-Hello? Anyone awake? Please?

[the-flashpoint]

Pihuechenyi (aka Something Wally Cannot Pronounce)

People were disappearing into the forest left and right, it was insane. Wally wasn't sure about where they were going or why, but after Olivia had turned up dead, it was safe to assume that the forest was really freaking dangerous and people were being really freaking stupid. Then again, it wasn't their fault. He'd heard the noises and he'd wanted to enter the forest himself if only to shut them up, but by the time he'd nearly ran to the tree line, he'd always managed to tear himself away and run straight back to the houses. For a few nights, he always seemed to regain his logic right before going in too deep.

On one hand, that was really quite unusual for him. Wally knew better than anyone else how impulsive his decisions could be. That being said, he did have great reflexes and super speed to boot, so whatever danger he was getting himself into had to be big. But if it was big danger, that meant his life was actually at stake and he could very much die-

...Where was he going with this? Oh yeah.

On the other hand, he'd been conditioned to be careful and to be skeptical. And right now, he was really damn skeptical...and worried. Tonight, he'd seen more than one person enter the forest and nobody had returned. The noises stopped, but his gut was telling him that this was a horrible thing. Where did they go? Did they die too? Would they find the bodies in the morning? What was happening in there?

He viciously bit into an energy bar, his second that night, as his thoughts raced. His mind was operating on super speed, thousands upon thousands of ideas flying through his mind in a fraction of a second. He quickly devoured the rest of the energy bar as he thought through a poorly conceived idea.

There probably wasn't anything in that forest that could catch him while he was running and he didn't want anyone else getting hurt. Maybe he could do something good with his powers and help other people. Maybe he could try being that superhero he and Jesse kept discussing. He could do it, he knew he could. Mind made up, he took a deep breath and ran.

Dodging stray tree branches and roots, Wally made his way through the foliage. His eyes strained to see in the moonlight and for a second, he thought that maybe he'd fooled himself into thinking people were in here. Still, it didn't hurt to check around and he could save someone. He didn't want anyone else dying even if he knew them or not. A flash of blonde caught his eye and before he went too far, he stopped himself. Thing is, he could never figure out how to stop on a dime and as he skidded across the forest floor, his foot caught on a particularly gnarled tree root. A flare of pain raced up his leg as he plummeted to the ground. He couldn't even cry out. Before any noise left his mouth, his head had an unfortunate encounter with another tree root.

The blow to the head didn't completely knock him out, but it left him dazed for a while. He wasn't entirely sure how long he'd been lying on the damp, slightly muddy ground, but it was long enough to feel like an hour to him. In reality, it was probably more like twenty minutes.

He was wavering between "I just got knocked out by a tree" and "Ow, ow, ow, ow..." when a buzzing reached his ears. There wasn't much he could do. His limbs were refusing to cooperate and the sound was kinda soothing, so his eyes stayed closed and he continued drifting on that cushion of not-quite-consiousness and left it at that. He didn't even twitch when something slithered along his back. It was probably nothing...right?

...No. Shit, no. He had to move, had to wake himself up somehow...

Against the throbbing in his head, he managed to open his eyes. Everything around him was blurry and he wouldn't be surprised if he had a concussion. There was definitely blood running down his forehead, but he wasn't worried. After all, head wounds bled a lot and it wouldn't be too worrisome as long as he didn't lose too much. Besides, advanced healing had its perks and he'd just eaten something before wandering into the forest, so he would be fi-

His neck exploded in pain.

Now fully conscious, Wally let out a strangled gasp as he felt two very sharp somethings force their way into his veins. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening.

Without hesitation, Wally clumsily grabbed at the writhing mass and pulled. It was very painful for him, but the thing did come free...and a decent amount of blood wound up on the ground. Clamping a hand over the now widened wound on his neck, the teen could finally get a better look at what attacked him.

It was some weird snake-thing with wings. It hissed angrily at him before lunging. Had Wally been in peak condition, he would've easily dodged the attack and ran like a bat out of hell. However, he was slightly concussed, dazed, and blood was seeping between his fingers. Just as the snake was about to bite his face, he rolled to the side. Unfortunately, the snake managed to sink its fangs into his shoulder. He could feel it scrape against bone and a shiver ran up his spine. That was not pleasant. Before he could move, the snake was biting his side, biting into his back, biting anywhere it could to try and find a good vein. Wally rolled onto his back again, trying to crush the thing beneath his weight. And while the snake hissed in pain, the head managed to wriggle free.

Never in his life had Wally been more terrified of a weird winged snake. The creature slithered into the undergrowth and Wally let out a sigh of relief. That sigh turned into a curse as three more snakes lunged from the trees. He jumped to his feet, not wanting to be on the receiving end of an additional three bites...and promptly fell flat on his face. A quick glance at his ankle made him cringe. It was incredibly swollen, barely being contained by his sneaker, and a feeling of dread manifested itself in his gut.

The three snakes struck hard: two at his wrists and one simply biting him in order to find another good vein. Despite it all, he managed to keep a hand clamped around the gash on his neck. He fought back in whatever way he could. With his free hand, he yanked at the snake feeding from his wrist. As soon as he pulled, he automatically knew it was a bad idea.

The snake wouldn't let go and when he pulled, he simply dragged the fangs through his vein. A large bubble of blood spurt from his wrist and he immediately let go. He'd made it worse.

He could feel himself fading as the vampiric snakes fed on him. Each was at a major artery (the third snake finally taking residence on his thigh) and between the three of them, there wasn't enough blood to go around. They were going to bleed him dry if he continued to lay there.

He was going to die.

...Was that for the best?

No. No, no, no, no, no! No, he was not going to be taken down by a bunch of stupid snakes! He was Wally West for crying out loud! He didn't survive countless experiments just to be taken down by blood loss. Hell, he had people to see, things to do-

People to save.

He fucking failed and it was all because of the snakes.

With his last reserves of strength, Wally grabbed the snake at his thigh, ripped it away, and slammed its body into the ground. Using his speed wasn't a good idea, especially this low on both blood and fuel, but it was the last chance he had. Before the other two snakes could fully react, Wally stood and, releasing the hand from his neck, slammed both snakes' heads into tree trunks. He bit back a cry of pain as the action forced the fangs deeper into his arms. Learning from last time, Wally ignored the pain in his ankle and bolted. He didn't even both pulling the dead snakes from his arms, he just ran. It was a reckless sprint fueled by desperation, but the houses were coming into view and he'd made it back alive an-

With a cry, he fell to the ground. He heard a sickening crunch as he fell and this time, he screamed. Something broke, God, something broke and from the pain running up and down his leg, he knew exactly what. Shit, that was bad. He'd have a hard time keeping his body under control and crap, what was he going to do if he couldn't run?

His thoughts were frantic, but they soon began to slow down to something that even a regular human would consider slower than usual. It was then that he realized he was pretty much soaked in his own blood, that blood continued to steadily flow from his neck and wrist. Maybe it was a good thing to keep the snakes in his wrists. He would have gladly passed out if not for one small detail.

He wasn't completely human, not anymore. Nobody would know how to treat him, how not to kill him. He had to tell someone, had to mention the extra glucose and metabolism and molecular instability and there were just so many things that would go wrong...

So he painstakingly climbed to his feet, trying to keep all weight off of his broken ankle. Dizzily, he yanked the dead snakes out of his wrists, wondering idly why they'd been there in the first place. And...what was he doing again? Where was he going?

...Whatever, he'd figure it out eventually. He just had to move, had to find people 'cause that's what he did, find people. As he limped forward, he was oblivious to the bloody trail he left behind.

[the-flashpoint]

// past

[jesseepinkmaan]

 [ He scoffed. ] Pff, I’m more about the pure stuff really. Ice is more my level, but I’ll take what I can get. A flash of lightning? Dude you gotta shorten it, that won’t fit on your superhero suit! Well obviously yo, I just meant pencils for now so I can draw you, dude. I’m sure someone’s ass will need saving soon enough.

I’m not - messed up! [ That wasn’t true, but Jesse had learnt to become defensive. ] I’m fine, dude, I just take drugs. So what? Uh.. I don’t know if I can. I might run out, anyway. And then I’ll have no choice.

Jerks? That’s the best you got, yo? [ He smirked. ] Yeah, I like to call myself that too, but my parents would disagree. Anyway, that’s cool right? ‘Cause you can use your powers for good.

[the-flashpoint]

Oh really? And how pure is your version of pure? Alright...lightning sounds dumb though. Did you have something in mind? And what superhero goes around with their name on their suit? I need a logo, like a bolt of lightning or something. You're probably right. Here's hoping it's not mine...

Dude, we're all messed up. I wasn't just calling you out. That Cora chick? Messed up. Seriously. But you can't just go cold turkey if you're getting off of drugs. How much do you take now and how much do you have left?

There are a lot of other names I can call them, but that's just a habit I picked up from being around little kids a lot. They heard it enough from those "scientists," they didn't deserve to hear it from us too, you know? Hey, maybe our parents should get together sometime so we can push them off a cliff. Yeah, I guess so. Haven't really gotten the chance yet.

[exdurance]

( past )

[exdurance]

  I uh — no, probably - not?

[the-flashpoint]

...Ok, dude. Um, weeeeeellllllllll...this just got really awkward.

You need anything or anyone?

[exdurance]

# past

 ”Oh — great. This is a really convenient time to be uncontrollably horny.”

[the-flashpoint]

...Uh...okay um...any way I can help?

[the-flashpoint]

// past

[jesseepinkmaan]

 You mean like names? I dunno man, Speedy Boy or something. Fast as lightening, yo. Do you like, like helpin’ people out and stuff? You should speed run and grab some pencils or something.

 Uh.. I don’t really know. A lot of shit, I guess. I started when I was like fourteen, just ‘cause I was bored, and I just haven’t.. really stopped. I mean I went to Rehab for a bit so I stopped then, but.. it didn’t uh — work.

Um, yeah. That’s like my thing, yo. I wanna wear it! Oh nah, not like me personally, just like.. the rebels and shit. Oh wait, so that vampire stuff, the fast shit — that was from the Capitol?

[the-flashpoint]

Speedy Boy? Nah, that's you dude. I can dig the lightning though, like...like a flash of lightning! That'd be sah-weet! Yeah, it'd be nice to help people, but I could do so much more than pencils. I...I could do anything. Dude, I could do so much.

Jeez, and I thought I was messed up...dude, do you wanna, y'know, get unhooked? I'll gladly try to help you.

Alright man, whatever floats your boat. Oh, ok, that makes more sense. Yep, all the Capitol...jerks...I was a kind-of-happy accident.