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Shit! Why was he so fucking stupid.
Why of all places, of all times
What the hell is he--
“-doing here”, Abigail asked.
She was dressed in some extravagant glitter overalls with a scattered amount of gardening tools beside her. Of course, she would be fucking gardening when he runs to her front gate, of fucking course.
Despite his obvious interruption, she didn’t seem unhappy to see him. In fact, she seemed excited, as if they were old friends and he just ran over.
Ha! The fucking irony of it all
“I - uhhh-
“Miss Caperson! Miss Caperson!” and array of voices shouted.
Yes!! Saved by the fucking bell, or bellboys….butlers?
Anyways, in less than a second, a group of butlers, maids and bodyguards surrounded the two. The oldest of the bunch, an old butler named Carmichael was the first to address them.
“Miss Caperson, unfortunately, there has been a blackout. All technology has been cut out in Central City, Blue Valley, Bludhaven, and Smallville. Because of the security risk , your father has requested you remain inside until further notice. Your friend may come as well”
A black out huh.
Uncle Barry? Batman? Dick? Tim? God? Whoever, caused this blackout. Thank you!! Thank you!! Thank you!!
Fuck yeah!! He may still have a secret identity after all.
“Awww but I was planting my periwinkle tulips,their super fragile. If I don’t plant them now they’ll turn green,”Abigail whined.
Carmichael sighed, handed Abigail an Ipad and motioned the others to venture inside, “I’m sorry Miss Caperson. Your father sends his regards. He also mentioned you may shop for an indoor garden venue and he will have it built near your room. To prevent this terrible ordeal from happening again”.
“It’s not the same, if they cant get real sunlight”, Abigail pouted as she swiped across the Ipad.
Despite her pouting, none of her employees seemed to mind. In less than a second, both Wally and Abigail were ushered into the large mansion.
Wally tried to stop them, truly he did. “I uh actually was just stopping by to say hi. I have to go to my Uncle’s house. And if I don’t leave now I’ll be late”.
The butlers didn't seem to care, only pushing Wally further into the house and leading the duo to Abigail's room. Abigail didn’t seem all too interested either, she was invested into the Ipad. Squealing at everything she deemed ‘super cute’.
Wally tried again, “Hey! Didn’t ya hear me I’m not-
“I’m sorry Mister West. But due to your impromptu visit coordinating with the blackout. We can't just let you walk away”.
Wait…. What the hell does that mean?
Did they think he was….
“Wally’s not trying to kill me. He’s my friend, silly” Abigail laughed.
Wally just stood there shocked as ever. Kill her? They can’t be serious? I mean sure she’s Andrew Capersons daughter but fuck, she goes to Central High, the mall tons of public places. They can’t be serious.
“You can’t be sure, he could be a Russian spy for all we know” Carmichael replied.
Holy fuck! They are serious.
They started to argue but Wally wasn't paying attention. He couldn’t help but wonder why the fuck they would be so suspicious. He’s a fucking twig, hes a nerd. He's a nobody.
But Abigail was Abigail Caperson. Central City Sweetheart. The president's granddaughter. Always bubbly, always happy, way to pretty. Always surrounded by a crowd of people and her bodyguard of a boyfriend.
Yeah, he could see why walking up to her alone in her garden would seem suspicious.
Shit!!
“A new friend Miss Caperson. Who just happened to show up simultaneously when the security cameras cut out is suspicious! Our generators even stopped for a moment. Did you see how he arrived, because I have yet to find Mr. West's vehicle. Why would his cab leave so suddenly unless something suspicious was about to happen? Regardless of your care for him, we have a protocol. Please reside in your room, while Mr. West completes the test”, Carmichael exasperatedly replied.
The old man was obviously frustrated. And, if Wally was being honest he could definitely see why. Abigail was not being the least bit cooperative. She should just let them follow the protocol so he can go home, who cares if he has to take a test.
Wait test?
“Wally doesn't need the test” Abigail whined back. Why was she so against this test, he wondered. It can't be anything good.
“Uh yeah hard pass on the torture test” Wally added.
Camrichael sighed for what has to be the 100th time, “As nice as your hope in him is Miss Caperson, it isn't enough, I’m sorry but I must follow protocol. As for you Mister West, the test isn’t any torture whats so ever. It's a simple procedure, just some questions. Miss Caperson is being dramatic”.
When Abigail didn’t object to any of this Wally smiled,“Oh I guess that's fine than”.
“Perfect!! We shall commence the test in the second study. Miss Caperson would you like to-”.
“I’ll actually join you. The least I could do is keep him company, Wally’s only doing the polygraph to be nice” Abigail quipped.
Wait did she say…..Polygraph???
The walk to the second study sucked, not only was time megaslow do to Carmichaels stupid shuffle. But Abigail decided to fill the time by talking a mile a minute.
Normally he wouldn’t mind, it wasn’t like he couldn’t keep up with the conversation. He could keep up just fine, and usually any distraction is a good distraction. But he seriously was in trouble unless he figured a way out of--
“We’re here” Carmichael solemnly stated.
Yeah they’re fucking here alright. The second study damn well should have been called the red room. It was a large area, with expensive furniture that just screamed impersonal. The walls were vacant, not even a family photo adorned it. There were three large bookshelves that just screamed rich and fancy. On the desk stood a single lie detector machine, its wires already a bit tangled. Besides the machine stood two very large men. It seemed like the perfect business room, or executioner room. Whatever works?
And Wally had come up with not one plan. Shit, wing it, it is.
“I uh- actually was rethinking it guys. And I was wondering if we could..uh I don't know..maybe take a raincheck. I just remembered, I’m afraid of needles and wires freak me out and-
“Sit '' one of the large men muttered before grabbing Wally's shoulders and pushing the boy into a chair.
And fuck, did Andrew Caperson hire Metas as bodyguards or something cause that was one hell of a push. Even being Kid Flash,Wally felt that push in his head. It was a hard push, like Superboy hard. “Ow”.
“Be careful Armen” Abigail chided.
Armen grunted, but said nothing more. In less than a few seconds Wally blood was taken and he was hooked up to the machine, trying desperately to keep his heart rate to a normal non meta speed. Abigail as if sensing his discomfort, went to his side and held his hand. Whispering sweet praises into his ear.
“Relax” she reassured. But fuck, how in the hell did she expect Wally to do that. Not only was he a fucking idiot strapped to a fucking lie detector test with his secrete identiy minutes from being exsposed, he’s also stuck in a labryth like mansion and he’s pretty sure that Armen guy is a Meta.
A fucking strong Meta.
Despite this, Wally tried his best to slow down his heart. He had to protect his identity, he could worry later.
He thought of every hospital movie he’s ever seen and tried his best to mimik that. When Carmichael started asking questions, he knew he at least fooled one of them.
“Your full name”?
“Wallace Rudolph West”.
“Age”?
“Fifteen”.
“Birthplace”?
“Blue Valley”.
The questions continued for a little while. Little things, that he didn't really care if they knew. Did he have siblings? No. Did he want any? No.
It was all too easy and for once Wally didn't mind telling the truth. He didn't mind until Carmichael got to the real question.
“What are you doing here”?
“I uh- was in the neighborhood. Just wanted to see Abby” Wally lied. He tried to lie, but the second he did, the wires sparked red and his machine began to beep frantically. Abigail apparently distressed with this instantly dropped Wally's hand and back up to the other side of the room, almost in fear.
Shit, she's afraid of him.
The machine beeps louder.
Shit! Calm down. Calm down.
“Mister West, please refrain from dishonesty. This is the most accurate polygraph test it picks up even the slightest discrepancy. I should warn you, further lying will result in an administration of truth serum through injection. It's a painful process so I would like to avoid it if we could”, Carmichael explained.
“You can't do that. That has to be illegal '' Wally nearly yelled. He tried to get out of the seat but Armen, apparently was just waiting for a chance to slam him back into it. This time he keeps his hands on Wallys shoulders.
Shit! Calm down. Calm down.
“Wally just tell the truth” Abigail pleaded. She had moved a little closer, but that didn't stop the fearful glint from reaching her eyes. She wanted to believe in him. But why is he lying?
“I am” he replied back.
Beep! Beep!Beep!Beep! The machine gets louder, Armens grip gets tighter.
And Abigails, eyes get harsher, “Stop lying! I trusted you! The crew trusted you, how could you just lie in my face. Your the same as everyone else,all you care about is my Dad”
Wally started to reply but stopped when he saw the other bodyguard pull out a needle and serum.
Beeep! Beep!Beep!
Calm down. Calm down.
Armen let go of one of Wally’s shoulders to grab the now filled needle. Apparently he only needed one arm, to hold frantic Wally down.
Once the needle was poised at his neck, Carmichael sauntered over once more, “Mr. West last chance. What are you doing here”?
Beeep! Beep! Beep!
What is he doing here?
Shit, hell if he knows. One minute he's at home the next he's running to escape-
Roy.
Fuck, he forgot about Roy. He forgot what had happened and now he wishes more than anything he never remembered. Every emotion he had been running from, crashed into him like a hawaii wave.
His friend Roy...his good friend Roy.
“He’s dead” Wally whispered.
“Elaborate”Carmichael saids.
For a second Wally doesn’t, his mind still reeling on the revelation that Roy...is gone.
Armen’s grip tightens once more, hard enough that Wally squirms as he wipes his eyes. When did he start crying? Why can’t he stop?
Armen squeezed harder every passing second. It was excruciating, Wally’s not sure which hurt more. His shoulder or his heart.
“Better talk now, before I get serious” Armen growled out.
Wally sighed, he may as well. “My friend….h-he died. I was...running- running to get away…. Get away being sad, or mad or anything and I - I just.. This was the last place I was at when I was happy so I just ended up..here.
Silence. No one said anything. The beeping had finally stopped.
Instantly he was engulfed in a bear hug from Abigail. “Oh Wally, I’m so so so sorry. I can’t believe I even, I mean seriously that's terrible”.
“It's fine- I’m
“Don’t you dare! It’s not fine, you're grieving and I’m a bad friend. Come on, lets go wash your face”, she started ripping the wires off of him only to be stopped by Armen.
“The protocol requires more questions”, he growled out.
Abigail, not even the least bit disturbed, plucked her wrist out of his reach and glared back. “I don't care, he told you why he’s here and that's good enough. He doesn't need to answer anymore questions so back off”.
Armen grinned, he loved confrontation, “ Too bad you're not the boss, princess. Or I might actually listen”.
The two blondes glared at one another, ready for the next move. Before either one could say anything else, Carmichael interrupted.
“That’s fine Miss Caperson, please exit to the left with your guest. Armen stand down”.
“What” Armen screeched, while Abigail smugly smiled. As she ( and five other bodyguards) left the room, literal steam came out of Armen’s ears. It wasn’t until she was completely gone that Armen spoke.
“Why did you let the ginger go? The handbook highlighted three other ‘must ask’ questions”.
Carmichael sighed. It was always the newbys, always. In less than a second he had elbowed Armen in the gut, he followed it with a swift kick that left the large man on the floor heaving. Just as Armen was getting up he posed his knife at Armen’s neck and cut him down to his belly button.
“Armen because of who your father is, I’ll take your questioning as ignorance and not kill you. But keep in mind I do not tolerate insolence or unnecessary conversation”. Carmichael replied.
Armen could do nothing. Not only was his blood leaking,his throat pulsing. His entire body was stiff…..like he was paralyzed. The nerves no longer responding to him. He hadn’t felt this weak, this vulnerable in a long time.
He didn't understand.
Why couldn't he move?
Why…..when all this old man did was cut him.
“Any questions” Carmichaels monotone voice asked.
“Whuuy”, Armen slurred. Shit even his mouth, it was getting harder to move his mouth. He couldn't even scream. Was he dying...no. Carmichael didn't even cut any vital points.
So why?
As if hearing Armens murmurs, Carmichael crouched down and answered him. “Why what? Why let you live, I’ve told you your father is a valuable asset. Or perhaps you are asking why you can't speak. I’m sorry dear boy did you believe you were the only meta in the room. In any case, for future reference it is best to let the young mistress believe she has some authority. She is more compliant that way”.
He kicked Armens once, hard enough to make the young man cough blood. Soft enough to not break a rib.
He then tenderly held Armens face, “Although it is good, that you are careful about protocol. Your father did say you were excellent at taking orders. So I will give you a piece of information to ease your mind. The boy's blood was taken by Tarean. Did you happen to notice where the blood was stored...hm no. Too busy trying to be the strongest in the room”.
Armon said nothing. He didn't understand how he could be sooooo. Stupid.
When he didn't receive an answer Carmichaels grip tightened, hard enough that Armon screamed.“It's been two minutes,you should be able to talk again. I asked you a question, do you best to answer. ”
Shit he asked a question. What was it?
Apparently he took too long trying to find the question because the next he knew Carmichael had hit him again. This time he did break ribs.
“I don’t remember” Armen gritted through his teeth.
Carmichael sighed and gestured to the only other person in the room. The other bodyguard Tarean. A quiet, frail man, who had never spoken to Armen and always looked uninterested. In Tareans hand was the vial of blood from Wally.
Carmichael grinned and grabbed the vial as Tarean helped Armen off the floor.
Armen could only grimace both from his cut and from the amount of blood he lossed. You could barely see it in the all red room, and that made it even scarier.
As Tarean tended to Armens wound, Carmichael sauntered over to left bookcase and picked up a book. The shelf moved to the right to reveal an assortment of vials. All vials of blood. Some more empty than others.
Once Carmichael labeled the vial and placed it with the others, he closed the shelf and nodded to the remaining two men. “Trust me Armen we aren't finished questioning the boy. We’ll just save the further questions for a later date. If you're good I’ll even let you retrieve him. Clean up this mess and report back to me in twelve minutes. Understood?”.
Beside him, Armen could feel Tareans hefty nod. He tried his best to mimic it but his neck stil was sore, the bandages only supplying the minimal support.
Tarean made quick of mopping up his blood as Carmichael left the room. Armen just stood there still shocked from earlier. He didn't even notice Tarean bottle up some of his own spilt blood, until the frail man went to place it with the others.
The other vials, over 600. Some filled to the brim while others were barely but a drop of blood. Vials that Armen knew were kept for nothing good.
He eyed the one labelled Armen Ikarus and then the one labeled Wally West. Both right next to the other, both filled half way. Both in the front, to where he knew they would be put to use soon.
Just what the hell.
What the hell was this place?