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Chapter 20 - Gone

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GONE.

I was gone that day. Gone for good.

I was going to leave, for them, to keep them safe. To keep the people I had grown to call my friends and family alive. It was going to be a selfless act, my last act as a hero before I was plunged into the world of villains yet again.

But plans change, so do people. What started as a selfless act turned into an act of anger, a change, a turn back to where I came from, where I belonged. With the villains.

"(Y/n) can you come help me put groceries away?" M'gann shouted from the kitchen, taking me away from my unwavering staring at my bucket list.

I slid my chair out from under my desk, walking out of my room to the kitchen. M'gann was holding several bags of food with her telekinesis, moving different food items around the room and into different cupboards.

I grabbed some bags from the air, beginning to put some items away in the cupboard and fridge.

"Kid Flash B-0-3"

I looked out from the cupboard I had opened, waiting for Wally to run in, swiping some food from us. But he never showed up.

"Where do you think he is?" M'gann asked after another minute of silence, no blurs coming through the kitchen.

"I don't know," I mumbled, closing the cupboard and walking out to the main room, no Wally there either.

I checked the training rooms, nothing. Then the den, nothing. I even checked the garage, nothing. The last place that Wally could possibly be was my room. But why would he be in there?

"Wally," I called as I was walking down the long hallway leading to the many rooms. "Wally are you here?"

I stopped at my door, it automatically sliding open for me. There was my red head, sitting on the edge of my bed, both of his hands full. In one of them was several pictures, in the other was... the bucket list.

"Wally-" I started, immediately getting cut off. I should never have titled it, I should have never written it. It was so obvious I was going to leave.

"What is this?" He asked quietly. His eyes moved up and met mine, they were sparking with intensity. He spoke again, his voice raising, "What is this!"

"I'm sorry," I whispered, not know what else to say.

"You're sorry?" He yelled, standing up, "Sorry for what? What is this list for (Y/n)? Why do you have to leave?"

"I-I can't say," I sighed, looking up at the ceiling to calm down. If I told him I had to leave to protect him, he'd gather to team to face Klarion, which was not going to end well. If I told him and Klarion found out in general, everyone would die.

"Why can't you say? I should tell the league about this (Y/n). You know you aren't allowed to leave without permission and finding this. This is why you wanted to go on the trip, to get through this list. Why did you make the list?"

"Because I wanted to live!" I finally screamed. Shadows moved from the corners of the room to the wall. "I wanted to live before I had to leave! And I have to leave to protect you and the team! God Wally, I'm doing this for you! Everything I've done is for you!"

Wally and I were circling each other now, like we were sparring. I was near my nightstand while Wally was closer to the door. Wally's breathing quickened, face flushed with anger. I was surely the same way. Neither of us were thinking clearly, and I wished I'd calmed down to talk things out.

"You're lying," Wally shook his head, "You're going back to the villains. You never wanted to stay here! You still think what they're doing is right! Did you steal information from us?"

"No."

"Did you mean anything you said to the team... to me? Were you always pretending? From the moment I walked into that prison that the villains kept you in?"

"Wally I meant everything," I cried, hysterical, "You know me, please let me explain. I meant what I said Wally, I love you, I really do."

"This bucket list... Why you went through it. I don't know what I can believe from you anymore. You've been lying to me this entire time. You've been keeping secrets. How can I trust you?" A few tears fell down Wally's freckled cheeks, "Did you really love me? No, don't answer. I won't know if you're lying or not."

My breath hitched, the world around me stopped. My heart was torn out of my chest and destroyed, shattered and stomped on.

"If you don't trust me, then leave!"

It was silent between us for a few seconds before a wind passed by me, and Wally was gone.

I let out a frustrated scream, picking up the nearest thing to me and throwing it against the wall as hard as I could. As I took in a few deep breaths, I realized what I had just thrown; I had just thrown my music box.

"No," I murmured, walking forward and picking up a piece of the splintered wood, "No, no, no!"

I fell to my knees, sobbing hysterically. The reality of what had just happened crashed over me fully. Wally had found the list, we fought, badly. He told me he couldn't trust me anymore. He didn't believe I loved him. I had destroyed my calming method. I just wanted to go back, back to a time with no worries, where I could just leave reality.

"If they never cared, then you can learn to not care about this too," Klarion's words ran through my mind, "You can forget about love, and leave these pathetic heroes, leave that pathetic meta-human, and we can take the world."

"I can learn," I assured myself, standing up and brushing aside the piece of splintered wood. A slight glint in the light caught my attention.

I walked over to the glint. It was the pictures Wally was holding. I picked them up gingerly, looking through them. They were the same pictures Wally had sent me through text. On each one however was a written date and time.

I growled, ripping the pictures in half and throwing them in the pile with the music box.

"I tried to tell him," I mumbled to myself as I grabbed my original phone and a bag, "But he didn't listen. He sees me as a villain, nothing more. If he sees me as a villain, then I'll be that villain."

The only clothes I could trust that weren't tagged were the clothes I had gotten from Greece, France, and England. They were paid for in cash, not with a card, and they hadn't left my suitcase since the trip.

I shoved the items into the bag, passing by my dresser as I did so, the figurines Wally got me for my birthday caught my eye. I looked through them, picking up the London Eye figurine. A reminder, of what was never real.

My vision blurred, turning red for a second. An address moved across my vision. 'Meet me here' was the last of it.

"This is reality," I told myself, making a punching motion with my hand. A shadow made a nicely shaped hole through my room's window, "And I'm going to face it."

Slinging my bag over my shoulder I jumped out of the window, a few shadows near the shore of the beach catching me before I hit the ground. Whether or not alarms would be going off I didn't know, but I would be gone before they could find me.

"Mind taking me where I need to go?" I asked the air.

A swirl of darkness crashed over me. I could now feel myself moving, I just couldn't see it. Shadow travel, experimental, but likely possible.

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The feeling of movement finally stopped, the darkness crawling off of my body. They had stopped near a dark alley, the setting sun not helping the somber mood.

"Villains were always ones for dramatizing things," I smiled, entering the alley.

"It's nice to see that you showed," Klarion stepped out of the shadows, still in his 'true' form, "I thought I would have to kill those friends of yours."

"They aren't my friends," I whispered, crossing my arms, "Not anymore."

"Oh look at that," Klarion grinned, "You're learning already. No attachments, attachments mean weakness, weakness is not allowed, understand?"

I nodded. A sharp pain spread throughout my cheek, causing my head to turn at the force of the impact. After a moment of disbelief I realized Klarion had just slapped me.

"That's for doubting your heritage," he hummed, "For not embracing my side of the family."

"Alright, I got punished," I shrugged, ignoring the stinging pain left on my face, "I'm ready to work for you, I guess."

"Oh no," Klarion shook his head with a laugh, "You aren't just going to start working for me first. I don't care how sure about this loyalty you are, it isn't good enough. I'm going to put you through... Let's call it conditioning, and trust me when I saw when I'm done with you, you will be a villain, and you'll be willing to do what I am to an innocent person."