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runningstart[It was just an experiment. Just something with S.T.A.R. Labs, to see if he could help Barry out with this weirdo room-sized frictionless treadmill thing. Barry would run as fast as he could, and Wally would run alongside him and together they'd try to generate enough kinetic energy that it could be converted and stored. Just a test.
And Wally was in awe, as he always is whenever he sees his Uncle go all out, so much that the deep-seated sense of inadequacy that whispers nasty things in the back of his head was quiet for once. His uncle is amazing, look at him go-!
But something was wrong. He'd long since started moving so fast that Wally's eyes couldn't keep up, and he knows that they both had exceeded the speed of sound a long time ago and his uncle was nearly approaching light. Something was wrong. The room around them was too bright, then too dark, and he starts to slow and reaches for Barry to get his attention, encourage him to slow down too-
And his hand passes right through.
And all of a sudden something is behind Wally and pushing him, like a freight train at his back and shoving him forward and he thinks he slammed into the wall in front of him but he didn't, because he goes right through. His hand flies up to his nose to check for blood -did he try to vibrate? Did he succeed?- but it's dry and he's falling forward and his cheek is scraped up by gravel and his mouth tastes like ash.
Everything is quiet. He thinks he hears whispering. He tries to push himself up and his elbows and knees are aching, he must've landed on them.]
Ow. Owww. [The whispers stop and Wally glances up to see the sky gray and dark, and it's...snowing? But it's the middle of spring. And it's not cold, and it's not piling up like it should be. The people around him aren't dressed for winter- hell, they're not dressed for anything. They look terrible, and those- are those inhibitor collars?]
...uh, hi? Hello? [Wally waves and they jerk back and away from him, like he's dangerous. He's never felt ridiculous in his bright yellow and red uniform until now, with everyone in dark shades of blue and gray and green in varying states of disrepair. Where is he? This doesn't look like anywhere in the states. ...shit, is that ash falling from the sky? Did a volcano erupt?
Where is he...?!]
And Wally was in awe, as he always is whenever he sees his Uncle go all out, so much that the deep-seated sense of inadequacy that whispers nasty things in the back of his head was quiet for once. His uncle is amazing, look at him go-!
But something was wrong. He'd long since started moving so fast that Wally's eyes couldn't keep up, and he knows that they both had exceeded the speed of sound a long time ago and his uncle was nearly approaching light. Something was wrong. The room around them was too bright, then too dark, and he starts to slow and reaches for Barry to get his attention, encourage him to slow down too-
And his hand passes right through.
And all of a sudden something is behind Wally and pushing him, like a freight train at his back and shoving him forward and he thinks he slammed into the wall in front of him but he didn't, because he goes right through. His hand flies up to his nose to check for blood -did he try to vibrate? Did he succeed?- but it's dry and he's falling forward and his cheek is scraped up by gravel and his mouth tastes like ash.
Everything is quiet. He thinks he hears whispering. He tries to push himself up and his elbows and knees are aching, he must've landed on them.]
Ow. Owww. [The whispers stop and Wally glances up to see the sky gray and dark, and it's...snowing? But it's the middle of spring. And it's not cold, and it's not piling up like it should be. The people around him aren't dressed for winter- hell, they're not dressed for anything. They look terrible, and those- are those inhibitor collars?]
...uh, hi? Hello? [Wally waves and they jerk back and away from him, like he's dangerous. He's never felt ridiculous in his bright yellow and red uniform until now, with everyone in dark shades of blue and gray and green in varying states of disrepair. Where is he? This doesn't look like anywhere in the states. ...shit, is that ash falling from the sky? Did a volcano erupt?
Where is he...?!]
