A smacked my other hand against the screen over and over, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.
"Wally! Why can't I go through?" I whispered, My hands traveling around for some kind of loop hole.
"Darling, there is no use. Please don't hurt yourself." He whispered, his hand retreating from his hair and reaching towards me.
"Surely you can come through, right?" I pleaded, tears streamed violently down my cheeks now.
Wally sighed and gently pressed his hand against the screen, not being able to cross through.
"This must be a mistake.." I muttered to myself.
"Quite the contrary." Wally laughed sadly, leaning back and removing his glove to reveal his..
Black hand.
Wally rolled up the rest of his sleeve to reveal a thick darkness that spread up from his fingertips to just barely above his elbow
"What.. I don't understand.." I gasped, a hand moving to cover my mouth as sobs escaped my lips.
"I told you Home was taking over, I was just.. I didn't want you to think I was a monster because he was killing me. Ha, I can barely feel these guys anymore!" Wally said, removing his other glove to reveal a similar scene.
My heart sank into my chest as I processed his words. I never thought Wally would really be.. dying. I had always thought I'd save him, Raphael said I'd save him.
"This is okay- I'll figure out another way in. Raphael should be there to help you, why isn't he helping you?" I sobbed, pressing my forehead against the screen and searching through blurry eyes.
"I told you it's no use, darling. I had a chat with the other neighbors while you were away.." he laughed, bending down and picking up a canister of..
Gasoline.
My head shot back and my mouth dropped open as I registered the gasoline.
"A.. talk? Wally, put that down. Please put it down." I choked, my legs beginning to shake under the pressure.
"We had a neighborhood meeting where I told them everything. We collectively agreed that Home must be stopped." He said plainly, unscrewing the cap and beginning to dump the gasoline everywhere.
"Right, Home must be stopped. But.. what about you?" I whispered, feeling a spark of hope shoot through my veins.
"Oh, my love." Wally let out a sad laugh before stretching his arm up and pouring the gasoline over his head.
"I told you I feared that I may not be Me anymore. And, well, I've changed. My body has changed.
I am apart of Home now."
I shook my head violently, letting out mangled sobs as I watched Wally reach off camera and return with a match box.
"I told you I would kill him with fire." Wally smiled, taking out a single match and dragging it.
The fire illuminated in his eyes and danced across his face beautifully.
"No.. no, please. You're still Wally. You're Wally. You're my Wally Darling! Please. We can fix this, I promise." I pleaded, my voice getting caught between painful sobs.
Wally's eyes traveled back up to the screen, locking with mine. He let out a small sigh before dropping the match box and pressing a hand against mine, the two separated by the thin screen.
"I love you." I whispered, my throat closing up.
"I love you too."
Wally smiled somberly; a small blushed formed on his cheeks as he dropped the match, his entire body catching on fire immediately.
I let out a blood curdling scream and threw my fists against the screen violently. My eyes widened as the fire spread from his shoes to the floor, a burning darkness beginning to drip from the ceiling and onto Wally's squirming body. My legs shook and gave out, sending me tumbling to the floor. I rolled around and covered my ears; hoping it would drown out Wally's traumatic screams.
"I was wondering where you were, I found the.. card..." the chiefs voice boomed as he entered my room, his eyes traveling over my broken body.
"Oh my god." He gasped, rushing to my side and picking me up.
"I need help in here, stat!" He screamed, taking me out of my room and making it halfway down the stairs before his partners arrived to help.
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December, 2004
I drove in my pale yellow truck with all of the windows down, screaming along to the song 'Since U Been Gone'. I pulled into my parking spot at the department, pushing the truck door open and swinging my work bag over my healed shoulder. I smoothed my trench coat down and swiped my ID card at the entrance, stepping foot into the lobby and smiling to myself.
"Good work yesterday solving the case! We can always count on you, detective." Dylan, the front desk receptionist, said flirtatiously.
I rolled my eyes and flipped him the bird. I fumbled around with my keys as I walked to my office, finally finding it and jamming it into the slot. I swung the door open and dropped my bag onto a chair with a groan. I rubbed the left over sleep from my eyes, dropping my hands and reaching for my bag. Where was my iPod, I swear I just had it. I flung my bag shut and took in a few deep breaths, feeling seconds away from a total meltdown.
My eyes traveled to my messy desk where I noticed.. coffee? Around the office, I'm known as 'that one detective bitch', so it's very rare that anyone would feel the need to bring coffee without poisoning it. I uneasily made my way over, gasping as I noticed a single cat cookie rested neatly on a napkin next to the coffee.
I was broken from my trance at the sound of the door opening.
"Dylan, I swear if you're here to annoy me-" I started, being cut off by a weirdly familiar male voice.
"Sorry, I thought I'd bring you coffee! I'm your new assistant." The voice spoke oddly confidently.
I grimaced to myself and reached for an unfamiliar file - when did we start using red envelopes to hold cases? I shook my head and glanced in his direction, double taking as I took in his features.
He was a tall man with black spiraled hair, he wore a colorful striped polo with slacks and a tray of cat cookies in his arms.
"Y'know, It's awfully rude to stare, darling."
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