Chapter 4.
The next morning was weird. Wally woke up with a headache, which was probably caused by last nights crying episode. The bed was suprisingly soft. And the two pillows were incredibly soft. He felt like he was in warm and soft cocoon. And just for a little while, he could forget everything that was going on. All the bad things, getting kidnapped and all his insecurities. Wally breathed in deep and noticed how there was a slight smell of mangos coming from the pillows. But like all good things, even his little morning relaxation came to an end. Suddenly the reality hit him. Wally sat up quickly and tried to stand off from the bed, but felt dizzy all the sudden. And then came the noise. His stomach, it sounded like an angry bear.
"Shit, I haven't eaten anything lately. I need to find food..." Wally muttered to himself. With lot of effort he rose from the bed slowly and looked around him. It was a plain room with bed, closet and a window. Nothing more. Curiously Wally made his way to the closet and peeked inside. And smiled instantly. Inside the closet was clothes, lots of clothes. Wally took out a large blue hoodie, which felt extremely soft under his fingers and red pajama pants. He thought about it a minute and then shrugged his shoulders.
"Mardon literally made me hot chocolate yesterday, I guess I can borrow some of his clothes." still muttering to himself Wally changed his clothed quickly. The hoodie and pants were both too big for him and he felt like he was drowning in them. But somehow it felt good, like those times he borrowed clothes from Barry or Sti. There was also a faint smell of mangos which made Wally doubt that these clothes belonged to someone else than Mardon. Wally felt a sharp pain in his belly that made him feel dizzy again.
"Food, I need food immediatly." Wally opened the door and stepped into a hallway. He made his way down the hallway and entered a living area. He quietly made his way over the sofa and found Mardon still sleeping there soundly. And there in the corner of his eye he spotted it, kitchen. Mardon all but forgotten, Wally made his way to the kitchen and started going through cupboards and the fridge. There wasn't a lot of food but he managed to find supplies to make pancakes, some bacon and omelettes. So without any hesitation Wally started making breakfast. If there was one thing he could do, it was excellent breakfast. When Wally started frying the bacon the hilarity of the situation hit him once again. Here he was, making a breakfast for Mark Mardon and himself after an emotional night. He couldn't wait to tell about this to his friends and Barry! As soon as Wally thought about his da... uncle and friends his good mood disappeared. What would they say? He got kidnapped and then threw a hissy fit in his captors basement and slept over. Oh god he was pathetic, the others would surely blame him. Just like Joe and everyone else. Wally's thoughts took a quick leap to the dark corner of his mind and he fell even deeper to his depressive state of mind.
Maybe I deserve to be hurt and alone. I always screw everything and people close to me have to suffer because of me. Oh god, I'm so pathetic. Maybe Joe is right and I should just... disappear. For good. It would everything so much easier for Barry and the others...
"I was about to ask what ye're thinking, but with a mug like that, I don't think I wanna know." Wally almost jumped out of his skin when he heard Mardon's voice behind him. He had been so deep in his head that he did not hear Mardon waking u and coming to kitchen. The suprise had made Wally drop the pan he was holding, but luckily Mardon has caught it before any damage was made.
"Bloody hell kiddo, are ya gonna feed an entire rogues gallery or why is there so much food? And these poor bacons are almost burnt, lucky for ya I happen to like mine crispy" Wally just stared at Mardon when he took the pan out of Wally's hand and started moving the bacon to two different plates that Wally had prepared earlier. The man looked shockingly normal. Mardon was wearing grey sweat pants, white t-shirt and pikachu slippers. His hair was standing up and there was still some sleepiness in his eyes. Wally was still standing right next to him and staring at the man. And then he noticed it. It was faint but it was still there.
"Mangos!" Wally intelligently blurted out. There was slight sent of Mangos coming from Mardon. They both looked suprised by Wally's sudden yell and Wally couldn't help but to shrink little bit when Mardon turned his gaze to him. And just when he was about to say something to Wally, Wally started stuttering even more intelligent things.
"I mean the pillows- and I borrowed clothes- and it's really soft, both pillows and the hoodie- and I thought it was someone elses because you don't smell like mangos, or- or I thought you didin't, but you do. And there's nothing wrong with it, I just- just didin't expect it, cause you know you are a super villain, not that there is anything wrong with it, smelling like mangos I mean. The super villain part is little wrong, I mean you- you steal things and stealing is not good, but there is cases when it's okay, like- like stealing back something that is yours. And- and..."
"Whoa whoa, calm the hell down kiddo! Are ya even breathing between there?"
"I'm sorry I just ramble when I- I get nervous, not that I'm nervous, I mean I-I'm quite terrified. But-but not you! I swear, I mean I'm little scared because you're villain and all but you made me hot chocolate and Lance always says it's a sign of friendship, not- not that we are friends but like super bad evil villain villains don't make hot chocolate to others..." once again Wally and Mardon were left speechless and just stared at each other. Their staring was cut off by a loud rumbling noice that came from Wally's stomach. Wally's face went entirely red. Mardon just stared at him couple seconds more and started laughing.
"Bloody hell kiddo, sit down and eat something before yer belly eats us both"
Wally quickly scrambled to the table and sat down banging his forehead on the table. This was officially the most weirdest and embarrassing morning ever. Soon there was soft clanks when Mardon started putting plates down to the table. Wally heard him muttering quietly about teenagers, Snart's softness infecting him and mangos. After getting everything on the table Mardon sat down too and started just picking things to his plate.
"Well go on, I ain't gonna feed ya kid. And the food ain't gonna walk to yer mouth by itself." Wally didin't need anymore urging. He started eating right away and once the food hit his mouth, everything felt little better all the sudden. By the time Mardon has finished off two pancakes, Wally was eating his sixteenth. Wally was so invested on his food, he didin't notice Mardon sneaking glanzes of him. The breakfast was short and quiet. After finishing most of the food Wally looked little sheepish and blushed when Mardon whistled at his empty plate. Ankward silence followed. Neither of them knew what to say. Wally started bouncing his legs up and down and scratching his arm. Both nervous habits. He wanted to call his friends, but at the same time he wanted to run to the guest room and curl under the blankets. World was a scary thing and he didin't want to face it. Mardon was silently evaluated the child sitting in front of him. Something was clearly wrong, there was no doubt about it. The kid didin't look like he wanted to leave and last night basement episode only confirmed that. There was obviously some bad things going on at kids home. Mardon wanted to just get rid of the kid or throw him outside, but something inside him resisted. Seeing the kid panicking in the basement brought back bad memories from his and Clyde's childhood. And looking the kid now, just sitting there wearing Marks' oversized clothes... wait a minute.
"Ye're wearing my clothes? Where in the bloody hell did you find those?" and ho didin't he notice that before. He must be even more tired than he realised. The kid didin't say anything, Just looked at Mark with these wide doe eyes. His lips were slightly pouting and there was moistness in his eyes. Perfect puppy eyes, damn it.
"They were so soft and smelled really good. I'm sorry..." The kid whispered quietly and it seemed like he was gonna start any moment. And Mark did not want to deal with anymore tears.
"Alright, alright. It's okay kiddo. Bloody sailors boots what happend to my life..." Mark sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead. There was one person who could possibly help him. He just didin't want to consider that option. But then again, he was way over his head at the moment.
"Okay kid you go back to sleep, ya look ye're going to fall asleep there. I'll clean up and figure out something." Mardon started cleaning the plates from the table and turned around to walk to the kitchen. But suddenly the kid was hugging him from behind. It was quick hug, and he probably wouldn't even have realised it, if it wasn't for the quiet "thsnk you" the kid muttered. Mark didin't even have time to turn around before the kid flashed away and he heard the guest bedroom's door close. Well at least now he knew for a fact that the kid was a speedster. This was getting weirder and weirder. And dangerous. He needed solve this thing as soon as possible. Mark cleaned the plates quickly and then made his way to the basement. The bodies of the thugs he had hired and then killed were still there.
"Aww fuck I ain't gonna bother. I'll just call someone to deal with this shit..." He muttered while walking down to the basement. There he dug out his phone and stared at it. The he cursed some and selected the number he knew he should call. Then he cursed some more and closed his phone. And opened it again. And closed it. And then his phone rang.
"Fuck." Mardon thought about just hanging up but knew nothing good would come out of it. So he cursed once more and answered the call.
"Mardon want to explain this ridiculous rumor that you have once again gone after West, even after I specifically told you not to do it." Fuck where the hell had Snart heard about his plans. Not that that mattered anymore, more troubling was the fact that Mardon had no idea how to explain the situation to Snart.
"Well, I'm waiting. Normally I would have already heard your pathetic excuses Mardon." Snart sounded extra pissy today, oh well time to make his day even worse.
"Yeah about that, ya might wanna come by safe house 4. There's been some, unexpected developments..." Mardon was probably going to die this night by an icicle.
"...What have you screwed up now?"
"Just... This ain't something I can explain by phone. Ya gotta come by, I'm way over my head here." Mardon hated to when he couldn't handle things so even Snart was suprised by his answer. And before he could answer to Mardon, Mark decided to hang up the phone. Too tired to care about the inevitable death that would follow his action.
"Fuck me."
Meanwhile Barry was loosing his mind. The call yesterday had been short. Only thing he had been able to say was that Wally was missing and Kurt had replied with a firm "We'll be there". Barry had no idea who Kurt was bringing and he couldn't find the strenght to care. He stressed, scared and exhausted. Wally might not have been his biological child, but Barry saw him as a son. And he was going to get his boy back, no matter what.