The Race, Pt. 1

It was a cold, blustery day in late December. A light snow had started to fall. Wally cursed himself for agreeing to this stupid race. "The most epic race ever," his friend claimed, he asked how but by then he was talking to a dial tone. Clark was waiting for Wally on the docks as the fire-engine-red Ferrari rolled to a stop. Wally chuckled as he greeted his friend, "You really think you can beat me old-timer?" "Well it's been a while since we've had an uninterrupted race, I think you'll be rather surprised." Wally's face was painted with a malicious grin as he took off his coat...a bright gold lighting bolt gleamed in the winter sun.



Clark laughed as Wally West, the Flash, stripped down to his bright red costume, "So, that's the way he wants to do it eh," Superman thought to himself. He knew Wally wouldn't want to keep this quiet so Clark was prepared, he carefully took his glasses off and removed his full-body coat. The instantly-recognizable S emblazoned across his massive chest almost seemed to glow in the sunlight. "You almost ready?," Clark asked Wally, "I was born ready."

The race would take them to every capital of the world, in alphabetical order, and would end in the North Pole. Little did they know, their epic race was to be interrupted yet again...

To be Continued....







~Aldana