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Concussion glared at the mercenary commander through his energy field and growled.

“You’re in my way,” he said simply.

“Yeah?” Jeremy asked, oblivious to the danger before him, “Kevin. Let’s see how his shields stand up to a rocket!”

“All you have to do is leave me alone,” Concussion said as the armored man set up for a shot and the other mercenaries started stepping back.

“Sorry, chump. We can’t have any witnesses.”

Why was everybody so uncompromising? Why couldn’t they just let him be? Concussion felt a pressure building in his head. It was the same place that buzzing sensation started when he threw up the energy shield in the first place. He was only just noticing it now that it had become something of a dull throb.

“I hope she’s not responsible for that,” he growled.

“I’d say that’s a poor choice for last words,” Williams chuckled before turning to walk away.

“Fuck you!” the green shirt-clad man shouted before everything turned white.

When the light cleared, he was the only one left in the room. All that remained of the soldiers were blood and grease stains on the walls and floor.

“I didn’t… I didn’t mean to…” he whispered to himself.

Shut up.

“What?”

Stop toying with both sides. Pick a side and follow it. That’s all you need to do. They were trying to kill you, so you killed them. Simple.

It was crazy. He was having an argument with himself. He knew it. He should have been worried, but it didn’t seem like some sort of psychotic break. He wasn’t picturing somebody else, he recognized his own “voice” inside his head, and he wasn’t in some sort of fugue state. He was acting, and this voice was advising him… Like a conscience…

“Okay… So… What’s next?”

Another demonstration is in order. Somebody hired these mercenaries… Somebody who needs to learn to teach his men discretion.

“Yes…” Concussion whispered to himself as he reached into the blood stain that used to be Jeremy Williams and closed his eyes,

“Where is your boss?”

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Concussion and story concept by:

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Concussion glared at the mercenary commander through his energy field and growled.

“You’re in my way,” he said simply.

“Yeah?” Jeremy asked, oblivious to the danger before him, “Kevin. Let’s see how his shields stand up to a rocket!”

“All you have to do is leave me alone,” Concussion said as the armored man set up for a shot and the other mercenaries started stepping back.

“Sorry, chump. We can’t have any witnesses.”

Why was everybody so uncompromising? Why couldn’t they just let him be? Concussion felt a pressure building in his head. It was the same place that buzzing sensation started when he threw up the energy shield in the first place. He was only just noticing it now that it had become something of a dull throb.

“I hope she’s not responsible for that,” he growled.

“I’d say that’s a poor choice for last words,” Williams chuckled before turning to walk away.

“Fuck you!” the green shirt-clad man shouted before everything turned white.

When the light cleared, he was the only one left in the room. All that remained of the soldiers were blood and grease stains on the walls and floor.

“I didn’t… I didn’t mean to…” he whispered to himself.

Shut up.

“What?”

Stop toying with both sides. Pick a side and follow it. That’s all you need to do. They were trying to kill you, so you killed them. Simple.

It was crazy. He was having an argument with himself. He knew it. He should have been worried, but it didn’t seem like some sort of psychotic break. He wasn’t picturing somebody else, he recognized his own “voice” inside his head, and he wasn’t in some sort of fugue state. He was acting, and this voice was advising him… Like a conscience…

“Okay… So… What’s next?”

Another demonstration is in order. Somebody hired these mercenaries… Somebody who needs to learn to teach his men discretion.

“Yes…” Concussion whispered to himself as he reached into the blood stain that used to be Jeremy Williams and closed his eyes,

“Where is your boss?”

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