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Written by: 
The overall setting:
Or more specifically, newely created
caverns under Angel Falls.
Walkiria is owned by and is
used with the permission of:
Concussion/story concept by:
<The story takes place just prior to the Trial of Genocide>
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BOOK ONE: CONCUSSION STRIKES
Angel Falls, 11:00 am, Wednesday
Walkiria awoke in a dungeon. That was the only word that could describe it. It was like a nightmare featuring the Spanish Inquisition, and she was lashed down to a large stone cross.
She couldn’t take in the details of her situation, however. She was more concerned with the fact that her core being was cut off from its ability to draw in more energy. Whatever energy her body utilized to restore itself, she couldn’t feel it anymore. What was worse, she could feel the energy draining out of her.
“Should I start with a hot knife?” the young man she’d been talking to earlier asked, “Or should I just try hammering some metal slivers under your fingernails?”
Considering the kinds of torture Maia usually had to deal with, getting threatened with stuff that would actually hurt was kind of refreshing. It wasn’t any better, but at least it was different.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked calmly.
“You don’t know?” Concussion asked, agitation evident in his voice, “You really don’t know!?”
“If I knew what this was all about, I would say something!” she barked back, “You’re the one with all the cards, dick, you tell me what’s going on!”
Concussion almost said something, then thought better of it. He walked away, into the darkness and left Walkiria with her thoughts.
For her, waiting really was the worst torture. She could feel the energies binding her slowly leaking away. It was like feeling your blood drain out, a drop at a time, but nothing was going to stop the flow, nothing was going to restore the lost essence.
To distract herself, Maia wracked her mind trying to place her assailant’s face. If he were some sort of thug for a criminal mastermind, why didn’t he deploy this power before? If he were some experiment gone wrong, why didn’t he go on a public rampage, slaughtering everything in his path?
Maybe he did and nobody noticed. A person couldn’t just acquire the kind of power this man had and not play around with it a bit. Could he have enough power to rewind time and erase everything he’d done? Was this really her first time dealing with this situation? Was she really going to die?
No. Worrying about death wasn’t going to get her out of this situation. Besides, he acted like he didn’t know what to do. He seemed extremely excited to have her in this position, but now he didn’t know where to start.
“I know where to start!” he said from the darkness behind her, as if he were reading her mind, “I’ll tell you who I am, since you obviously wouldn’t remember me…”
“I’m having trouble remembering if we’ve even met before today, asshole,” Maia growled back.
“In fact, we haven’t. No… You met my father. You and your bitch arrested him because he was the head of the Seventh Circle Cartel.”
“Seventh Circle Cartel?” Maia asked, then thought, “So… Your dad was… Jeffrey Blake? Was that the name?”
“Yeah. That was him…” Concussion stepped into the light so she could see him again, “…AND YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME! He was all I had left! I looked up to him! He was teaching me! He was making me a better man than he was! And you and your whore took all of that and you smashed it to pieces!”
“He was smuggling guns and weapons!” Maia shouted back, “For whatever good he was doing in your life, he was ruining countless others!”
“Shut up!” Concussion growled as he grabbed a knife out of some hot coals and held it over her face so she could clearly see, “You shut your fucking mouth!”
“So this is what you do?” Maia asked, “Your father wanted you to be a better man, so you gain some super powers and go about being a fucking little prick, just like he was, huh?”
Maybe if she had an adrenaline shock, she could break free of her bonds. She could overpower the punk and make him send her home. It wasn’t much of a plan, but it was all she had to work with.
“Your powers won’t work here,” he growled as he brought the knife down slowly, “There are some rules to that even I can’t break… Fortunately, I was able to lock you down before you woke…”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, quit milking it, you pussy!” Walkiria shrieked, “What makes you so God damn righteous!? Your father was a CRIM-IN-AL! Do you understand!? He was breaking the law! He was hurting people, and those he wasn’t hurting he was killing! I’m a hero! I stop people like him! It’s what I fucking DO! If you want an apology, I’m not going to give it! I’m not about to apologize to some sniveling little asshole because he’s all butthurt his daddy got hauled off to jail!”
“He’s not in jail, you bitch, he’s dead!” Concussion shouted back as he threw the knife aside, tears welling in his eyes, “He was killed in prison! I’m an orphan because of you!”
“Boo hoo. You’re doing so bad for yourself.”
Maia turned away and looked throughout the room. He glared sullenly at her while she took stock of the futility of her situation.
Why did these things have to happen? At some point, some megalomaniac got nuts about something that didn’t directly involve him and tried to take it out on people who were just doing their job. Throw superpowers in the mix and you wound up with nightmares like this.
“So what’s your name?” Walkiria asked after the silence drags on too long and she started to notice her energy ebbing again.
“David,” he replied, his voice returning to normal, he’d fought back his tears, “I call myself Concussion, though.”
“What? Why?”
“It was how I got my powers, okay? I got hit on the head, and the next thing I knew, whatever I wanted to happen happened. If I wanted to know about something, I knew about it.”
That was even worse. Possible omnipotence or omniscience? The power of a god at the beck and call of this… Boy? Well, he was a young man, but in relation to the forces he was messing with, he was barely a speck on the breadth of Time.
“Well, then turn your attention to the things your father had done,” Maia said calmly, craning her neck to look the young man in the eyes, “Soviet Superwoman and I saw him do terrible things. He needed to be stopped.”
“I know the things he did, you bitch,” David grumbled, “I’m going to go take a look at some of my other subjects. Maybe I’ll get an idea of what to do to you after that.”
Maia could only sigh as he walked away. When he was gone, she mulled over the events that had led up to this. From arresting the boy’s father to this day, the only thing she really regretted was arguing with Olga. She wished she knew what her lover was doing at that-
The memory hit her like a punch in the gut. O.D.I.N. had been trying to tell her something had happened to Olga! She had turned off her communicator because of it!
David Blake had the Soviet Superwoman!
Screaming, Maia tried to thrash her way out of her bonds. Her struggles were fruitless. Her energy continued to dwindle out to oblivion.
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Continued:
Written by: The overall setting:
Or more specifically, newely created
caverns under Angel Falls.
Walkiria is owned by and is
used with the permission of:
Concussion/story concept by:
<The story takes place just prior to the Trial of Genocide>
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
BOOK ONE: CONCUSSION STRIKES
Angel Falls, 11:00 am, Wednesday
Walkiria awoke in a dungeon. That was the only word that could describe it. It was like a nightmare featuring the Spanish Inquisition, and she was lashed down to a large stone cross.
She couldn’t take in the details of her situation, however. She was more concerned with the fact that her core being was cut off from its ability to draw in more energy. Whatever energy her body utilized to restore itself, she couldn’t feel it anymore. What was worse, she could feel the energy draining out of her.
“Should I start with a hot knife?” the young man she’d been talking to earlier asked, “Or should I just try hammering some metal slivers under your fingernails?”
Considering the kinds of torture Maia usually had to deal with, getting threatened with stuff that would actually hurt was kind of refreshing. It wasn’t any better, but at least it was different.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked calmly.
“You don’t know?” Concussion asked, agitation evident in his voice, “You really don’t know!?”
“If I knew what this was all about, I would say something!” she barked back, “You’re the one with all the cards, dick, you tell me what’s going on!”
Concussion almost said something, then thought better of it. He walked away, into the darkness and left Walkiria with her thoughts.
For her, waiting really was the worst torture. She could feel the energies binding her slowly leaking away. It was like feeling your blood drain out, a drop at a time, but nothing was going to stop the flow, nothing was going to restore the lost essence.
To distract herself, Maia wracked her mind trying to place her assailant’s face. If he were some sort of thug for a criminal mastermind, why didn’t he deploy this power before? If he were some experiment gone wrong, why didn’t he go on a public rampage, slaughtering everything in his path?
Maybe he did and nobody noticed. A person couldn’t just acquire the kind of power this man had and not play around with it a bit. Could he have enough power to rewind time and erase everything he’d done? Was this really her first time dealing with this situation? Was she really going to die?
No. Worrying about death wasn’t going to get her out of this situation. Besides, he acted like he didn’t know what to do. He seemed extremely excited to have her in this position, but now he didn’t know where to start.
“I know where to start!” he said from the darkness behind her, as if he were reading her mind, “I’ll tell you who I am, since you obviously wouldn’t remember me…”
“I’m having trouble remembering if we’ve even met before today, asshole,” Maia growled back.
“In fact, we haven’t. No… You met my father. You and your bitch arrested him because he was the head of the Seventh Circle Cartel.”
“Seventh Circle Cartel?” Maia asked, then thought, “So… Your dad was… Jeffrey Blake? Was that the name?”
“Yeah. That was him…” Concussion stepped into the light so she could see him again, “…AND YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME! He was all I had left! I looked up to him! He was teaching me! He was making me a better man than he was! And you and your whore took all of that and you smashed it to pieces!”
“He was smuggling guns and weapons!” Maia shouted back, “For whatever good he was doing in your life, he was ruining countless others!”
“Shut up!” Concussion growled as he grabbed a knife out of some hot coals and held it over her face so she could clearly see, “You shut your fucking mouth!”
“So this is what you do?” Maia asked, “Your father wanted you to be a better man, so you gain some super powers and go about being a fucking little prick, just like he was, huh?”
Maybe if she had an adrenaline shock, she could break free of her bonds. She could overpower the punk and make him send her home. It wasn’t much of a plan, but it was all she had to work with.
“Your powers won’t work here,” he growled as he brought the knife down slowly, “There are some rules to that even I can’t break… Fortunately, I was able to lock you down before you woke…”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, quit milking it, you pussy!” Walkiria shrieked, “What makes you so God damn righteous!? Your father was a CRIM-IN-AL! Do you understand!? He was breaking the law! He was hurting people, and those he wasn’t hurting he was killing! I’m a hero! I stop people like him! It’s what I fucking DO! If you want an apology, I’m not going to give it! I’m not about to apologize to some sniveling little asshole because he’s all butthurt his daddy got hauled off to jail!”
“He’s not in jail, you bitch, he’s dead!” Concussion shouted back as he threw the knife aside, tears welling in his eyes, “He was killed in prison! I’m an orphan because of you!”
“Boo hoo. You’re doing so bad for yourself.”
Maia turned away and looked throughout the room. He glared sullenly at her while she took stock of the futility of her situation.
Why did these things have to happen? At some point, some megalomaniac got nuts about something that didn’t directly involve him and tried to take it out on people who were just doing their job. Throw superpowers in the mix and you wound up with nightmares like this.
“So what’s your name?” Walkiria asked after the silence drags on too long and she started to notice her energy ebbing again.
“David,” he replied, his voice returning to normal, he’d fought back his tears, “I call myself Concussion, though.”
“What? Why?”
“It was how I got my powers, okay? I got hit on the head, and the next thing I knew, whatever I wanted to happen happened. If I wanted to know about something, I knew about it.”
That was even worse. Possible omnipotence or omniscience? The power of a god at the beck and call of this… Boy? Well, he was a young man, but in relation to the forces he was messing with, he was barely a speck on the breadth of Time.
“Well, then turn your attention to the things your father had done,” Maia said calmly, craning her neck to look the young man in the eyes, “Soviet Superwoman and I saw him do terrible things. He needed to be stopped.”
“I know the things he did, you bitch,” David grumbled, “I’m going to go take a look at some of my other subjects. Maybe I’ll get an idea of what to do to you after that.”
Maia could only sigh as he walked away. When he was gone, she mulled over the events that had led up to this. From arresting the boy’s father to this day, the only thing she really regretted was arguing with Olga. She wished she knew what her lover was doing at that-
The memory hit her like a punch in the gut. O.D.I.N. had been trying to tell her something had happened to Olga! She had turned off her communicator because of it!
David Blake had the Soviet Superwoman!
Screaming, Maia tried to thrash her way out of her bonds. Her struggles were fruitless. Her energy continued to dwindle out to oblivion.
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Ouch, poor Maia just realized that psycho had her Olga. With so much power at his disposal, I wonder why he seems so confused so much of the time. I can understand his anger, but not his bouts of unresolved threats. Great artwork. 