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[Issue 43] Warphare: Internal


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Aaron glared hatefully at the man standing in front of him. He wanted so badly to kick that ugly face that had laughed as Aaron’s family ran and hid in fear.

 

It hadn’t been long since the man had started messing up everything Aaron cared about. He ruined, in a few short weeks, what Aaron had spent a lifetime building.

 

It started with his kids. Those poor, innocent children had no idea how nasty a human could be until he began hitting them, throwing things at them, knocking them flat on their backs and shouting at them. Aaron had fought with the man as best as he could, but mere love for his children wasn’t enough to combat the man’s brute force.

 

The man had terrorized Aaron’s wife, beating her and screaming about her shortcomings. She’d already had a low self-image, and his horrible insults had finally reduced her to a crying, huddled mass on the floor, rocking back and forth in anguish, begging for it all to end. Nothing Aaron said after that could heal his wounded spouse.

 

He had worked hard to build a good reputation at his place of work, but the man made short work of that. He undermined Aaron at every turn. He started dark rumors about him among the employees, and soon they all thought Aaron was out to get them. The man ransacked what he had done for the company, turning even the manager, who had valued and honored Aaron apart from everyone else, against him. He was fired very quickly.

 

Finally, the man had haunted Aaron day and night. He seemed not to rest. Aaron could see his handiwork in every aspect of his life, and it was all meant to hurt him. From the simplest inconvenience to the most catastrophic breakdown of what he treasured above his own soul, the man’s tireless efforts had made his intentions very clear.

 

And now, there he stood, evenly matching Aaron’s deathly stare, silently mocking the helplessness and hopelessness that churned within him.

 

Aaron’s mind snapped.

 

With reckless speed spurred by the madness of the moment, he fumbled a .357 pistol from the pocket of his jacket. THIS ENDS NOW!

 

He raised the gun and fired one shot, point-blank....

 

And slumped against the mirror.

 

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