Chapter 1
He had never killed someone before. As a member of the intellectual class, Shockwave had lived a sheltered life. His parents made sure Shockwave's world was reduced to a luxurious apartment in a tower made of glass. His whole existence happened inside Iacon. He went to school in Iacon. He went to university in Iacon. He had never stepped outside Iacon until he was forced to.
Which, if he had to be honest, was a good wake-up call. Shockwave, like those before him, thought himself to be better and made mistakes that led to this; a broken shoulder he can't use, sleepless nights where dreams turn into nightmares, a gun he should have gotten rid of, a thousand of emotions he might never voice again.
'Don't be such a negativist', he laughs.
The gun is heavy. He suspects half of the weight is psychological, a reminder to stop him from forgetting as if he could do it. Even if his mind pushed the event to the unconscious level, his nightmares loop the memories into a giant mess that wakes him without a failure.
He can't let himself forget.
"Unfortunately, I have an unpleasant announcement to make. Today marks 2 weeks since Senator Shockwave's disappearance. The unfortunate news sadden my spark who is full of worry and concern towards my fellow Senator. I'd like to remind everyone who has any news about Senator Shockwave that our lines are always opened to any lead."
Shockwave starts to clap, a humorless laugh escaping him as Decimus continues his charade in front of Cybertron. How nice it must be to play two characters, a good-hearted character who is concerned about the Cybertron he condemned to hell.
Fear not, you will see Shockwave soon.