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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]St. David's Hospital - Cardiff
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] Superspeed
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	Entering the room, Oliver was immediately put off guard. Hearing one's own voice talking to them and seeing their own face just isn't something people have to deal with. He didn't realize that this person, this [i]thing[/i] was somehow himself before things were too late. He should have prepared for this, he thought. At some point the Skrulls would make a copy of him, it only made sense, given how he was preparing for them, but as he drew breath, time slowed down, and he watched himself commit the horrible act. As he witnessed everything unfold before him however, he noticed something, something that kept his rage from spilling over and destroying all his self control.

	As the act was finished, his mind raced. Whatever Evil Oli had just killed was [i]not[/i] him mom. Best guess at the moment was some kind of LMD, but as he parsed this, he'd already started charging at his doppleganger, only for the creature to have skirted to the other side of the room by the time he had crossed it. Seething, he wanted to cry out, to demand answers to the situation, but before he did, his thoughts caught up with him. He had to choose his next actions carefully; if he was right, the life of his mother may hang in the balance. He'd felt, for a fleeting moment, what it was to lose her, and he would not do that again.

	Three clues, all which led to one possible answer, or at least, one [i]class[/i] of answers. One: This hospital was totally empty, a sight that was rare, or otherwise totally unheard of. Two, his father was nowhere to be found, and three, his mother was no longer here, but she could be alive. These all pointed to one obvious conclusion. Somebody very much wanted Oliver to believe his mother was dead. They couldn't have witnesses, and for some reason, they weren't going to the trouble of actually killing her. If he wanted his mom to live, he had to act as if he believed she was dead, anything less would give whoever was behind this a reason to [i]actually[/i] kill her.

	"[color=7d16c7][b]Why[/b]?[/color]" Oliver choked out, his eyes brimming with rage, still wet from the tears he has started to shed when he entered the room, "[color=7d16c7]Who the hell are you, and why-[/color]" he gestured at the facsimile of his mother's corpse, "[color=7d16c7]do you care so much about me? If you're skrull, you could have just put me down, you didn't need to involve [i]her[/i].[/color]" He said through gritted teeth, "[color=7d16c7]You from Thanos? Is this your way of making me suffer for escaping you on the moon? What goddamn cosmic forces give such a [i]fuck[/i] about [i]me[/i], that my mom can't die in peace?[/color]" His words, though chosen, and not representative of his complete understanding of the situation, did reflect very real feelings he had right now. Why was the universe conspiring to make [i]his[/i] life a living hell?