AN: Hello. this is my first story for Overwatch on this site. Please Review, unless you have only negative things to say. Then you can go jump in shark-infested waters. other than that, enjoy!
Open on a scene of Midnight writing a message on a phone. She pauses for a second, before continuing to type. As she types, her voice appears, narrating what she is typing.
Midnight: Dear Former Strike-Commander Morrison, known to some as "Soldier:76", "Jack" or ..."Dad".
Midnight looks up from her phone, and the scene cuts to a shot of Jack reaching down towards midnight as a kid.
Midnight: I cannot ever express how much it means to me that you picked me up off the streets nigh on thirty years ago. I was at an all-time low, and would have welcomed death with open arms. When you offered to be my father, I could not believe my body. I thought you were a figment of my imagination.
Cut to a shot of Jack holding spinning midnight around while picking her up, both laughing.
Midnight: but as time passed I realized that you were not a figment of my imagination. You were my link to the world. You saved me from a terrible place, and I have nothing but gratitude for that. When you offered to be my dad, I was ready to accept with open arms.
Fade to a shot of a grown-up midnight, with a strike team from overwatch.
Midnight: When I joined overwatch, I wanted to become a daughter you could be proud of. I know that you deliberately assigned me difficult missions to test me, and make sure that I was ready. I will tell you now dad, that I was always ready, from the moment I joined. Until the disaster of Lake Champlain.
Cut to a shot of midnight firing shadow's grasp at something off the screen while a man from the previous photo runs up the ramp of a dropship. The bodies of the other team members are strewn throughout the scene.
Midnight: It was a carefully planned ambush. When everyone fell, I told Aidan to leave, to take the ship, and get out as fast as possible. I stayed behind, to ensure that he would get out alive. I felt that it was my duty as team leader.
Fade to scene of midnight holed up against a wall as bullets fly past. Her eyes droop as the dialogue plays, and her fingers fall from the grip of her weapon.
Midnight: for two days and three nights I struggled against the enemy, never resting, not even for an instant. When I could go on no longer, my last hope was that they would kill me quickly.
Midnight collapses face down. Indistinct figures surround midnight as she lays in the dirt. The screen fades to black.
Midnight: alas, it was not to be.
The screen lights up to show midnight suspended in a network of scientific equipment, with various vials and syringes poking into her body.
Midnight: I was captured, and… used by those monsters as a lab rat. They needed a human test subject for all the drugs they were using, and I was a prime specimen.
Midnight yells out in pain as a poison is pumped into her body.
Midnight: I did not know at the time, but I was kept captive there for over nine years.
Fade to a scene of a Talon soldier standing above midnight as she kneels in the dust, a pistol aimed at her head.
Midnight: eventually, they had enough of me, and decided to dispose of me.
Shift PoV to looking down the barrel of the gun towards Midnight. Midnight looks sadly up without breaking eye contact with the soldier. She smiles a slightly tired smile as the dialogue plays.
Midnight: I thought at that time that it would be a stupid way to die. Abused as a prisoner and lab rat for such a long time, only to be shot and dumped in a hole like a dog.
PoV shifts to the air above the scene as a shot rings out. Cut to a shot of a grave.
Midnight: I still do not know entirely why that shot did not kill me. I think that it has something to do with my days as an unwilling lab rat for Talon, as I know now. Regardless of the cause, the fact remains that a day after I was disposed of.
The grave is disturbed, as if there was something in the earth. A hand slowly reaches out and grasps the foot of a rock.
Midnight: I returned to life.
Midnight clambers out of her grave. Scars crisscross her body, testament to the many times she was hurt. As she turns, a single scar crossing her right eye is seen. Cut to a picture of her in combat gear, still showing the scars.
Midnight: For each scar that marks my body, a person died for me. I remember each one. The first two, my mother and father. I do not want these scars, but they serve as a reminder of my failures.
Fades back to midnight writing a message on her phone. She sends the message, and closes the phone, then stands up. As she walks away, the phone is left behind.
Midnight: I will not fail this time. No more innocents shall be hurt on my watch. Even if my watch is a solitary one, I will bear it so that others may enjoy life. I will never be able to. All enjoyment was taken from me during the days I spent a prisoner. The world thinks us both dead.. Perhaps it's better this way. After all, we're both fools clinging stubbornly to the past. If you wish to meet me, find me at the Spanish Steps in Rome at midnight. I will be there.
Cut to a scene of Midnight perched atop a pillar in the roman forum. She surveys the city as a bell tolls.
Midnight: Sincerely, Former Deputy Strike Leader Morrison, also known as "Alyssa".
Fades to a scene of a phone displaying the message as a Soldier: 76's gloved hand grips it tightly while the dialogue plays. Fades to black as the dialogue ends.