Author's Note: Beneath its bright and colorful world and characters, Overwatch is a story of broken people, never truly accepted in the world they live in, whether by the cruel intervention of fates, flaws in the system, or by their own fault. No matter how awe-inspiring and jovial our heroes may look, they all harbor poignant stories, tragic, inspiring, and very often both. To proper write stories based on them is to treat them with understanding and reverence.

Too bad that they will get none of that in this story. There will be little regards to our heroes' depths and dignity.

You have been warned.

Chapter 1 - All it takes is just one bad shot to reduce the most peaceful person alive to violence.

So it was a typical day for the heroes. Hanzo was nowhere to be seen, Genji and Tracer was running around all over and getting themselves killed, and there was nobody to push the bloody payload. Clearly, killing as many opponents as possible was far more important than, well, actually getting the payloads to the point or capturing the points.

Mercy, in a rare moment of staying alive, assessed the situations. Oh how wonderful it was, nobody was there to protect her, as well as constantly zipping around all over the places for her to heal. Her Valkyrie Suit wasn't a teleporter, there was only so much speed she could generate. Still, she was the good doctor, refusing to reject her responsibility, no matter how much pile of dump the world throws on her path!

"Oh, dear…I should learn how to rollerblade…"

As she was hopping frantically, desperately trying to get to the battlefield as fast as possible without anyone to assist her flight, she saw someone running alongside her.

Ana.

"…Huh?" Mercy blurted out.

"Any problem?" Ana replied.

"Uh…what are you doing here anyway? There is already someone to take care of our ally's health!"

"I like shooting." Ana replied.

"But…it would be more reasonable to have someone like Lucio!" Mercy was sounding more exasperated.

"Eh, I'm sure I can handle it." Ana didn't sound troubled at all.

"...I just I will have to make do with what we have. Do you have your Nano Boost ready?" Mercy asked, sighing.

"Yes. And I know just the right person to administer it into." Ana flashed a smile at Mercy, who did not look convinced to the slightest. She supposed that at least Genji would do some good with the boost.

After arriving at the battlefield (without being intercepted), which was predictably going south, Mercy took a deep breath.

"Okay, Ana. Let's get some support done. Choose carefully on whom you will use your Nano Boost."

"All right, I'm going to get to that high ground, providing support fire." Ana reloaded her rifle.

"Sounds great, good luck."

"Oh, Mercy. Just one more thing."

"What is it?"

Ana just stared at Mercy.

"…What?"

Ana kept on staring at Mercy.

"…What?" Mercy grew rapidly more unsettled.

And stared…stared…stared…

Then Ana shot Mercy with the Nano Boost, causing an explosive surge of energy to flow through Mercy. The medic felt strong. And confused. Mostly confused.

"You are powered up!" Ana announced.

"…what?!" Mercy replied, confounded.

"Get in there!"

"Why? Why me?!" Mercy demanded.

"I said get in there!" Ana commanded with an authority before running towards the high ground she spotted, leaving Mercy alone. She sounded way too serious to be joking. Still, the whole situation was too bizarre for Mercy to comprehend either! What was the good medic supposed to anyway, just go out and kill everyone?!

"Wait, Ana-"

Before she could call out for Ana, she felt a very, annoyingly familiar feeling of something shooting at her. There was always someone going at her throat whenever she was alone. She figured that it was either Tracer or Genji. This time, she saw the familiar yellow tights-wearing woman, blasting her dual pistols.

"Hello, love!" Tracer called out, chirpy (and deadly) as usual. Mercy knew exactly where this was going, most likely going back and having to run towards the battlefield again. Then her ungrateful and unhelpful allies will complain about how she wasn't doing her job properly.

"You know what? To hell with it."

Mercy took out her pistol and started to fire back at Tracer.

And Tracer went down, without even a chance to blink away.

[Eliminated Tracer +100]

"Wait…what?" Mercy looked at her pistol, Tracer's fallen body, and then back at her pistol. The surge of energy was still flowing through her body. Her mind was filled with confusion. Soon enough, however, she was taken by a feeling she never felt before. It was a feeling that went against her motto and belief, and everything she stood for.

A feeling…of bloodlust.

"Oh. I see. I get it. So this is how it is. This is what it feels to kill something. Yes. YES. OOOOORRAAAAAAHHHHH!"

[Eliminated Genji +100]

[Eliminated Bastion +100]

[Eliminated Ganymede +100 (You monster)]

Reaper just stared at Mercy's killing spree, and as more bodies fell in front of her, Reaper started to succumb to his usual, creepy laugh.

"Yes, doc. That's it. Give into your fury, taste the dark side! Muahahahahahahaha!" The laugh didn't last long as he too got blasted by now berserk Mercy.

Sitting on a safe, high ground, Ana took a sip from her cup of tea. She sighed in pride and satisfaction, as boosted Mercy dashed into the battlefield, blasting and eliminated all the enemy that entered her sight. The medic turned herself into a laughing storm of fire and steel, leaving trails of fallen bodies. Every dog needed its day, and what a spectacular one she got.

"May I have some tea too?"

Ana turned to her side and saw Hanzo sitting next to her, with his sake cup out. She wondered where the archer got her cup, but then again she did carry a tea cup herself so she probably wasn't the one to complain.

"Sure thing."

"Much gratitude." Hanzo thanked as she poured him some tea from her cup.

"Where were you? You didn't use any of your dragon charged arrow so I couldn't see you anywhere."

"Nobody knows and cares where I am. It seems like I am the burden who cannot contribute." Hanzo lamented.

"You probably are." Ana replied with a straight face.

"I figured as such." Hanzo sighed, drinking from his cup. And just like that, the sniper and the archer decided to just sit back and enjoy the furious and murderous view.

In another corner of the battlefield, Soldier: 76 also observed Mercy's rampage, with a concerned look that was somehow visible even through his visor and mask. Reinhardt, on the other hand, looked almost proud.

"THAT PERFECT GIRL IS GONE! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" Mercy screamed.

"Look at her go! She's a force of nature itself, just like back when I was a young man!" The tall old veteran let out a hearty laugh, his broad shoulder and chest shaking. He only stopped laughing when he somehow cracked his back. Obviously 76 did not share the sentiment.

"That can't be normal. I don't think that Ana's Nano Boost is supposed to last that long. Or make someone insane like that.

"Not exactly, but I sure am not complaining. I doubt that she does either." Reinhardt answered, grabbing his back.

"We both know what happens when we cool down and stop the adrenaline fueled hyperactivity. We also know that she is a non-combatant, she is not trained to deal with that." 76 complained.

"Hey, she is the best doctor we will ever get. You know she may not be trained but certainly equipped to deal with that."

"I suppose that's a fair point." 76 begrudgingly admitted.

"Now, the question is: how much longer will the Boost last?" Reinhardt wondered.

"I don't know, but I'm going to have a talk with Ana when this is done."

"Die! Die! Die! Die…die…"

It took a while for the white fury inside Mercy to clear up. Only then the good doctor was able to assess the situation. Well, the sheer amount of destruction she caused, to be more accurate. Gone was the monster and the edge of her eyes started to twitch a bit.

"Oh. Oh dear…"

With the cooldown came the exhaustion and she started to collapse, only to be caught in 76s arm.

"Jack…?"

"It's quite a sight, Doc." Jack replied, while cringing a bit at her calling him by that name.

"Oh…it's not quite what I expected…" Mercy groaned out.

"What? What do you mean?" 76 asked.

"Well, that's-" Before she could answer, Mercy passed out.

"Doc?" The only response 76 got was a bit of twitching and groaning. At the very least, she was still alive, which was good enough for 76.

"So…what now?" Reinhardt came along and asked.

"Seems like the situation is cleared up. Might as well as head back to our base." 76 answered, surveying the battlefield.

"Sounds like a plan. I could certainly use some patches on my back…"

"Maybe it's a sign that you should consider retiring." 76 joked.

"Again? As if! If I can hold my hammer, I'm good enough to fight. Besides, you are not a young man anymore either." Reinhardt laughed.

"Don't remind me." 76 grumbled, starting to walk back to the base, carrying Mercy in his arms. Maybe he was just imagining things, but the good doc seemed oddly in contentment even amidst the pain.

From that day on, everyone in the field knew that the whole world would learn to fear the good doc, whether she liked it or not. Surely, nothing bad would come out of this. Hopefully.

Author's Note: Not Mercy, but I did see my team's Ana try using the Ultimate on Reinhardt but ended up shooting Lucio right behind him. Luckily, that Lucio was a pretty good player and my God, the result was glorious and hilarious at the same time.

As for the format of the story, I'm thinking of intermixing the elements of the story of the game and characters, with those from the actual gameplay, and see whichever fit the tone the best.

Thanks for reading! Comments of any form are welcomed, especially constructive criticisms and suggestions for future chapters, as well as favorites and follows. See you next time and you all have a nice day!