A/N-Hey all! This is a new story based off the video game-Overwatch. Please enjoy! (Note-This is an AU where Overwatch never split up or got banned.)

The house started to rattle, but 5-year-old Emma Mason paid no attention. She was playing with her toys as the very foundation of the house started to shake. But Emma was no ordinary girl. She had the power of the four basic elements. Water, fire, air, and earth. Her parents encouraged her to keep it under wraps though. This was the reason Emma was homeschooled. Emma's father and 16-year-old brother tried not to panic, as not to startle the young girl. The sky was darkening. But this was no storm. This was war. More specifically, the Omnic Crisis. The upheaval, where robots turned against humans and started to attack.

"Sweetie?" Emma's father urged. "Can you go play with your toys in the storm cellar? I think it's going to rain."

Emma looked up. "Sure!" She giggled.

Emma gathered up her toys and went to open the door to the cellar. Before she got there, the front door opened.

"Is mom-" Emma began to inquire as she turned around.

But what she saw at the door, wasn't her mother. It was an Omnic. It was tall, towering over 6 ft, and it had a large body, made entirely of various sizes of squares and rectangles. Emma yelped and hid behind the wall separating the kitchen from the front entryway.

"Hello, sir." Emma's father tried to be civil. "What can I do for you?"

There was no doubt her father's voice was shaking. He was panicking on the inside, yet he didn't show it. The Omnic didn't reply. There was a loud bang, then the sound of Emma's mom's china shattering.

"NO!" Emma's brother screamed.

Another bang, and the sound of mechanical laughter. The front door slammed, and the house was silent. Emma waited. She kept in her hiding spot, and waited for her father or her brother to come get her, and comfort her. She waited for them to come hug her close, and assure her that everything would be okay. But deep down, she knew they wouldn't. Deep down, she knew the Omnic had killed her father and her brother, but she didn't want to go look. She wanted to close her eyes, and wake up, where her father would scoop her into his arms, and tickle her. She would laugh until there were tears pricking her eyes, and her sides hurt. She wanted to be at the dinner table, with her brother entertaining her with his incredibly creative stories and games. But Emma wasn't stupid. And she wasn't blind. She hid under her innocent cover for protection. But not even that would protect her this time.

The doorbell rang at the small house Emma lived at with her mom, Lauren. Emma had just recently turned 18 but was scared to leave her mom, for fear she would commit suicide. In the past 13 years when her father and brother died, her mom had tried to commit suicide many times, either backing out for Emma, or Emma downright stopping her. Lauren always burst into tears after she tried, and Emma would console her. Emma and Lauren moved almost straight after the accident.

"There would be too many memories!" Her mom had wailed.

Emma answered the door to see a woman, with blue skin.

"Can I help you?" Emma questioned.

"Yes." The woman answered. "The name's Amélie. I'm looking for Lauren Mason. Is she here?"

"That's me." Lauren voiced from behind Emma. "What can I help you with?"

"Yes, I had a question-"

Lauren turned around. "Emma, would you please finish making dinner while I talk to this lady?"

Emma nodded and headed into the kitchen.

"As I was saying," Amélie continued. "I've been going around, looking for victims of the Omnic crisis, and I was wondering what happened to your husband?"

"Oh…" Lauren's voice dropped. "I'm not exactly sure, just he was shot by an Omnic." Lauren mumbled.

"Shot you say?" Amélie pondered.

Emma didn't catch the last part of what Amélie had said. Then, there was a sound that had haunted her nightmares. Emma skidded into the entryway and saw her mother, dead.

"HOW COULD YOU?!" Emma shouted.

"Adieu, chérie." Was all Amélie said before disappearing.

Emma left the entryway and got on her computer. She began furiously researching the blue-skinned woman, while tears poured down her face. She came up with "Widowmaker", an assassin that works for Talon.

"Widowmaker." Emma sneered.

The name tasted sour as she said it. Emma packed stuff she would need, then ran off. The deaths of her loved ones had turned her dark. From now on, she trusted no one. She would fight for what's right in the world, and most importantly, she would never let anyone know who she really was.

Emma had found an empty warehouse and set to work. After a few weeks, she had crafted a maroon and black suit with the name "Storm" sewn on the side. Emma had decided to take a call name so no one would know her. And Storm seemed appropriate because of how she was feeling, and her powers. She had also crafted a pair of maroon goggles to hide her eyes and a fast-firing pistol for emergencies. Soon, she left the warehouse to start her life as Storm.

Emma was gone.

A/N-Yayayay! So the next few chapters will be in Overwatch's point of view. Hope you enjoyed!