Chapter 1: Recruitment
His eyes slowly opened and a flash of radiant blur greeted him. The light was so blinding, he wasn't able to see clearly. He could not stand nor rose his upper body to a sit. There were no binds on him too.
Suddenly, he heard voices talking.
"What do you want me to do, Reyes?" A female voice with a French accent asked, "Do you want him disposed?"
"No, Lacroix" another voice replied; a male, a voice deep enough to scare the living shit out of a person, "He managed to dodge the Widowmaker's bullet and gave her a good beating, right? We will need him" the voice chuckled a little and the female one made a tch sound.
After that he fell into slumber.
/Several days earlier/
Russia, Moscow
Khael Kravitz, a 35 years old adult living his life to the fullest. 6'1, black short hair, a red right eye and a gold on the left.
For the past 10 years, he has served a recon team and led a special ops team in the army. He was not like those humans with augmented robot parts, he's as simple as he can be or maybe not too simple.
Before being a brother in arms and a soldier, he volunteered himself for an experiment that enhanced his senses and reflexes.
His sight became so clear that he could see the fingerprints on a gun. His hearing was once compared to a bat's sonic hearing, he could tell if a person is lying or not just by . His touch was enhanced too, just by lifting a carton of eggs, he could tell how many is inside of it without opening the carton. His smell was so sharp that he could distinguish what cologne a person is using. And his taste was so sensitive that he could tell how many days a fruit has aged.
His reflexes were greatly improved too. He could predict a bullet, where it will land, ricochet, and even where it came from, having it being shot from a distance. Additionally, his stamina was beyond a normal human's. He could hold his breath for almost an hour. His healing factor was also beyond a human's, he could heal and recover from concussion much faster. His strength got a huge improvement too. He was strong enough to leave a dent on an armored tank.
He was a super soldier and served the army with passion until he separated himself from his job just cause of him leaving his teammates to die. He felt regret and pain everytime he thought of it.
Now, he works in the shadows, living in an abandoned house.
Due to a few wars that came in the country, many parts of it were devastated. Khael clearly understood that he either scavenge or steal. If things get worse, he'll kill for supplies.
Thud
Khael quickly rose from his nap on the sofa and pulled out his knife that was strapped onto his right leg.
He heard footsteps on the second floor but they were not the usual sound of a person's footsteps. They were so close to being silent.
Click
The sound of it was unfamiliar to him but he assumed it was a gun.
"Futuristic bastards" he murmured as he walked up the stairs, carefully not making any sound.
Khael tightened his grip on the knife before reaching the second floor.
There were not much furniture lying around on the area so hiding would be impossible. He took a step forward then another, each step covered in silence.
Before taking another, he heard a small noise coming from a pile of boxes behind him. Khael quickly turned and prepared a stance to defend and attack. A few rustling later, a box fell and a rat came out from it.
"Just a rat" he said, sighing and lowering the knife.
Click
He heard that unfamiliar sound again but it was more like a... trigger. His reflexes kicked in and predicted that a bullet will pierce him anytime now.
Khael shifted his attention and body where the sound came from. He saw a bullet flying to him. He deflected it with his knife but the impact knocked it down from his hand.
Without any weapon, he patiently waited for the gun to shoot again.
Momentarily, another bullet came out from the darkness. Khael sidestepped and dodged it but the bullet was soon followed by a kick from his right.
He caught the foot with his left hand and punched the thigh with his right before pushing it hard. The attacker crashed to the wall, small debris falling from the roof.
The moonlight struck down the attacker through the hole from the roof and it revealed a figure of a girl. Khael stepped closer to the figure and saw a ravishing beauty knocked out.
She wore a tight purple jumpsuit and a headgear that was equipped with multiple goggles that glowed red. Her skin was pale as if she was dead. He knelt on one knee and placed two fingers below her chin, trying to find life. Unfortunately, there was none.
Khael began to worry, he didn't need a dead body lying around. He examined her body for any loot and supplies but all he got was a grappling hook and a weird looking sniper rifle. He left those things behind before carrying the woman, bridal style.
Before Khael could even take step, the woman quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her lips into his.
Khael was stunned but not by her actions but by her being alive. He swore that she was dead. Especially when they fought, he could not hear her heartbeats as if she was not human anymore.
The woman looked at him in the eyes and gave him a pleasuring stare. Khael blushed a little by her actions.
However, she didn't have time to waste so she used a free hand to struck a nerve near his shoulders.
Khael felt dizzy and soon found himself lying on the floor, his eyes darting towards the woman's feet and slowly fell asleep.
/Present time/
Location: Unknown
Khael started to regain consciousness and flashed his eyes before sitting upright wherever he was.
It was dark and he could smell dead rotting bodies all over the place.
"Am I in hell already?" he said to himself.
"No. You're in a prison, caged" a feminine voice replied.
Khael listened where the voice was from and turned his head towards it. A little light helped him see more and what he saw was that girl he met at his house.
She wore her usual attire: purple suit, weird looking headgear, her sniper behind her back, her grappling hook on her waist.
"My name is Widowmaker. Your saviour from the cage you are in or the tormentor of your life in here" She said with her French accent.
"What do you want from me? You're the one who broke into my home and-" Khael was cutoff when Widowmaker held a small vial beside her head. A purple liquid inside of it.
"This is a small serum I made myself, whoever drinks it will puke whatever his body has to offer. If you have a weak body you will die" she said whilst looking at it. "The key to your prison is inside of you right now and this serum is your only way out"
She extended her arms through the gaps between the cell and said, "Saviour or tormentor?"
Khael knew he could handle it but why would he trust this girl? She tried to kill him and then gave him a kiss. Why in the world would he trust her?
But he either live or die, that was the important part.
With a little faith on the girl in front of him, he took the vial from her hand and pulled the cork out. He drank whatever was contained in it and it tasted like... grapes.
He closed his eyes and prepared for anything that will happen to him but there was nothing.
"Hey, are you-" Khael opened his eyes and Widowmaker was out of sight, "That little-"
Before starting an outburst, he looked at the cell door and saw there was not a lock. It was unlocked the whole time and he figured that the serum he took was just a grape flavored juice.
"Why didn't I just punched the door? Or pulled it in?" he asked himself, stupidly slapping his forehead with his palm, "You're getting too old for this shit, Khael" he said again.
Khael pushed the door and went out of the cell. The morning sunlight, glaring through a large hole on the wall, embraced his sight and his hand automatically hovered against the light.
He scanned the prison and it was almost destroyed. The other cells were filled with, either rocks or bodies or both.
Minutes of walking, he finally found the way out but before he reached for the door handle to freedom, he noticed a big black toolbox on the table at the corner of the room.
Without any thinking, he walked up to the toolbox and opened it, showing him a familiar gun... it was the gun he always used in combat, not the real one but a replica.
An ACR equipped with a suppressor, a laser pointer beside the barrel, a grip under it. It also had a holographic scope that can be adjusted.
Khael held it with his hands and admired the beauty. He pressed a button on the gun and the ammo case released itself from it. He caught the case in his hand and knew it was full the moment he held it. He returned it where it belonged and strapped the gun in his back.
He wondered who would give him such a lovely gun.
"Widowmaker," he said while gazing upon the gun.
A/N: Hi guys. This is my first fanfic of the game, Overwatch. I played it once and quite enjoyed it so I decided to make a story out of it. I am not aware of the accurate attitude of Widowmaker but judging by her lore, she's a cold hearted gal.
Why did she kiss him earlier you asked? Well, stay tuned for more.
Any feedbacks, comments, suggestions, violent reactions are most welcome. Keep note that I'm not fluent in English so I may have a few grammatical errors and spellings.
Hope you enjoyed it!