Hello People,I am back. Once again I am in hospital for treatment and once again to keep my sanity and kill time I have decided to go hardcore again and post a chapter every day. This is my goal, I don't know if this will work, but I will try. I always very much enjoy reviews since I feel like it keeps me some company!

The Room was filled by the void that is the darkness. There was no light so shine in through the windows as the moon was not in the night's sky to reflect the suns light.

The only thing Reaper could hear was the old man breathing heavily as he lay in his bed. Slowly Reaper began to walk towards the bed. Seeing the man made him think, would he ever be old? Would he ever truely die? He had tried it, dying but it just didn't take.

After he had been incinerated at Watchpoint Gibraltar and hadn't died. He had tried it a few times himself. He had blasted himself in the head, tried to drown himself by tying a block of concrete to himself. After all this, he was still here.

He despised himself. His hate for himself was something that both drove him and at the same time destroyed him on the inside. He felt dead inside but his body wouldn't him die. Mercy had cursed him and he hated her and everybody that had made him into what he was today.

Reaper touched the man with his titanium claws making him stirr. "Wake up", Reaper growled impatiently. "What's going on the old man muttered", the old man muttered confused trying to get up. Reaper held him down and moved his head next to his.

"Good evening General", he whispered mockinkly in his deep distorted voice. "Reyes is that you?", the General asked still sounding confused. Reaper didn't answer. After some time he felt the General start to relax. "Are you here to kill me?", he asked calmly. "No", Reaper replied.

"Can I sit up?", the General asked. "Only if you don't call for help", Reaper replied. "Do you think some nurses in a retirement are too much to handle Reyes?", he asked jokingly.

Reaper let go of him and the general began to fumble for something in the darkness. Suddenly light filled the room and Reaper could see his old comanding officer. The retired general pressed another button and the top half of his bed began to rise. He waited until he was in a comfortable sitting position.

"Why are you here, if you haven't come to kill me?", the general asked. "Where is Morrison", Reaper asked saying the name of the man who betrayed him with true hatred in his voice. "Last I heard he settled down in Iceland.", he said before pausing. "What happened all those years ago back at HQ? What caused the explosion?", he asked after a long pause. Reaper didn't answer. Instead he moved closer to him. "You said you wouldn't kill me.", the retired General said still calm but with a slight note of fear in his voice.

"I said I didn't come here to kill you", Reaper replied as he started to choke the retired General.

Reaper closed the door behind himself and took off his Mask. He walked towards the bathroom and opened the door. He began to undress as good as he could. Some of his metal implants made it very difficult to remove some of his clothing. He walked towards a huge tank with cooling fluid inside and entered it.

He began to relax. This was the only place where he could relax where he didn't feel pain. Where he could let go. He left normal again like Gabriel Reyes. Darkness sorrounded him. He had removed all the lighting in his little hideout. He didn't want to see his disfiguered Body not any part of it. Seeing himself made him sick. He could navigate the hideout completly in darkness he knew it like a blind person knows his Home. In the tank time just flew by. He could even find the little bit of rest in form of sleep in here. Sometimes he had spent days in the tank just resting.

He tought back to happier times. When he was full of ambition and wanted to change the world for the better. He had been betrayed and he would have his revenge on the world. Something startled him. He saw a light. Reaper slowly pushed the button inside the tank to drain the fluid. The light was weak. It looked like it came from a flashlight. It was outside the room. He exited the tank silently and grabbed one of his shotguns.

"Reaper", he heard a familiar voice calling him by his callsign softly. "Widow?", he asked genuinly surprised. When she heard his voice she the light turned towards him. He dashed into a corner of the room. "Don't look at me", he pleaded sounding panicked. He didn't want to be seen like this. "Are you alright?", Widowmaker asked. Shining the light at the tank. "Don't look at me. Close the door and wait for me", Reaper growled angriely.

"I-I, yes, I am sorry", Widowmaker replied confused.

Reaper started to dress himself again. This time he put on his white winter gear. Iceland was full of snow after all.

He opened the door and was once again greeted by a flashlight. "Reaper, where is the lightswitch? I can't find it.", Widowmaker exclaimed. "There are no lights", Reaper replied dry. "Now tell me what are you doing here?", Reaper asked. Before he noticed she had found his secret hideout. "How did you even find this place?", he demanded to know.

"Oh Reaper, something bad has happened. Talon sent me to get you. They told me to find you here.", she said. "Figures they would know", he muttered to himself. Before looking up at Widowmaker. "I need to do something before I can join you. I have found Morrison.", Reaper explained.

"Talon said it is urgent", Widowmaker said. "I don't care I need to do this", Reaper said determined. "Then I am coming with you", Widowmaker said. "I am supposed to bring you back as quick as possible and if I help you, it will be quicker.", she continued.

Reaper looked at her surprised. She said it all so cold, but he almost felt like she cared for him. Even though she could hardly feel emotions. "Agreed", Reaper said before opening the door to the outside. "Hi Gabe", Sombra said smiling at him mockinly.

"Oh no", Reaper said when he realised she would be joining them.

This is the first chapter! Let me know what you think. Saddly I have to write these on my phone. So spelling may be off a bit. If you enjoyed it please leave a review!

As always

I have many name, but they call me the king of the flames.