Hi everyone, I hope I did not disappoint you with my other failed stories. This hopefully is a success. I changed Tracer's real name to Linna Onyx, and Abel Helterskelter is MY character and not from somewhere else. There will be mild swearing (like dang or darn), no super graphic details or things like that. I also suck at grammer and spelling so please point them out. That's it for now, please enjoy the story, and Darkysde out. :)
Saddest moments and Happy Reunions
Abel Helterskelter was one of the first Overwatch soldiers to become a hoverfighter. Hoverfighters were trained soldiers who were able to fight from a hoverboard going 40 miles per hour. Abel was something of an introvert when he joined Overwatch as a soldier who fought Talon. After he met a young pilot by the name of Lena 'Tracer' Oxton, his awkwardness around people slowly melted away. In fact, before Tracer's unfortunate accident with her test ship the Slipstream, they were really good friends. Abel's knowledge of science was rather limited concerning time travelling and teleportation. Tracer would have disappeared into something called the Time Stream but that was all in theory. The jet was recovered, however, some days later. Abel didn't have any time to research either, because not long afterwards Talon sent a tremendous force to try to take out the base. Abel and the other soldiers were able to fend off the attack with the other Overwatch agents. Eventually, Overwatch was banned and and all the soldiers disbanded and the agents went their on ways. The Hoverfighters were allowed to keep their hoverboards as they left to go home. Abel soon preoccupied his spare time on improving his hoverboard.
7 years afterwards….
Abel growled in anger as he threw another blueprint at the wall in a crumpled heap. He hated the UN, Russia and most importantly Talon. There was also a bitter spot for Overwatch, as Tracer did disappear while on a test flight. Abel picked up his pen and began drawing on a large graph paper, trying to draw another design for a time gate. Even though something was nagging at him in his mind that there was no such thing as a time stream, determination drove him to strive to create one. After spending hours on it, he gave up and picked up the evening paper. Tekartha Mondatta is going to give a speech concerning the comingling of robots and humans in the Grand Hall just a few blocks away from Big Ben. Abel sighed. Just great, he thought. Perfect time for an assasin to come shooting in and kill the great Mondatta.
Expecting trouble, he pullled out his hoverboard and gave a sad smile. It brought back so many good and bad memories, and he would've liked to have reminiscate over them, but he remembered that Mondatta's speech was going to be given in less than an hour. Reluctantly, he put on his bulletproof vest, collapsed his hoverboard and put it into his backpack, put his helmet with a visor installed and set out. He wore a blue, leather jacket with a black T-shirt underneath, thick brown cowhide leather pants and tactical boots. He may look a little suspicious, but at least it was going to dark. Besides, perhaps he would be able to scare off to-be offenders. Most importantly, he took his plasma blit rifle from his gunrack. He never went anywhere without it. Feeling prepared and ready, he set out and managed to reach the Grand Hall just before Mondatta started giving his speech. Abel shot a look at a young woman who pushed her way past him. Guess she's an avid fan of Mondatta, Abel thought. What struck him as odd was that she had the same hair style as his old friend Linna, and they looked very similar. Abel made a mental note to try to catch up with her and ask her a few questions. Suddenly, he saw her move out from the crowd almost as suddenly as she arrived which excited his curiosity at once. He followed her, but once he got to the dark streets, she seemingly disappeared. Perplexed, he scanned the building tops for anything out of the ordinary. He saw as the mysterious woman he had seen earlier in the crowd battle a dark, slim tall figure. He pulled out his hoverboard and turned it on.
"Where are you going?" growled a raspy, deep throaty voice behind him.
Abel whipped around, his gun at the low ready as a dark figure with a creepy mask and armed with 2 shotguns approached him. Abel jumped on his hoverboard and pointed his gun at him. "Keep back if you know what's good for you," Abel warned, ready to take off.
The figure chuckled. "Time to reap," he growled. He immediantly opened fire, shooting simultaneously with both his shotguns, sending the retired Overwatch soldier reeling away. Abel activated his night vision and returned fire, moving left and right, trying to keep back from the dangerous hailfire. Abel knew from experience that shotguns were the most deadly things in close quarter combat. At really close range, it was 1 shot 1 kill. Abel had no wish to get peppered by some creepy masked nobody in a one on one. Much less while being in his prime of life.
After a few minutes of fighting, the streets began to get littered with empty magazines and lots of shotguns shells. Abel nor the mysterious figure were unable to nail a good shot on the other. Suddenly, Abel jumped off his hoverboard and threw it at his assailant who failed to dodge. Abel then took the time to fly onto the roof tops and ascertain the progress of the battle there. He saw, to his horror, the sniper lining up her shot at the other woman's chest. He also saw, that Mondatta was right in her line of fire. I reminded him of the Chess move The Pin where one pins a valuable piece against another equally or more valuable piece. Everything happened slowly as Abel watched the assasin pull the trigger. The other woman somehow teleported herself out of harms way, but at a very dear cost: Mondatta's death. Abel was dumbfounded as they finished up their fight, at least, it looked that way. Abe flew over just as the sniper bashed the other woman into the stone wall and picked up her gun. Angry, the ex-Overwatch soldier opened fire at her as she walked towards a huge ship that hovered just above the rooftops. The sniper easily flipped back and returned a few rounds as a cloud of black flew into the ship beside her. What the heck was that? Abel wondered, as he watched the dropship fly away. He decided not to pursue the Talon ship and instead provide medical assistance to the hurt woman below. Abel carefully picked her up and then realised that he was faced with a dilemna. Her device on her chest was damaged, and he could only fix it properly at his house. But she might freak out if she found herself anywhere but where she last remembered where she was. If he dropped her off at a hotel, he might risk her life as the machine may be vital to her health.
He decided to take her to her house, fix her machine and take her to a hotel if she didn't wake up during that time period. Abel carefully picked her up , hopped onto his hoverboard and flew quietly to his house. Fixing her machine was more complicated and harder than it looked. There were numerous parts and pieces that he didn't have that he needed to replace or fix, and he also didn't have some of the tools required for the job. He gave a weary sigh as he went to buy some more tools required, and some substitute pieces. Abel worked hard through the night as he fixed the strange device strapped on the woman's chest.
When the woman came to the next morning, she saw immediantly that she had been moved. She observed that she was in a cosy house and that there were blueprints and tools pretty much everywhere, scattered in a neat fashion. For a moment she thought she had entered the time stream again and that she had gone in the past, but a simple glance at her Chronal Accelerator told her that she was still in the present. She was also curious as to how fixed her device, as she was eager to thank her benefactor. She stood up and saw a young man with slightly spiky, wild brown hair, slumped in a chair sleeping soundly. She smiled sympathetically as she brushed one of his bangs from his eyes. He was probably the same person who she had brushed past from the night before. The woman decided to look around a little until he woke up, so she carefully made her way past papers and tools until she saw something that intrested her. It was a design of an arch that had a whole bunch of writing on it. At the top was written: Time Gate. There was also a brief decription: Trying to find a way to access the Time Stream… Failed so far. What intrested her was that the Time Stream was a foreign concept that only she and Harold knew. Determined to question the brown haired person later, she continued making her way towards the mantel piece that held a few photos. The first one was, astonishing a picture of herself and a soldier she recognised to be Abel Helterskelter, They were close friends before her accident in the Slipstream. Wondering why this strange guy had a picture of Abel and her, she looked at another picture. It was a picture of Abel and a few other soldiers she didn't recognise.
She then turned to the slumbering person, wondering if he was her old friend Abel. But then, Abel had dirty blonde hair back in the day and this guy had brown. She had bubbling over with questions and her stomach was grumbling, so tiptoed over the mess of papers and tools to the other side of the house. Unfortunately, she knocked over a tool that fell to the ground with a loud thud. The guy jumped to his feet with a start and looked over where his patient used to be. Gone. Abel rubbed his face. "Oh great, I fell asleep and now she's probably gone off and called the police." His patient, as he called her, began giggling as she saw him looking around confused.
Abel turned and saw her, alive, hale and healthy. "Glad to see you're up."
She nodded. "I would like to thank you for fixing my Chronal Accelerator."
Abel nodded. "Not a problem. It was very complicated. Whoever made that ia a genius." He looked at his watch. "Great Scott! You must be hungry." Abel moved off into his clean kitchen and pulled out some pans. "What's your name? I don't remember you being in the city before."
"You can call me Tracer, love," she replied with a giggled, blinking about the place.
"Why does that sound so familiar?" Abel muttered, pulling out eggs and butter from his fridge.
"I have some questions to ask, love," Tracer said, blinking next to him.
"Uhh, sure, go ahead," Abel said, hoping she wasn't part of the UNROM(United Nation's Removal of Overwatch Members).
"My first question is: what's your name?" Tracer said, leaning against the counter.
"Abel. Abel Helterskelter."
I'm not sure how good this is, but I'd love a review on how to improve the story to make it more accurate, and I hope the personalities are accurate as well.
