Overwatch fanfic- Armageddon
New hero concept by caira d
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Chapter 1- something special
I really don't know what happened that day. I promise. I tried my hardest, I trained as much as I could. War scars are just too hard to heal. I regret everything that happened. I couldn't save her family. I tried, I truly did. I just wasn't fast enough. I can still hear her terrified screams. Her cries for her parents to wake up. Everything is just too clear.
"Why here?" the little blonde girl asks her father, his lab coat shredded to pieces, revealing a black t-shirt underneath. "The omnics will not find us dear. The Red Guard, they're here. They'll save us," he replies sweetly and reassuringly, his glasses so broken he takes them off and throws them. "But, we're in an alleyway," the girl says, her tiny head searching the small space between two large buildings. "We're safe and together. That's all that matters sweetie," her mother chimes in, brushing her long, pale blonde hair away from her face. They all looked so young, so kind, so loving. All of that never mattered to the omnics though.
"What if they see us papa?" the girl asks again, inching closer to the dead end of the alley. "Then I'll fight them and protect us. And if I get hurt I know you'll be watching over me," he replies, signaling her mother to join her at the alley's end. His jet-black hair flies in the breeze, but despite how peaceful it is, the explosions still fill the air with smoke and gas. "We love you, you know that, right?" her mother asks her, kneeling down, their blue eyes meeting. "Of course, mama, I love you too," she replies, smiling sweetly, as if the explosions don't bother her. "Please no!" her father suddenly shrieks, but the gun already goes off, the echo of the horror bouncing off of the alley walls. A small gasp escapes the father, and he goes crashing to the ground, falling to his back with a single bullet hole through his chest, right over his heart.
"PAPA!" the girl screams, trying to run towards her fallen hero but her mother uses her arm to hold her back. "NOO!" she shrieks as five omnics appear at the start of the alley. "David," her mother whispers, letting her tears fall. The omnics raise their wrists, exactly over the struggling mother and fire. This time they hit her square in the head. "I'm sorry An-" she tries to say, but she falls to the ground. "MAMA! NO! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING!" the girl screams, falling to her knees and hugging her mother's corpse, desperately trying to get her mother to stand. "Please mama, wake up. I need you, the world needs you!" she cries, her tears soaking her mother's white blouse. The omnics aim again, lining up with the girls' head, but before they can fire a shadow drops to the ground. Not a shadow, no, a human. "No one hurts the innocent," the figure says, it's voice barely audible, it's like the voice is being stifled by a mask of some sort.
A black cape with three red lines over the middle of it is swung over the human's figure, and this human is small. Almost as small as the girl, and she's only nine. "Cease your activity!" the voice screams, this time the girl can make out that the figure is female. The figure leaps forward, showing her one inch heeled hunting boots and black and armored pants with a belt swung over her waist. A weapon handle is visible on her belt, but the girl does not recognize it. The girl lands on her feet despite the heels and turns her head slightly so the little girl can see the mask on her face. The mask is covering her whole face, but the girl is no fool, she can tell what an upgraded gas mask looks like. She can see the outline of her bullet-proof shirt, and she can see three red lines across the chest area of the shirt. A Red Guard warrior. That's what the weapon is. A Dark Star.
The girl pulls out the weapon handle and in a flash, it beams on in defense mode. Ah yes, the masterpiece of a weapon, the Dark Star. Pretty much a mobile laser cutter. Two modes, attack and defense, defense is a long stick-like beam that has two handles on each end, mostly used for dodging attacks from gunfire and other Dark Stars and laser weapons. Attack mode is a different story however, the red beam would only go out halfway with only one handle on the very end, and the user would attack certain targets. The Dark Star was used for peace, but no one knows what it's purpose is anymore.
The Red Guard jumps forward, cutting three of the targets in half with one swing. The other two jump back and fire away, not even bothering to aim. The bullets get absorbed in the Dark Star, and she jumps above them and cuts their heads off, and their bodies slump to the ground like the little girl's parents did. The Red Guard turned off her Dark Star and put the handle back on the correct space on her belt, and she turns around, looking at the terrified little girl. "Why?" the girl asks, crying into her mother's shoulders. "Why couldn't it have been me. Is this really what war does?" she asks herself. After about a minute of mourning she gets up and runs over to her father, who's eyes are still wide with shock. "Sleep my hero," she whispers to him, closing his eyes.
"We must go," the Red Guard says through the relative silence. The explosions still pound into the two girl's ears, but the little girl stands and walks over to the Guard. "You saved me," she starts. "Why?" The Guard holds back a sigh and holds out her hand generously. "No one deserves to die. And I am deeply sorry for your loss. I will take you to safety. Trust me," the Red Guard replies, her German accent now spilling out in her words. The girl nods silently and takes her hand. "Let's go then," the Guard whispers to herself.
I promised myself that fighting was always for a cause, always for a purpose. I thought my academy would show me that. I was so wrong, so terribly wrong. What happened that day in Switzerland was a terrible mistake, but this is something I could've prevented. Something I could have talked about to someone, anyone else, but no, I decided to be a fool and keep my problems to myself.
"Ugh!" I groan, falling to the concrete ground. The hair tie holding my thin black hair up is rubbing against the ground, my Dark Star has been deactivated already. I know that I've lost, why am I not giving up yet? I put my hands on the floor and spring to my feet, my opponent faces me, her face illuminated by the Dark Star in her gloved hands. My bare hands sting with exhaustion, actually, my whole-body stings with it. My weight is pulling me down farther and farther as I start to gain my balance again. I should find my Dark Star, I really should, but she's smarter than me, she'll strike me down as soon as I turn my head away.
I squint my eyes, looking for any kind of advantage I can gain, and I have faced Keenia many times before to know her vulnerable spot. Her legs. She always holds her Dark Star up closer to her face, leaving her legs a good target. Oh, sweet, sweet Keenia, I wish this wasn't our final test. I spring to the left at first, and as she steps to the left I spring back to the right and stretch, I kick her feet out from underneath her and she falls to the ground hard, dropping her Dark Star. Within a millisecond, I pick up her Dark Star and activate it, briefly scanning the area for mine, but I already know it's far out of her reach if it's still in the ring.
"Very good, Arma. You have proven your worth. Keenia, however, has been given more than enough chances. You should know the rules Arma, even if this is your first time in a final test scenario," Madame Kellina says from her observation seat at the top of the ring. The square arena was built for testing. Bullet and laser proof floors, see through but practically unbreakable glass surrounding the whole arena square. The seats are in rows leading upwards, but no one else is here except Madame Kellina, sitting in her golden chair that shines on the basic velvet colored chairs.
I know the next step. I read the rule book almost a hundred times, and I'm not exaggerating. I hold the activated Dark Star up to her neck, her breathing quickens, her sweat lingering on her tan forehead. Her green eyes plea for help, but there's no saving her now. I push the Dark Star down, and as soon as it makes contact with the skin on her neck she shrieks louder than the little girl who lost her parents. I actually did it. I killed her. I passed my final test. I can be an active Guard now. "Very, very good. You always were my favorite. If you wish you may keep the fallen Guard's weapon, but please find your own Dark Star and get out of the ring," Madame Kellina says, amusement on her face. Did she enjoy my match? How am I her favorite? She's always pushed me the hardest and now she thinks I'll accept her kindness? This has to be a test of some sort.
I find my weapon in the corner of the ring and re-attach it to my weapon belt loosely stringed around my jeans. My black practice t-shirt is stained with sweat from my test, but I should already know this. It's routine after all, well, not the killing part. Wait, I just killed someone. I killed another Guard, another human being. I just committed murder. I just murdered an unarmed woman.
I leave the square and rush up the staircase on the right of all the chairs to join Madame Kellina, and she smiles warmly at my panting. "You worked long and hard for this. Keenia was weak and you never give up, she had no chance. I think even she knew it," she says in a humorous tone. "Madame Kellina, I just, well, murdered, someone," I reply, shaking my head at her humorous voice. "You did me a favor. It was either you kill her or me. In this world, the weak will die. If you are strong enough to kill the ones who need to be killed, then you will become a strong, independent woman Arma," Madame Kellina replies soothingly.
"Her eyes were pleading for mercy and I just, killed her! I can't accept that!" I instantly snap back. "You're young and foolish, I'm old and wise. Who would you rather listen to?" Madame Kellina snaps back. "I'm 16!" I hiss. "Oh, teenagers," Madame Kellina says, rolling her eyes. "I am wiser than you think." Madame Kellina rubs her pale hand against her chin and smiles, her blonde hair shining in the dimly lit room. "I like your boldness. Maybe you're bold enough to answer this for me. If you could live away from here, get out of the Red Guard, where would you go, what would you do? Would you forget about your previous life?" I stare at her daring blue eyes and smirk, feeling confidence build inside of me. "I wouldn't choose any other life since this one is for me. It's fate, so why change that?" I reply.
"Keenia wouldn't have answered that way. See? That's why your life is more valuable than hers. She would have wanted to leave. You spared her from the pain of stage two my dear. Then again, you could be lying to me and I'd never know; you were only my student, I don't know you very well," Madame Kellina replies, her voice steady and warm, making me feel somewhat safe even in this terrible place. "You may return to your quarters, stage two will commence tomorrow at five o'clock a.m. understood?" I nod, saluting before I walk away, not even thinking that there could be any meaning behind the question she asked. Why was I such a fool? Why did I not run, flee, scream for help. Why, someone had to be with me! It doesn't matter now. I'm a huntress and that's what I'll always be. A mercenary, a killer. Highly trained, no failures in history. But I never thought that I'd meet her again. I was wrong. So, so wrong.
~Present Day- King's Row, one year before the fall of overwatch. Location: Watchpoint Polaris~
"We don't have much time. You've seen the plan a million times, just get it over with. You're not murdering anyone this time. We are," Sombra says, her hair bouncing as she walks. Her talon suit fits her well, almost as well as my huntress suit fits me. Black high-heeled boots with red heels. Perfect. Tight jeans with a black belt holding my two Dark Stars and a laser pistol. A black jacket pulled over my dark blue tank top. My long jet-black hair pulled into a ponytail and my hunting rifle is hiding in my jacket, it's outline can probably be seen from behind. My hands have plain black gloves, not even one inch of skin is showing except for around the chest area above my tank top. I have to blend in with the night after all.
"I'll be in position. Go get it Arma," Sombra teases, turning invisible. We're literally standing on a roof with a huge brick building in front of us. A single window is open, no doubt that's on purpose. Our target is in that building. Perfect time of night. No high alert missions have been going on recently, so their security isn't really securing roofs! The silver roof may be straight but there's a whole city just a few hundred feet below this building. I'm not joking, at the edge of the roof is a huge city about three hundred feet below this. We're literally on a mountain where the two parts of the Watchpoint is separating. We need to use the roof though since it's the only easy access point, wait why am I on this mission again? Why did I agree to this?
I sigh and jump onto the bricks, grabbing the loose ones first then thrusting myself up to the window a few feet above where I started. The window is open, showing light purple curtains flying gently in the wind, and a small room inside. A little bed with red covers with a female figure underneath the covers, and a lamp on a nightstand next to the bed. A dresser is barely visible in the corner of the room, and a single white door is dead in front of me. I push myself inside, forcing my heels not to clink against the concrete floor, and I look at my target. Her sniper rifle is right next to her bed, well, better get that first. I sneak on my toes and grab the rifle and throw it out the window, trusting that Sombra will catch it, and I look at my target.
Amelie Lacroix, famed sniper, somehow better than Captain Ana Amari, and wife of a very high official in overwatch. Good choice of a victim, the problem is how well I get her out quietly? Her hair is down in a massive wave of black curls, half of her body is sticking out from under the covers, revealing her wearing simply a red tank top and black shorts, her pale skin seems darker in the practically pitch-black room. I have an idea actually.
I sneak over to her bed and carefully approach, her body is facing mine luckily, her bright pink lips almost taunting me to just grab her. Instead, I jump over her body, and she snaps awake, but before she can scream I force her back down, my hand over her lips. "I'm sorry," I whisper, and I firmly grip her back and pick her up, my hand still covering her mouth, and walk over to the window, my heels slinking against the ground. I almost feel bad for this girl. She has boots on, but they're old and torn, and she's getting kidnapped to go god knows where. I'll feel bad about it later.
I don't bother trying to climb down and I just jump, my heels banging against the roof. "Not so loud amiga," Sombra says from behind me, and I hear her coming out of stealth. "I got the target, pay me when we get home," I say, carefully putting Amelie down so Sombra can tie her. "Go scout, I've got her," Sombra says, holding out the rope. I nod and jump forward, but five seconds later I hear Sombra shout in agony. I snap my head back to see Sombra on the ground and Amelie standing above her, her rifle in her left hand and her grappling hook in her right. Probably should've checked if she had any other weapons. Sombra gets up only to get kicked in the face and the girl runs to the edge of the roof, and I quickly follow. Before I can get close enough to disarm her, she jumps off. I look down at the city where she's freefalling, and I see her use her grappling to get on top of one of the countless buildings.
Without thinking I jump, feeling the wind brush up against me. After a few seconds of free fallings, my boots hit the building Amelie is on, and her eyes widen. Well, she didn't know that my boots can with stand the longest falls, so her shock is well placed. I whip out my Dark Star and put it into offense mode, and she readies her sniper, the distance between us seems huge, but really, it's just a couple of feet. Our breathing is even and our gazes are strong on each-others. Her sniper fires but I predicted her firing at my legs and block it, and to her surprise I spring upwards and knock her down. Sliding her rifle away from her. "It's over," I start, but she punches me with her left hand that somehow got free, and she flips herself to her feet and uses her grappling hook to gain a long-distance advantage. "No, there is still one more option!" she says, her French accent spilling out more and more with every word she speaks.
She dives at me and whips something that looks like a mechanical spider with a glowing red container in the middle. Before I can move to see what it is more clearly, two tiny fangs poke out of the spider-like object and she shoves it into my chest, and I scream in intense pain, falling to my back as she turns to flee. I can't give up, not now, not ever! I jump to my feet, the upper half of my body leaned over, my hand is firmly placed on my chest. She stands at the end of the building, checking her grappling hook, but before she can jump I pin her to the ground and punch her repeatedly until she falls unconscious. "Sombra, come in," I say over my communicator, my heart beating faster with every word I say. "What is it amiga? Did you get her?" I nod as I speak, "yeah, she poisoned me though, I knocked her out but I won't stay conscious long, I need you to call the ship in, I won't make it back."
I hear her say something back, but I end up falling off of Amelie's body and on to the gravel on this roof. I can practically feel a ship's light on me. They're going to save me and I get paid. Easy. But maybe they won't save me? Why is everything so blurry? Then, the darkness at the edge of my vision consumes me.
"Down, left, up, right, down," a familiar voice whispers in my ear, my weight feeling heavy on my now standing legs. I open my eyes to see my academy, the familiar arena is where I am right now, with Madame Kellina right behind me, my Dark Star on in offense mode. "What?" I ask as she steps in front of me, holding a training blaster. "You're only six Arma, but you'll learn to trust your instincts," she replies, smiling calmly. Her face alone makes me feel calmer. She doesn't even look old. She doesn't have any visible wrinkles, her cheek bones are still high and shiny, and her blue eyes are sparkling more than ever. I really am reliving my six-year-old private training session.
"Now strike down the remaining targets," she says through my silence. The two dummies sit in front of me, taunting me, screaming at me to cut right through them. Now's my chance to change what I've done. "No," I say, deactivating my Dark Star. "I shouldn't be taught to be a weapon at six-years-old." I walk away, my non-heel boots hitting the ground in a proud way. I just stood up to my boss. The one who raised me. If dragging a little girl away from her home at the age of four is a good way of raising I guess. I need to stand up more often.
"You do not walk away from me! Get back here! You'll suffer if you do!" Madame Kellina hisses behind me. "We're doing this to save the world!" she adds. I slow my pace to a stop and turn my head slightly, my mid-length hair turning with me. "Then I guess we have two different opinions on suffering and saving the world," I reply as calmly as possible, and I turn my head back around and walk away, the light of the room diming and the blackness consumes me again.
"She deserves extra for being injured on the job. She didn't have to chase Amelie as far as she did, but she decided to. She almost died protecting our mission," a familiar female voice says as I slowly open my eyes, my vision extremely blurry. "Perhaps, but then again it was her job and she wouldn't get paid if the target escaped," a dark, male voice replies as my vision starts to clear, and a light right over my head shines in my poor eyes. "It was my fault she escaped! She got the target, what happened afterwards was my responsibility we already talked about this Gabriel!" the female hisses back, and I hear her storm off as I sit up, a sharp pain in my legs takes me by surprise.
"Oh, you're awake," the dark voice says again, but this time I make it out to be Reaper's, and I'm guessing the female's voice was Sombra's. "Yes, and I don't need extra pay. You saved my life, that's pay enough," I say, rubbing my head with my right hand, the hospital bed underneath me squeaking at my sudden yet small movements. "You wouldn't have gotten hurt if you didn't take the job. I admire you. You're dedicated, yet you have no reason to be. What have we ever done so special for you little mercenary?" he questions, inching closer to my face. "I've done so many jobs for you, I practically am apart of Talon. Though Talon is messed up mentally, you guys are the closest to a family I have. Then again, I never knew my family for very long. They were mean, abusive, cruel, all the words to describe a terrible childhood," I reply, looking down at the blue bed. "You have to forget about your past in order to shape the future you want. I may not have cared that much about you, about anyone, but I still don't want you to feel down because we're your family. And no matter what you say, we're paying you over."
My eyes widen and snap their attention to the ghost-like man. "Do you mean it?" He's pretty much offering me a family, a home, food, water, clothing, a place where people can watch my back and I can trust it. A safe place. The first one I've ever encountered. "Of course, but there's one thing I need you to do for me in order for you to be, officially, apart of Talon," he replies, I can practically feel the smirk behind his mask. "Yes?" I reply, hopping to my feet. "Kill her," he replies sharply, pointing to a single chair holding a girl in the corner of this small room. But, this isn't any girl. This girl is dressed up in a Valkyrie suit, has extremely pale skin, blonde hair, and curious yet terrified blue eyes. This girl is Angela Ziegler. The girl I 'saved', when we were both nine years old.