Hello, It's me again. I just started playing OverWatch and I love it. So naturally I'm taking my two favorite characters and making a fan based story about them. So strap in because we are going in hard!
The moon lit my small apartment. After OverWatch was dispanded I had to take home some were. Let me tell you about me though.
Name 's Jesse McCree, but most just call me McCree. After getting busted by a Sting Operation, I was given a choice to join a covert ops division. I went with that, instead of jail. Now I'm a paid gunslinger but no amount of money will make me do anything I don't believe is right.
That landed me here, illigally fighing with my old friends all around the world. As associates are switched between teams I have been left in my division. This paid off though.
During all the action, I met a young woman. Lena Oxton, or Tracer. She was buitiful. We were in the same division for about two years but then she was transfered about a month ago. I haven't seen her sence.
We were friends, I wish it were more though. Well they say dreams die hard.
The moon was gone now but the sun was coming up. I stepped out of my room and saw some other, friends if you will.
"Hey! JunkRat. Fine mornin' idnit." I hollered from my door. Rat looked me up and down, noting my tipical wear had not changed.
"HI!" He said with the tipical crazyness "I was just going to the shower room, you GOing." I simply said no and offered a good day off, and proceeded out of the building.
I saw Torbjorn and Reinhardt having a good laugh about something as they enterd the battle ground spawn point. "Good to see someone having a good day."
When I waked in, the door shut and locked behind me. I looked through the room and say my team for the day. RoadHog was sitting by the battle field entrence, Torbjorn and Reinhardt were telling Mei the joke in the corner and Reaper was inspecting his guns in the middle of the room.
"Mornin everybody. Nice day, huh?" I said with a smile on my face. The three jokesters in the corner just laughed and RoadHog grunted a 'hello'. Reaper sneered, not out of the ordinary.
So here's what I knew. The joke was about me, Road is in a good mood, Reaper's an ass. Good, normal day.
"McCree?" Mei said timidly. "Have you seen the attacking team's line up?" "No, I havn't, Why?" When I looked at the list, I say Widowmaker, , Soldier: 76, Pharah, Zenyatta and Tracer.
I couldn't take my eye away from the name. "Average team set up." I tryed to hide my nervousness but my voice was to shacky to fool anyone.
"It's alright," Reaper muttered. "I'll put one between thoughs brown eyes for you." I looked to him with a snear printed on my face. They all new I liked her, well exept for her.
The room went quiet. It was only broken when Athena spoke. "The match starts in three, two, one!"
The door opened and I, literally, rolled out. I looked to my peace keeper and counted the bullets, giving each a name. Under my breath I said "Widow, D, 76, Pharah, Zen..." I froze. "This last one I'll put in Pharah's dead corps, for good messure."
It was a payload deffence mission, so I dicided I would charge my arm's power cell so my dead eye would be ready in the morning.
The gates were open and four of the six heros were out. The mech was in sight and 76 close behind. There WidowMaker hadn't seen me yet and Pharah was looking at the sentry.
I through up my arm in front of my face and said "It's High Noon" My dead eye was active.
All of there heads were marked in a matter of seconds, I didn't see tracer yet. I pulled and killed all of them with easy.
Zenyatta stepped out and I stayed myself. "I have play of the game so I might aswell lock it down." but before I could pull the trigger a English accent through me off. "What ya looking at, luv?"
I whipped around to see Tracer staring at me. "You scared the hell out of me, darling." I relaxed untill I rememberd that she was attacking. I pointed the old revolver at her face.
"What's all this then? Don't you want to give me a hug, tell me a joke. Say hello at least." That smile was burning into me. I opened my mouth but was cut from speach by a metal ball to the back of the head.
By the time I looked at Zen the WidowMaker had her sights on me and struck my sholder. I was on the ground in a pool of blood. Tracer was over me and she looked sad. "That must hurt, well reaspawn has what you need. Hope to see you again soon." the sad look never faded.
"No, Wait.." was all before I felt those daggers in my skin. Nothing much happened after exept for the push of a life time.
I was sitting in a crows nest ready for a unexpecting hero to come along. The I heard a giggle, the same giggle that kept me up at night. I was put into a trance. All I could think about was her, how she was perfect.
Suddenly a sharp pain in my robotic arm. "DAMN!" I looked over to see a beat to hell tracer running away from a hammer larger then me, let alone her. "Here catch, luv" and Tracer through a pulse bomb.
It stuck to my chest, I couldn't get it off. In desperation I took a step back and pushed real hard on it. I fell, right into a box. I broke my back on it, but had to sit and wait for the bomb to stop the pain. I soon woke in respawn.
The team was walking back to the exit of the spawn station. Failure.
That's it guys, tell me if you liked it and don't forget to grab your gift bags on the way out. See you around.
