I'm sorry for punctuation and grammar as well as usage of words. English is my 3rd language and this is first trying to write something like this. Also, I don't own Overwatch, or any Characters form it.
Edit in 2018, I know that I need to read through all the chapters as there are a lot of mistakes and I will need to correct then, but everything in time.
That being said let's get to the fun part.
Wilhelm was sitting next to an almost destroyed building, he looked at his hand and saw a nasty bone bulging out of his arm. "Well, it should look like this" he said to himself getting up on his feet, his head still dizzy. "Damn, that rocket landed too fucking close to me, to be called safe." Telling this to himself made him understand that this day reminded him of the first day that his life when to shit, will he become something else when this is over? With that thought in his mind he felt how rocket hit in wall about 10 meters to the left of him and the shock wave rendered him unconscious.
Some time ago...
The night was cold, and the snowflakes were slowly descending onto the Wilhelm's forehead, why was he just lying on a sidewalk, he couldn't understand, his mind was blank as a void. The time was nice, and he had so much of it. He didn't want to go back to that cursed house, he just wanted to wander off into abyss and be done with this shit.
Some stranger, around mid-fifty's, came to him and asked if he needed some help, but in place of answer he got just an angry glare and grunt. He was done with the people, they always wanted something, and they took only thing that he loved, his family.
After few fast moves and few steps he was already running, away from the man and the memories, the only thing that he could feel was the dried blood on his clothes and smoke of cigarettes in a cold breeze. He was moving fast, he didn't know where he was going, but that didn't stop him moving and that was the only thing that didn't let him think of things that are happening right now.
But he didn't have a destination where he would like to get, he didn't have a home to which come back to, he didn't have a purpose nor in life nor in his actions. The only thing that he wanted, is that this would be just a dream, but it isn't, and he clearly understood that.
And as he fell though his thoughts he had realized that road was blocked by three men, two of them very muscular and the third one was just a giant, 2,12 with a body of strongman, only good thing about this was that they all three were totally smashed. The giant went to him and started asking for money to get another round of booze, only to get attention off his friends that were closing from sides.
"Fucking hell" Wilhelm said under his nose pulling out his dagger. He knew how the world works around here. They surround you and tackle to the ground, takes your money, drugs you and then sells your organs. Few of his friends had died like that, in such a pointless death.
He dashed forward, staying low so a giant would have a problem to catch him, he severed muscles on the back of the giants' knees and after that blade was going in steep angle to the giant's friends' heart just beneath the rib cage plunging deep in to the heart of attacker. By the time he had pulled blade from a man's body he was already dead, Wilhelm jumped forward to giant who had fallen on his knees and severed his windpipe. The cut wasn't clean and had probably ruptured artery because it looked like infinite amount of blood was spurting on the cold pavement.
Last one of the trio was now scared and thinking about running away, yeah right like he could leave around witnesses. The chase wasn't long only about few meters because the drunken bastard felt over and so opened his back of a neck. Knowing the right places where to put his blade to stop the movement of the last guy, he ended his life with ease, well if he could end the life with ease at all.
He checked him for a passport and wallet, finding both and taking them, he moved back to the first to men. The smaller one was lying on the ground, but the giant was just surrounded by blood, he took the wallet and passport form the smaller guys and didn't even touch the bloodied giant's corpse.
Only 4 hours ago at his house.
He was enjoying the peace and quiet with TV playing some film in the background, but he wasn't watching the film like his dad and mother did. His older sister was in the kitchen making herself a cup of hot chocolate. For everyone this would look like one beautiful evening, what could a 15-year-old boy want more of a life?
But it wasn't so magical and ideal as others would see this, he hated this, he hated it because he felt like he was trapped in this place.
You see the young Wilhelm Trond wasn't your average boy that you would see enjoying time with his family. He could enjoy himself at best when he was alone in quiet, he, not too long ago, acquired new set of skills,.
The first time he understood that he had some type of powers was when he became angry the table right beside his bed started to levitate and some sort of very warm feeling flowed into him as when his powers activated to maximum, at that moment thin stream of psionic lightning shot out and hit a piece of paper making it burst to flames. In few weeks he could control his power of moving things but as weird it would be, he could only use it if no one was around to see it.
After the weeks of training he started to go into the forest that wasn't too far from, him to train his other skills like lightning and dashes, understanding that when he dashed he would automatically make a barrier in front of him was great because he could now train to dash, without the worry about running into a tree. And for a few moths he trained his skills like that, when he understood that only thing that didn't allow him to use his power to a higher limit was stamina and his physical strong. After that he started to train every day, and even getting into a training of a swordplay. After almost a year of hard training he had most of basic knowledge about a swordplay and being buffed as much a 13- year old boy could be, he now could control so much power that he was even afraid of using it.
Then their family moved to the city, not very far from where he had lived but still, he couldn't train outside and that just pissed him off. At least in the school he could train his physical state because the guy who trained with him in swordplay were going to the same school as he did. For him the life felt so wrong, so boring, so not fair that he couldn't train his powers.
He was just thinking that when all the shit went sideways. The door busted open and two men with ski masks over their faces and guns in their hand busted into his house. His dad almost instantly tried to stop them but just got shot in the chest, he heard something falling down on the floor in the kitchen and saw his older sis in the kitchen hands over her face and knife at her feet. Then the mother, who had been lying on his father's now lifeless body, got up and tried attacking closest criminal, but her attempt ended with failure as a man sent a led through a mother's neck opening up an artery and severing two spinal cords, she died instantly.
Seeing all this happening in front of his eyes, rage filled his veins and with all the power he had he tried to levitate the knife up and pull it to him in a way, that will be severing one of a man's blowpipe, and it worked. The men struck with the knife felt on knees just trying to get some air in lungs, but he was just drowning in his own blood. Now with the blade in hands he could easily dispatch from the second guy who was trying to understand what happened to his friend. Wilhelm silently got behind the man and hit him between the ribs with a knife penetrating his heart. Still rage filled he looked around him and saw an aftermath of the fight. There where mother and father had fallen a large puddle of blood had formed. Two criminals lying on the floor still with their eyes opened, and then he saw his sister, terror in her eyes.
As when the sister had looked at him, he was in process of cleaning his blade what was already rubbed off habit from a swordplay practice, his eyes glowing dark red like the blood all over his face, his face was pulled into a savage grin what only reflected his rage and blood lust. She now understood why her little brother was looking bored and sad all the time after they had moved, she understood that her little brother was getting sick of staying in one place and now having place to put his energy.
When he had come back to his normal self he dropped the blade on the floor and went to call to the police. His sister leaning for the support to the door frame trying to understand what had just happened. She came back to reality when his brother pulled her to the door saying that they should get out of the smell of blood. As they went out of the door they heard loud swearing coming from across the street. When Wilhelm realized that the one who was swearing was the two criminal getaway driver it was too late because he heard the bullet hitting her sisters' hip, he pulled her down on a side walk behind their family car and he could hear how bullets where now hitting the car's motor because none of them came through.
When he looked at his sister, he saw that she had passed out, he didn't know was it from stress or was it from the pain, but his sister was now out cold. He leaned little out of cover and made a psionic barrier so the bullets wouldn't hit him. He looked where his attacker was and then he released stream of psionic lightning through his arm and it hit the mark, the drivers head was no more and there were burns all over his body. He looked back at his sister and saw that she still was still passed out, the bullet hadn't hit anything important or even any big blood vessel because the wound was all most not bleeding. Seeing this he ran back inside took keys of the car and all of the money that their family had, plus few extra snacks.
He slowly and carefully put his sister in the car and used one of the belts, that he took from his room, to put some pressure on the wound. Seeing that that had almost completely stopped bleeding he went to the driver seat and drove the car to the nearest hospital. He gave reception only his sisters name and put the money, car keys and a bloody letter in her jacket only taking 20 dollars and he walked away. Only thing in his mind was that he wouldn't have wanted freedom from his parents if he knew the price that he will be needed to pay for his freedom. He just walked and ate all of the snacks moving into the direction of his only true friend. But before he came to his mind he stumbled and fell on the cold side walk and just watched into the dark sky thinking why is he still fighting, he will only be burden to his sister and like that he lying down there till the old guy came to him.
After killing those 3 men.
After killing and stealing all of the stuff that the three men had on them and what wasn't drenched in blood he proceeded further to the house of his friend, he knew that his friend's parents were nonexistent, and he could live and survive by himself. He knew that he was strong, not as much physically, but mentally and he had more knowledge and tactics then he had, so if he wanted survive by himself without pulling down someone that he cares about, he needed to learn how to survive, and how to get money so he could even maybe provide his sister.
When he was at his friend's door he smelled light smell of cigarettes in the air, feeling how they hit right in nostrils making them dull, making them weak. He knocked at the door and it has opened by his friend, tall and very masculine guy, he looked about 22 years old, but Wilhelm knew that he is only 16 years old. As he opened the door he already was inviting him inside his house. On the table there was a bottle of vodka, tetra pack of juice and a bottle of 7up, somewhere in the kitchen was an ashtray with a lighted cigarette in. He had noticed that his friend had very sensitive senses and that he loved to dull them when he felt safe.
"Jesus Christ Wilhelm, what in the bloody hell are you doing in a middle of a night?" His friend said with a heavy Scottish accent, by that Wilhelm understood that his friend is already heavily drunk and talking to him would be pointless.
"What, can't let a brother stay at your place for a night, Lucifer?" He jokingly asked his peer, who turned his back on him and taking a glass in hand what he would think is alcohol, Lucifer went to kitchen to probably smoke his cig till the end.
"Bah, fuck it. What won't I do for a bastard like you." Lucifer laugh taking a sip from his glass and taking a lit smoke in his hand from an ashtray. Wilhelm knew that whatever Lucifer said, he would help him, in swordplay practice they had become brothers not only in arms but in hearts and spirit too.
Hastily smoking the fag till the end Lucifer took a second glass from cupboard and went to the table with booze on it. Pouring the second glass with vodka, juice and 7up he invited Wilhelm to sit down with him sliding glass at him. Wilhelm sitting down caught glass, he wanted to slide it back to Lucifer, because he wasn't the one who drinks, but this day was a total disaster, so he took a sip from the glass and felt the warmth of booze inside him.
"Didn't even think that you are going to drink that. Hard day?" Lucifer chuckling said and looking with a stern look at him.
"You couldn't even guess..." Wilhelm said lowering his head. He saw how Lucifer looked at his bloody clothes and dagger, but he didn't say anything. He stood up and went for two 75mg shot glasses that were standing in the cupboard.
"Are you hurt?" Lucifer asked, his eyes only concentrated to two shot glasses that were getting full of vodka. They both took a shot and drinking it up with the cocktail, Wilhelm instantly felt vodka hit into his head.
"No, not my blood" Wilhelm said and after another query from Lucifer, he told him story of what had happened so far.
"The craziest part of all is that I can use my powers now on people" Wilhelm said seeing, Lucifer's drunken mind taking some time to understand what Wilhelm had said. Seeing that his friend having problem with belief he made a grenade of psionic power holding it in hand for few seconds and the making it disappear. Lucifer sited in his chair stunned.
"Jesus, I'm too drunk to be talking for now. Let's continue this in tomorrow's morning." With that being said, he took bottle of vodka and went to other room with hand calling Wilhelm. When he got in he saw 4 beds and Lucifer taking a long drink of vodka. When he ended the drink, he dropped already empty bottle and felt into a bed locking himself up in sleep. Wilhelm followed example end went to the one of the beds and felt into alcohol induced sleep.
When he woke up he saw light shimmering on the walls and much to his surprise he saw dozen of many categories of swords put on the walls. He looked all around and saw Lucifer sitting in chair next to a table, on the table he saw few pistols and saw Lucifer cleaning one of them. When he started mowing he felt harsh pain sting into is head. Not being so tolerant to the alcohol like Lucifer it only made sense that he would have such a hard hangover while Lucifer looked just fine.
"Here you go" He saw Lucifer giving him a mineral water, he gladly accepted it and started to consume it in ridiculous amounts. When he felt good enough to move again he looked at Lucifer who threw a bottle of painkillers his way. He caught them and took one.
"Now let's get to the matter at hand, yesterday you said something about having new set of skills that you had learned to use but could only use it if no one would be around, in any means till the yesterday, correct?" Lucifer looked truly interested but Wilhelm couldn't understand is this in a good way.
"Yeah, it all started about a year ago, I can't really explain it I just felt anger fueling me up, and when I let it consume me, it all happened" Wilhelm said lowering his head, like he would be ashamed of what had happened, not like it would be his fault that his parents were dead, and his sister in hospital.
"Tell me more about them, if it isn't secret." Lucifer asked.
"Well, seeing that you aren't telling me that I'm crazy already, then it is okay." He said sighting. He taught how to explain it, knowing that his friend was a gamer in his free he came up with answer that will help his friend to understand his powers fully.
"Have you played StarCraft?" Wilhelm asked. Seeing Lucifer nodding he continued: "Well, I have powers that are close, almost identical to psionic power of StarCraft, I can move objects with my mind, use my powers to accelerate my speed and shoot lighting through my hands" Wilhelm said looking at Lucifer and wondering is he truly believing him.
Lucifer took a sip from a can of some kind of refreshment and put it in his hand. "Can you pick this up from my hand?" He asked, Wilhelm saw a slight disbelief in face of Lucifer, but he understood that, he himself would have said that he is crazy.
Wilhelm focused and pulled up the can, after what crushing it whit great force. Lucifer truly seemed intrigued by the fact what Wilhelm had just pulled off. He pulled up, putting down his gun, and said: "Well, you let me on a pretty great secret of yours, so I will let you on one of mine. Do you know how I get money to pay for all this? Why am I living my life like I am?" Wilhelm shook his head.
"Well I'm an assassin, and a bloody good one at that, maybe one of the best." He took a little break probably, so Wilhelm could understand what he had just said. "Look at your phone" Wilhelm looked and saw that it was off, when he turned on he saw it full whit messages and missed calls from Lucifer. "As I thought" Lucifer said sadly.
"Yesterday I got a contract on your father, it was said to be made to look like robbery or some shit. Of course, I tried to warn you, but whiteout an address and you unreachable I couldn't help. And that was why I was drinking…" Lucifer said sadly looking into his empty glass. Wilhelm just sited down, thinking that if he would have his phone on then he could have prevented that.
"Understanding that you are a criminal now, I would like to suggest that we get the hell out of this city, maybe even maybe from this country."
"We?" Wilhelm asked not understanding.
"Yeah, we, Let's start you a new life, I know that you have some skills, and you can kill a man, I will give you a lessons, I will teach you how to be a shadow in darkness, shade in the light, how to wear a thousand faces and how to disappear in few peoples" Lucifer said putting his hand for a shake of approval, Wilhelm thought about things that he had to lose, well he had about none so he took the offer.
"Well you will need new clothes because these are smeared with blood, new cell and a set of weapons." Lucifer took a look at weapons at the wall, "Pick your tool and let's get you a new set of clothes." Lucifer said walking off. Wilhelm stood looking at weapons on the wall, he took two daggers, one sword and two pistols with silencers.
Lucifer walked in with grin on his face and a new set of clothes most of which were dark as darkness itself. "You picked good, like a true born killer." Lucifer smiled looking at weapons picked by Wilhelm seeing that none of them made noise. He walked to Wilhelm giving him clothes and taking weapons from him picking and holsters for them, when he found them he put them on table picking his own set of blades and pistols. He also took bolt-action rifle with silencer on it and put it in a case.
"Get your gear on, grab a drink and some food. We move in twenty, if you need something we will get it at next hideout." Lucifer said calmly.
"What about all this stuff and my bloody clothes?" Wilhelm said not understanding how all of this will work.
"My employers will send this all to my safe house and dispose of all blood. This home will be sold off to one of proxies, so it can't be traced back. But what will we be doing with your sister?" Lucifer looked interested in what answer will Wilhelm give.
"Sis is twenty-two already plus with thirty thousand on hands she can take care of herself" Wilhelm said with slight sadness in his words.
"Well then I will get ready. Can you ride a bike?" Lucifer asked with interest. Wilhelm remembered his days when he got to forest on his motorcycle and nodded. He was an outlaw now. He will make his own fate with a little help of Lucifer from now on.
"That is good I have two Husqvarna Nudas in garage, so we will take those" Nuda 900R, Wilhelm thought, bike that was in his dreams, he was happy, for the first time since that fucking massacre, for a first time he could breathe with a light heart. He will be away from this dammed city for good and he will be together with his best friend and also, his new mentor.