Darkness was the only thing they made in that base, an evil so pure, so dark and cold, that it could be seen as a crime against life. That was the terrorist group known as Talon's goal with these experiments, make weapons capable of besting their enemies, mainly, Overwatch. Or so it was, until they where ratted out by one spineless scientists, protesting that the AB series where too much for the planet to sustain, that they where "The old Testament". And he wasn't wrong, they where brutal beyond measure. So their leader, G. Reyes "Reaper", showed the poor fool a mercy, he locked him in with AB-30 and AB-31. To say it was painless was an understatement, for their methods made their brutality nearly unnoticeable, nearly. By the time they finished the good scientist was covering a good portion of the floor, walls and abit of the ceiling.
This was to Reapers liking, he saw the potential in these beings, but there was always a catch. AB-30 showed overwhelming aggression after killing, eating, anything action really. And then AB-31, or as the guards and escorts named him, Abel, was too tranquil, showed extreme clinical Depression, and the most offensive, mercy to his targets. Everyone in the base showed some level of patience to Abel, but not Reaper, he wanted a stone cold killing machine, a puppet that does what it is told, not some depressed child with a soft heart.
Reaper knew he was gonna have to eliminate AB-31 if he didn't start to get with the programing that his neural hacker, commonly known as "Sombra", was introducing into all the subjects. AB-01 through 29 all showed unstable and unsuitable behavior, ranging from simple annoyance and flirtatious acts, to brittle structures and suddon combustion. Sombra excused her failures as "Unique genetic, psychological, and emotional factors" or " baggage", easy to notice, hard to eliminate without turning the subject into a vegetable, acording to her, seeking those with abilities was gonna bring these problems, or they could give them the abilities.
As for abilities, AB-30 had a large range of psycho and neural powers, ranging from psychokenesis, pyrokenesis, hydrokenesis, aerokenesis, telekenesis, telepathy, hypnosis, and so on. This put him as a priority to perfect and arm in the eyes of Reaper and many others in Talon. As for AB-31, his powers came from genetic tampering, and intense physical developments. His powers where a mix of Talon's and their enemies DNA and skills, mainly Satya "Symetra's" creation technology, Lena "Tracer's" speed and agility, Ana Amari and Jack Morrison's military combat and hunting skills, Reapers teleportation ability, Torbjörn's engineering knolage along with Winston's own knowledge, Genji's melee weapons skills, and AB-31's near god like strenght. Being able to make any weapon that was non-enegry based, small explosives, and many untested items where the only reasons AB-31 wasn't eliminated yet.
That was until the day Overwatch arrived, that day Reaper kept AB-30 for further research, saying "AB-31 can be made again". But he couldn't leave any lose ends, now could he? Reaper personally waltzed into AB-31's holding cell, and gave him a direct order to stay still and to stay that way no matter what. AB-31 complied with his orders, he could hear the alarms sounding off, guards and scientists rushing to escape or destroying evidence. Reaper pulled out one of his guns and turned to finally examine the failed experiment. AB-31 was roughly 5ft 6, 20 years old, had pale skin, from lack of exposure to the sun, shoulder length raven hair, and was noticeably scrawny. His features where between native American and Hispanic, and his posture, semi hunch backed, arms wrapped around himself, resembling a hug, and tattered old test clothes, gave AB-31 a pathetic or empathetic vibe, not that it phased Reaper.
"Am i gonna die?" Reaper heard the kid ask, in his worthless little voice as he aimed at AB-31's head, nodding at him and answering him with "Yes, you will, beacuse you couldn't do something so simple... obey. But you have proven our research to be valuable and acceptable, so i will make this quick, AB-31..." Reaper was about to fire when the young man started crying, if he wasn't wearing a mask you could see Reaper's eyes roll. He took aim again, and fiered, leaving a beautiful splatter or scarlet on the wall, and after a melodramatic "thud" G. Reyes turned on his heel and proceeded to escape with his prized experiment.
1 Hour later.
Genji was firmiliar with these kinds of missions, he was to sneak into the base, eliminate as many Talon guards before the main force puished in and if possible, scout ahead of the group and disarm any traps. Or it would have been that if the base had anyone still there. Behind him Soldier 76 was covering everything from Genji's 4 to 8 o'clock. A few feet behind them was their medic, Dr
Angela Zielger "Mercy" keeping up the pace, staff in hand ready. And behind her was Dr. Mei Ling, and Hana "DVa" Song, both walking cautiously behind their medic.
After confirming the base was abandoned to Winston, and everyone else back at Watchpoint Gibraltar, did they start to do a search and rescue of any worth while equipment, intel, and survivors. Morrison was with Mei setting up an emergency comms station, Genji would stay to await Winston, so this left Hana and Mercy to do a quick sweep then come back and switch posts with 76 and Mei. It took a solid 5 minutes for Hana to admit it, she was bored. She was expecting a fight that would last about an hour, then she would get some off time, but no, Talon had ruined her expectations. As for Mercy, she perferred the quietness of her medical ward over the intense fighting of the battlefield, so this was a field day for her, all they had to do is pick up anything useful then leave, what's the worse that could possibly find?
It took Hana and Mercy 20 minutes to find the holding cells, this place was poorly lit, lacked proper ventilation, and was really damp. This put both women in a unsettled state of mind, expecting to find prisoners still locked away, or worse, prisoners roaming around. That was until they found it, a body sprawled on the floor of an open cell, with a pool of blood under his head, this made Hana regret having a large breakfast. They both got closer, ever so slowly, his shirt had his ID on it, making Hana ask "AB-31? Is he alive?" This earned her an annoyed look from the Doctor, before examining the body for any pulse. And when Mercy stood still, Hana knew that he was still alive, and this pushed Hana's stomach over the edge. She ran out to the hall and puked her breakfast onto the cold metallic floor.
"We have a survivor in critical conditions, i need some help moving him, can anyone respond?" Angela contacted the rest of the team, it was 76 who answered firs with "How bad?". Angela knew they wouldn't agree if she said the truth, but the "inmate" needed medical treatment, she answered in a flat and simple tone "Shot in the head, been bleeding out for nearly 2 hours, but still has a strong pulse." All she got in return was radio silence for a good minute, a minute that felt like a short eternity to her. It was Mei who spoke up this time, simple ordering "Bring him in"
Back with the rest of the team, Mei could feel her heart drop when she found out about this soul survivor, someone that survived with most factors stacked against him, someone who fate let to die another day, someone like her. She could already imagine a scenario where he got healed and went trough heartache and sorrow, but the level of it she couldn't imagine even fathom, specially after seeing him brought in by Mercy and a sickly pale DVa, with a hole on his face and blood dripping from his head. Once brought in and examined by all of the members present, did they agree on one thing,"This kid is a lucky bastard" as said by 76, earning nods from most of the group. As for the search, they decided that tacking as many files and intel took priority, so they spent another hour hunting for useful info, to their delight, they found a back up of a file called "Assault Bioweapons" or "AB-Project", earning them a skeptical look, the survivor had an AB on his uniform, but they where running short on time and had to return home.
Watchpoint Gibraltar-2 hours later
Winston sat by his desk, staring at his monitor, baffled, awe struck, and genuinely terrified. An hour prior to his current state of mind, he was rushing this so-called "AB-31" through the halls of their base, worried for the young man that took a shot to the face, he was given the files that where found in that infernal base, files detailing everything that the AB project stood for and all it's capabilities. He went trough AB-31's or "Abel's" file "how cute, they named their weapon" he muttered to himself, as he kept reading the highly detailed file, a file that made him worry for his organization.
It was obvious what they made was a lethal weapon, but when seeing Abel's psychological file, left him with a plethora of questions "what was he made for? Destruction or Infiltration? Both? And if so, why let him feel depression, if anything?" The questions stacked as he kept asking himself, for now however, he had to discuss this with the rest of the group, they had the right to know this. Especially if their abilities and skills where copied and improved upon "This was gonna be a long meeting" he thought to himself in an annoyed manner, but he had already sent the word to meet in the mess hall for an "Emergency Meeting".
Well this was the first capter of my first Overwatch fic, hope i get a chance to continue it, so i would like to hear your thoughts on it, and until next time, hope you enjoyed.
