Empty Shell
By: RougeTrooper76
I don't own Overwatch, Blizzard does.
Chapter 1 Mercy POV
Today was the fifth year since overwatch died, since Ana died, and worst of all when her greatest friend, her love Jack Morrison was buried beneath fifty tons of rubble, never to be seen again.
Angela Ziegler, AKA Mercy, was standing in front of the tall, marble statue of her former love's grave. On the front of the grave stood a plaque saying "Here Lies John. William. Morrison, Beloved Commander, Warrior, and Friend. 2276-2314." Simple, short, and straight to the point, that was Jack's style.
"God, Jack why did you have to die?" Cried Angela. Feeling tears streaming down her cheeks, she pulled out the bottle of Irish whiskey, Jack's favorite. "Jack, please come back. I-I miss you so much." Plunging her head into her hands to cry, she didn't notice the security camera turn to focus in on her.
After a few minutes, Mercy's wrist communicator vibrated, wiping the tears from her eyes, she opened up her laptop to Winston's face. While he was speaking her mind wandered, thinking of Jack and Overwatch, but when he said "Overwatch recall" she was a little excited. "Where?" She asked even though it was just a recording, Winston said meet back at watchpoint Gibraltar.
Closing her laptop and placing it back into her bag, she turn once more to the impressive statue of Jack. "I wish you could be here for this, please if you are out there just come back." With tears returning to her eyes, she thought she noticed that the camera was staring at her. Leaving the bottle of whiskey, she left saying "Goodbye my soldier."
The Camera following her every step.
76 POV
Behind that camera,1000's of miles away in Dorado Mexico in a "Abandoned" warehouse stood a monitor, in front of that sat a masked man. The fairly large man had a long scar that went from his left temple across his eye, arms ripped from muscle and scars. But behind that mask was a man ravaged by guilt, regret, sorrow, and very deep emotional scars, a man named Soldier 76.
When Jack Morrison 'died' Soldier 76 was born, a man hellbent on revenge on those who betrayed him and Overwatch. 76 was known for stealing prototypical weaponry but mostly known for using extreme amounts of force. Not even God can save you if you got in the way of his warpath, thus 76 was a vigilante hunted by every agency of every country.
Watching Angela through the hacked camera, he felt guilty as he followed her as she left. "Five years, Jack, five goddamned years since he last saw his 'Angel'. Anger rising and tears reaching his eyes he thought, "I need to see her, I need to tell her." " No she will just think that you're a monster, and that's what you are."
When 76 was born this inner demon was created. It fueled his anger, his wrath, it urged him to show no mercy to his foes and mercy they shall not receive. "Shut up!" He told the voice, "Oh, but you know I'm right Jack!" It replied with a dark laugh, then it quieted down.
His eyes returned to his monitor, god how he missed his beloved Angel. Jack missed her smile, hazel eyes, blonde hair, and most of all her beautiful laugh. Looking at his clock he sighed it was almost 11:00 pm time for patrol.
Remembering his previous engagement the night before, involving the little girl, putting on his tactical gear and armor, he grabbed an extra Biotic field just in case. He was always the boy Scout, Be Prepared, loading up a mag into his pulse rifle he sighed.
"Tonight's going to be a long night