If there's one thing I've learned, everyone is the hero of their own story. The hero, the villain, and the one who gets caught up in the crossfire. Whoever makes a choice, is apart of the story. Bystanders are not an essential character unless they deliberately make that choice. Sometimes, you go in with a royal flush and you still lose everything. Sometimes, you start small and then you change the universe.

And sometimes, you're one unlucky mothafucker like me.

I walked through the Temple of Anubis. Such ancient grounds with such beautiful terrains. The yellow desert was so bright that I wished that someone would just add a filter over it. I loved it nonetheless. My ghostly pale skin made some people cringe, but here, they'd accuse the sunlight of making me look brighter. My boiling white eyes scanned the area. The two sculptures of Anubis were quite a new sight.

Closing the distance between me and the marketplace, I took myself up to the Temple steps. My skin crawled as I cocked my head toward the sound of a whistle. No. Not a whistle. A bullet. Rocks shattered next to my head. I hit the ground. What did I do to warrant a death penalty? Better yet, was I compromised?

"Nyght," Commander Morrison said in my ear. "What's going on?"

"Someone fired a bullet at me," I said throwing myself behind a pillar. The shooter had come from the market place. People began to run as I stayed behind the pillars safely. I pulled out two knives. One was laced like a spider web in purple. Another was shrouded in red like spider eyes.

"Stay low," Morrison commanded.

"No can do buckaroo," I said rolling to a corner. "I feel like I'm being watched."

"Damn right," Reyes cackled. "Put on a good show."

"Reyes, no!" Morrison contradicted him. "Nyght, you are to stay down."

"Or, or," I said with a smile. "You could tell me my attacker is so I can get to safety." I could see Ana smiling at my defiance to get things done. Reyes would be gleeful to see me smartass with Morrison.

"Well?" I asked. "Where is my attacker?"

"Right here," I heard next to me. I attempted to stab downwards and saw it Amélie with her blue skin and revealing purple suit. She had her rifle aimed down at me. I looked up and had a boyish grin.

"Hi," I said with a stupid look upon my face. "You seem to be joyous to see me too. Tell me, how did you get this gorgeous skin."

"You are insufferable," she said rolling her eyes. "But I'm going to make you much more pleasant."

"Look, I told you before, I don't eat pussy during the work hours." I rolled out of the way and evaded the bullet at the last second. My red knife made a energy reflective shield that put the next bullet back at her. She managed to escape her own killing blow. My purple knife made a ghastly reflection of the sunlight. It shimmered white at first and then exploded with light and blinded Amélie as lit lit up like a flashbang.

Taking the opportunity, I kicked her in the gut and swung my purple blade at her. I nicked her hair as she rolled forward in agony from the bright explosion. I kicked her in the neck and pinned her to the ground. Quickly, she used her rifle as a balance point and shot a grappling line out randomly and latched to a roof. She then shot off and I was forced to let her go or else be tripped.

I ran down the steps and inside. I knew she'd be above me and she'd be pissed as of now. Amélie must be recovering now, hut there was no way I'd reach her as of now. I waited in cold breath for the Spider to be somewhere unexpected. My blades went dark as I slinked into the shadows. I prayed she wasn't looking through the roof right now with her infrared scope.

A long second passed.

Amélie had thrown herself off the roof and turned completely free falling back first to the ground with her rifle aimed at me. I was expecting this however and threw up my shield. The bullet hit it and came back at her skimming her belly. She hit the ground hard and unprepared as the bullet had left a bloody stretch of muscle exposed. It was so close to penetrating her flesh instead of shaving her skin.

"Fuck!" She groaned as the pain was harsh and unforgiving. I walked up to her and put my foot on her neck. Her eyes were furious and she looked at me disdainfully. I was sick of seeing her look like an ass, so I let her up. She rose to her knees with untrusting eyes.

"You want some medicine for that?" I asked sheathing my purple knife and holding out my hand. "It would seem you got hurt and I'd hate to see you put down by me."

"What are you supposed to be? A sick joke?"

"Well," I looked to the sky. "I'm not you're knight in shining armor, butt I can be myself. A Nyght for someone else. Come on, Amélie; do the right thing. I don't think you know what's going on with yourself."

"And who is this someone else?" Amélie cracked a small smile.

"Oh, Angela!" I catcalled out. "Angela! Would you accept me as your Nyght?"

There was a brief moment of silence before Reyes crackled in my ear, "She said no."

I looked down at Amélie. "She said yes."

"She said no, didn't she?" Amélie called me on my bullshit.

"Maybe," I shrugged. "I'm sure she'd be happy to see you again."

Amélie tried to rise up holding her stomach, but she fell down. I held out my hand a little more gentle. She looked up at me and took my hand. I lifted her up and hoisted her like a fallen comrade on my shoulders. I called it in.

"Can I have a escort squad with two medics?" I asked.

"Down in ten," Morrison said. "And please don't do anything stupid to Angela."

"Can't promise you that," I responded carrying Amélie up the steps and sat her down by the left door of the entrance of the Temple. I took off my shemagh and wrapped it around her stomach. I patted her shoulder.

"Why are you helping me?" She asked. "I killed my husband."

"We all do something wrong. You killed Gerald, Angela stole my heart, and Reyes just won't admit to wasting shotguns instead of reloading," I smiled. "But what matters is we get even and stay true to ourselves. To get better at what we do and get even. Maybe one day you'll forgive yourself and stop assassinating people, I'll steal Angela's heart, and Reyes will start to reload once in his life. Hell, maybe Torbjorn will grow a couple inches taller."

Amélie smiled as I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Why don't you close your eyes and catch a wink of sleep? Waterboarding can be a lot of fun, but very exhausting."

Amélie had her mouth open. I winked and left her there to go back to the market. Most of the people were gone, but I really didn't care. I grabbed three apples and a mango. The shopkeeper was hiding behind the counter frightened and shaking. He looked up at me.

"Hey," I got his attention. "Do you mind if I take these?" He shook his head and I returned to Amélie.

"So, do you want an apple or a mango?"

Amélie requested a mango. I gave it to her and used the red knife I still gripped in my hand to slice it open. I laid the apples next to her and went back to retrieve her rifle. I picked it up and steched my back standing up from the squat I did to reach it. I came back as the helicopter for my escort came.

I waved at it. I saw it was Lena in the front seat. I did a very low hip dance that she shook her head at me and covered her mouth to prevent me from seeing the smile. I went back to Amélie and hugged her before picking her up. "Hold these," I said giving her the apples. I picked up her rifle and carried her to the landing helicopter.

When we boarded, I smiled as I saw Lena piloting, Winston next to Angela, and Genji standing with his hand on a handle up above. There was two more operatives; one a medic and Mecree. I carried Amélie to the center of the floor where there was a white tarp. I laid her down as she shivered from the cold pain trailing down her belly. Unless she just shivered because it was about fifty degrees in the helicopter. These fuckers really abused the new AC they got.

"Does anyone have a blanket?" I asked. Winston handed me one. I removed the shemagh from Amélie and covered her with the blanket. Angela used her staff to give a temporary heal and began to mend Amélie's stomach. I soothed her and held my hand out to the medical operative who was behind Mecree.

The operative gave me a shot full of a grey liquid. I caressed Amélie's face as I brought the shot to her neck. She eyed it and she seemed to get nervous. "This is going to help you," I whispered. She nodded and turned her head as pricked her jugular and plunged the medicine within her veins. She let her eyes close and her breasts moved up with a slower breath. I stood up and rotated my shoulders. I handed the rifle to Winston and smiled at Mecree.

"Well, it appears like the cowboys found a new band of outlaws," I said.

"Suppose I have," he said shrugging. "Some of us are more devious than others."

"Aw, rubbish!" Lena said from the pilot seat. "You're the biggest outlaw in this group."

"Justice ain't gonna dispense itself," he smiled.

"Yeah, yeah," Lena said keeping her eyes forward.

"So," I said to Angela. "I have three apples. One of them goes to Winston because I bet him one at lunch yesterday," I tossed one to the gorilla. "One goes to Mecree because I forgot his birthday last year," I tossed the other one to him. "He's going to share with Genji because he forgot his birthday two years ago. So, that leaves us with one last apple. Would you like to share with me?"

"No thank you," she smiled. "I don't eat on the job. Perhaps Lena would like an apple."

"No," she said. "I'd prefer to see you to settle your differences over an apple."

"What do you mean?"

"Think of the apple as life. You two both live it by eating it. Eventually, you'll have one more piece left and someone will either have to give up or you two could kiss."

I smiled at Lena's look on life. "Well," Angela said. "Since you know so much about life, why don't you take him off my hands?"

"Because I'm a lesbian."

"Oh," Angela said remembering that. "Well, um, well… wow, this awkward."

"It's okay, doc," I said taking her hand. "Perhaps you'll show Mercy on me."

Mecree laughed as Angela looked like she wanted to hit me bad. Being a pacifist wasn't easy at time. Personally, I was no pacifist, but I did enjoy watching other people hurt themselves by their own mistakes and weapons in battle. Everyone has a different look in their eye when they see something they like. Mine was Angela and I was hoping she'd change her eye for me.

"Nyght," Morrison said in my ear. "Back off."

"Hey," I said touching my ear piece. I dropped my voice and walked to the co pilot seat next to Lena. "Mind your fucking business."

"Excuse me?" Lena said looking at me oddly.

"Not you," I said. "I'm talking to Jack."

"Oh," she said going back to flying.

"Anyway," I turned my voice back to Morrison. "Fuck out of the relationships."

"Nyght, you need to watch your tone with me."

"Then you need to get the hell of my back."

"She's not into you," Morrison said. "Stop beating a dead joke. You play with all the women you meet and I won't have you playing with her like you did to Zøe."

I went silent. He didn't just saw that. I could hear Reyes hold his breath on the other end. I blinked hard. "I'm going to kick your ass and bury you in the ashes when we meet," I breathed heavily.

"Nyght, I didn't mean-" I pulled my earpiece out and crushed it under my boot. I stood up and walked to the back with a false smile. I stood next to Genji. I grabbed a handle and stayed silent as I tied my shemagh over my head. My black trench coat was fitting with my black leather gloves. My vest was a shade darker than my coat and my pants were even darker. With my dusty black boots, I'd be invisible in the shadows. My shemagh was the only thing of a unique color. It was a sandy color.

My knuckles felt very rigid and I appreciated it. I planned to break them over Morrison's nose.

After a few minutes, I looked at Mecree. "I need a favor," I said.

"Consider it done."

"I need you to keep the rest of these guys back for a couple of minutes."

"You gotta deal."

"Good," I fell back into silence. Angela touched my shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

"Mental stability? On a scale from one to ten, I have to say looking at you, I'm looking at a ten for perfectly in love and completely in control."

"Are you sure?"

"I mean, if you want, we can bump it up to an eleven."

Angela looked at me concerned. I smiled back at her to give her slight reassurance as the helicopter landed. Mecree nodded to me and took Angela by the wrist.

"Mecree! What are you doing!" Angela asked.

"Sorry, I have to keep you guys on board for just two minutes. Don't take it personal." Mecree held her in a headlock and pressed a revolver to her head. I stepped off while everyone else was detained. Winston, the medic, and Lena were all trying to keep everything cool while Genji just stood there.

I walked across the platform and saw Reyes and Ana step out of the front entrance.

"Nyght," Ana called out. She had her sniper rifle in her hand. "Nyght, calm down."

"You brought your weapon," I commented.

"Look, I'm just trying to keep the peace. Just go blow off some steam."

"You plan to shoot me if I go after him," I said coldly stepping forward.

"I'll do what I have to do even if that means putting your ass in the brig."

I looked at Reyes. He didn't look happy about it either. I cracked my neck and drew both knives. I began to walk towards them as a twenty something year old girl came running out. It was Pharah. Ana's daughter. She had a pistol. Didn't matter. I wasn't going to hand Ana her ass in front of her.

"Get her inside," I growled letting my shield pop out.

"Mom?" Pharah said. "What's going on?"

"Pharah," she said sternly. Get back inside.

"Get back inside, kiddo," Reyes said. "We're handling this."

I began to run for the door. Ana shot at me and I deflected it. The sleeping dart hit Pharah as I jumped up and bashed Ana in the nose with my shield. I kicked her in the stomach and curb stomped her head to the ground. Reyes looked at me and nodded as he fell on his back in false pain. I knew he was giving me approval to fight Morrison.

I ran inside and saw Reinhardt. He must've not gotten the memo about what I was about to do and merely waved at me. I charged up the steps and burst into the room where Morrison was talking to an operative. He same as I charged him. He stances himself ready to collide with my knives and a enemy.