Author's note
So here is chapter 3 of my story. Hope you enjoy it.
Thank you to Knights and dragons for the first review (Woohoo!), I really appreciate it and will try my hardest to keep up the story!
Yet again let me know all the spelling/grammatical mistakes I made.
Please enjoy.
Villen landed between two attackers, slicing straight through one with his blade, and burrowing the dragon's maw on his shield into the other one's neck, the energy field cutting right through. He used his wings and jump jets in his boots to float over to a few others killing them swiftly. It was all too easy. Why spring a trap if you are not equipped to take down your opponent?
And then he felt a something gripping his hand. He barely had time to look down and see a wire with a grappling hook on his right wrist when a shock of electricity surged through it. He fell to one knee. So that was their plan. How were these thugs this prepared for him. Could it be Talon?
He was about to cut through the wire with his shield when a second grapple grabbed his left arm sending another shock through his body, causing his muscles to twitch.
"Sir, I could shield you from this, but it would most likely overload-" He heard Vea say.
"No! You know that the armor must be preserved for as long as possible." Villen said through clenched teeth. "Destroy it only if you are sure it will fall into their hands, not sooner. I will manage someh-AAGHH". Yet another surge of electricity caused him to scream in pain. The intensity was increasing now a third grapple on his left leg. This wasn't going well. Every time he tried to slice at the wires, the people holding them pulled on them and sent more electricity causing his muscles to twitch uncontrollably and wearing him down with pain.
Soon after he had a wire attached to all of his limbs and two additional on his shoulder blades. He folded his shield. He had no use for it now.
Another shock caused him to nearly lose consciousness. The sword fell out from his hand reverting back to its cylindrical form. Then he realised he was being lifted in the air, his limbs getting stretched by the cables. His enemies attached the wires to the walls and the ceiling to further limit his movements.
"This must be Talon." Villen said to Vea, gasping for breath from the electrical treatment. "No one else could be this prepared for me. And I walked right into their hands like some sort of rookie. I got sloppy in my old age."
"Sir, you couldn't have known they would find you here so quickly. And you are not that old"
Villen laughed at that last remark. "No, I guess I'm not. Now I need to find a way to get out of h-AAGGHHH." Another shock interrupted their conversation, and again he barely stayed conscious.
He heard a sinister laughter. Raising his head he saw a black mist forming in front of him into a silhouette. As it formed further a hooded man with a white mask and a long black coat appeared from it. The laughter was coming from him. And then he spoke, his deep voice echoing slightly.
"Well, well, well. Seem the mighty dragon turned out to be more of a fly that so easily got caught in the web."
Villen laughed at that. "It wasn't that easy if you think about all these times I evaded you, leaving your people looking like fools". The masked man noded slightly towards someone and soon after another shock followed, this one even more powerful. It took all of Villen strength to stay conscious. He was gasping for breath, when the man spoke again.
"That's because I was not there before. But now I am, and I'm going to squash this little fly right under my boot." Even though he couldn't see it under the mask, Villen could have sworn he felt the man smirk. "And as you are at my mercy now, how about you tell me all about this fancy armor of yours."
Villen laughed again. "Right. How about I take all my secrets to the grave with me, as it's seems that's where I'm going anyway, and not make your job easier, huh?" Another nod from the stranger sent another shock through Villen's body.
"You could make your death easier on yourself though. No one escapes the Reaper, but I could make your death much swifter. Death can show mercy too."
"Reaper, huh? Death can show mercy? You really went far with this whole emo thing, didn't you?" Another surge shook Villen's body. Barely clinging onto consciousness he slumped down, barely able to breathe. He heard Reaper laugh.
"Lacking strength, little fly? Ready to be squished? Where are your jokes now?" The masked man laughed again. Another surge. Villen's body twisted and turned on the wires, his screams of agony echoing in the warehouse. "But I think this electricity is a bit boring, don't you? I think you feel a bit too safe in this suit of yours. All this bulletproofing."
Villen opened his eyes and looked at the man. One of his goons handed him a rifle. The caliber of the gun was impressive. In itself it could be enough to pierce his armor. And Villen somehow doubted Reaper didn't bring special bullets designed to overcome his armor and probably also cause as much damage as possible.
"All this bulletproofing. And for what?" Reaper aimed and pulled the trigger.
Villen's body was pushed back by the sheer force of the bullet, turning in the grip of the cables. Villen yelled out in pain. He could feel the bullet shatter the bones in his left shoulder. His head slumped after he stopped screaming. Reaper took it as a sign to continue.
"Not so powerful now, little fly. Not so fearless now you can feel the boot on your body." He fired again, now into the knights right shoulder.
Villen screamed again. He could no longer feel his right arm. The bullet must have severely damaged the connection between the robotic arm and the rest of his body. And then another shock of electricity came. Grinding his teeth he managed somehow to stay conscious through all this pain. It would probably be better for him if he didn't, but Villen didn't want to give his enemies that satisfaction.
"Impressive, little fly, how you managed to hold up the boot before it crushed you. "Reaper laughed. "Unfortunately for you, your killer has just been toying with you. Now he will apply the real force on the boot, ending your annoying life once and for all."
Villen heard a weird slam first, and then a crack of a shot. He felt enormous pain in his head. And then he finally lost consciousness.
Reinhardt and Mercy, now fully geared, arrived in the courtyard outside. This is where the running woman has pointed them to go. Right when they were about to say something, they heard an agonising scream.
"It came from that building over there." Reinhardt rushing off to find the door, mercy following closely behind.
Before they arrived at the door, they heard another scream. The door was much sturdier than they expected.
"Can you get through it?" Mercy asked as Reinhardt examined the door.
"I hope so." Another scream broke the silence. "There is no other choice but to try, as whoever is in there seems to be running out of time." The man responded, while moving away from the door to get a bit of a run-up. He ignited the boosters on the back of his armor and charged into the door, busting it out along with a part of the wall.
Something shook the building, right when Reaper pulled the trigger, sending it a bit of course. Instead of hitting the middle of the knights head it went to the left. Reaper looked with anger at the source of the commotion. And he saw Reinhardt charging through the warehouse towards one of his men, a characteristic glow of Mercy's Caduceus staff surrounding him, and the woman herself following closely behind.
Reaper cursed. None of the former members of Overwatch were supposed to see him here. So he bolted for the emergency exit, yelling out orders to cover him and eliminate targets to the rest of his men.
As Reinhardt charged into the building, threw the door away and activated his energy shield. It almost immediately lit up with gunfire. Keeping the shield between their attackers and himself and Mercy he pushed forward, systematically eliminating goon, after goon. He utilized his hammer and boosters to great effect and with Mercy having his back, the warehouse was cleaned of hostiles very quickly.
Now with a second to fully take in the scene they turned their attention to the man strung up in the middle of the room by cables attached to the ceiling and the floor. His beautifully ornate armor stained with blood pouring out of two holes in his chest and another in his head.
"Oh no… Are we too late?" Reinhardt asked making his way over to the hanging body. He started tearing the grapples attached to the knight's armor to get him down.
"No, my scanner shows he is still alive, although his condition is critical. After you get him down call Winston for immediate evac, I need my medical facilities to be able to treat him. In the meantime I will attempt to stabilize him." Mercy's tone was really serious and she was quickly at the knight's side as he Reinhardt set him down on the floor and went to call Winston as instructed.
Mercy tried to remove the plate from the stranger's chest, but she couldn't. She groaned in frustration. Suddenly a female voice spoke to her.
"Step away from the armor. Any further attempt to remove it will be considered a hostile act."
"A hostile act?! How am I supposed to save his life if I cannot remove this armor?!" Mercy screamed in frustration at the suit. And then she felt as if a scanner's beam moved over her face. And the voice spoke again.
"Identity confirmed as Angela Ziegler, codename Mercy, former Overwatch agent. Trust level: high in medical emergencies. Combat protocols medical override."
Mercy couldn't believe her eyes. The strangers armor just begun to shift and transform, and a couple seconds later all that was left was a black trench coat, and a heavily blood stained white shirt. Mercy got to work on stabilizing the patient. Interrupted once by a cylindrical object rolling near to the stranger's body.
Villen regained consciousness for a few moments. He was lying on the floor, and he felt someone's presence by him, felt a touch on his chest amidst the pain. He tried opening his eyes. His right eye was flooded with blood and he couldn't see out of it. His left eye though spotted a being of incredible beauty kneeling beside him. An aureola on her head and wings shining behind her back. "An angel, how can that be."
That was Villen's last thought before he drifted back into the darkness
Once she has done all she could out here she looked up to see Reinhardt standing nearby.
"The transport is en route." He said before she could ask about it. "But are we sure we want to do this?"
"What do you mean?"
"Doctor, we have no idea who this man is, for all we know he could be a Talon agent."
"I will not leave a man to die out here if I can save him! And if he IS a Talon agent, then 76 can interrogate him later. And he saved that woman too."
"I'm sorry, I don't like the idea of leaving a man to die either, but you know I had to ask." Reinhardt came over to the man and picked him up gently to carry him outside for transport.
"I know. We don't really want to bring unwanted attention to ourselves now that we are basically criminals. Thank you Wilhelm for your cautiousness, for I know I wouldn't be able to think about it in the moment like this." She smiled at him as they made their way outside. The hover jet was already waiting there so they hurried aboard.
"Seems like you have a long day ahead of you, doctor." Reinhard said setting the unconscious man on a medical bed inside the jet.
"A life saved is always worth the effort my friend." Mercy smiled sitting by the patient to monitor him on the way to Gibraltar.