Chapter 4

(Cole's pov)

Tracer was in a foul mood...well...seems more embarrassed than pissed off and my god did this turned into a strange turn of events.

"What were you doing in Phantom's room in the first place? Mercy made it clear to us not go to Phantom's room cause she was doing his check up." I looked at Tracer suspiciously.

She then suddenly blushed as I realized what she was trying to do. I covered my face and looked away from her for a bit.

"Oh god...you did not." I groaned.

"No! It was after Mercy finished doing Phantom's check up! I! Only saw his muscled chest..." Tracer said even more embarrassed.

"Hardly believable." I said as I uncovered my face.

"I DID!" Trace shouts trying to sound convincing.

Phantom walks past me with earphones with blaring music on that I swear I heard the words coming from his earphones "In my head it's like hell" (A/N: It's an actual song from warmer. Look it up.) minding his own business as Tracer just glares at Phantom as he just ignores her like if Tracer wasn't there.

"I'm going to talk to him." I sighed.

Phantom got to the break room and as I got in, he is looking at me with an emotionless stare.

"You want to talk...if this is about to Trace, she tried to see me nude but only saw my chest." He said as he got a soda can from a vending machine.

So Tracer was telling the truth...wait...she tried to see Phantom nude?!

"Wait...why?"

He just shrugs as he opened his can of soda and started drinking for a bit.

"I'm guessing she wanted to fuck."

I cringed right off the bat the moment he said that.

"Sorry. Bad joke."

Wouldn't surprise me if she tried to do it cause of that ass that everybody wouldn't shut up about.

"I have to go. I got VR training to do to get ready for." Phantom said as he finished drinking his soda and walked out of the break room.

2 hours later and I was watching the monitor at the main hall to see Phantom's action in VR training. Now this guy was amazing. His speed, his skills with a gun, strategy with his spiders and stealth were great...but...that's not reason why Phantom is a dangerous ally. Because of the dark fucked up history Jack told me, Phantom slits his wrist with his bowie and some of his blood was floating on the air and starts to shift into the grim reaper's scythe.

"Holy shit..." Tracer said so quietly.

That's not what made Phantom scary...his eyes turned menacing red as his long black hair turned dead white and god damn...that sadistic grin was damn scary...he takes his scythe and went to a killing spree...and as he killed the last solider...blood from the body of the dead soldiers go in his body healing any wounds he had.

"The fuck was that Jack?" I ask.

"...Project Death...it was suppose to make Phantom into an indestructible weapon for Talon but wasn't 100% complete when I raided the facility resulting his escape. The project was then discontinued but I fear Talon may be on the lookout for Phantom after hearing finding out that he was hiding..."

"So what was that he just used?" I asked.

"Phantom's ultimate weapon. The blood scythe. He sacrifices some of his blood to form a weapon and that weapon...changes him. He kills his foes and takes the life force out of them to not only heal but makes him powerful. But that doesn't last. which as a matter of fact should be ending right about...now."

As Jack said "Now" Phantom turned to normal, his scythe disappears and was starting to stagger a bit.

"That power has its limits that can lead to exhaustion if used too much which can be very dangerous." Jack said as he walked to the VR room.

"How do you know this, Jack?" I asked him.

"I saw him use it from an ambush 1 week ago when Phantom was avoiding Talon." Jack said as got in the VR room.

"Bloody hell...I'm starting to feel bad for Phantom." Tracer sighed.

"Starting to feel sympathy already?" I ask her.

She blushed and looks away. ...She really does have feeling for Phantom...

"Real smart, Tracer." I rolled my eyes.

(Dante's pov)

"Amazing performance, Phantom...or should I say...Dante?" Jack said as he entered the VR room.

"Satisfied? You saw my "Weapon" and what it does...can you leave me alone about it and what it can do? I rather not talk about it."

Now you're probably saying "That was a sick weapon you have. You're a bad ass!" Two words. Fuck. You. There's nothing praise of what I am! I'm a fucking monster who was experimented on for fuck sake and you want to praise me!? ...that's what I thought. ...sorry...it's that when someone praises me for using that "weapon"...it disgusts me.

"Excu-"

"Just because I wasn't in that hall talking to Cole, doesn't mean I don't know what the hell you told him." I growled.

"Da-"

"Shut it. I'm in no fucking mood for talk." I said as I walked past him and went to my room.

Talking about my past is something I hate talking about and when people spread my past around, I get shunned upon to most people. Trust me...I've been there and I hated it before this situation ever occured. ...Thanks alot, Blizzard. You really fucked my life up...big time...

(Tracer's pov)

/Two hours later/

I was walked to Phantom's room and as I went to go talk to him...

"Come in, Tracer." I hear Phantom's voice from the other side of the room.

Bloody hell...I swear it's like he knows I was coming...as I entered the room...Phantom looked...depressed. he looks at me with a depressed look then sighs.

"What do you want?"

"I heard about your past...and I just want to apologize of my stupidity earlier."

He was silent for a second...

"Look...I mean it. I didn't mean to act stupid like some idiot trying to get attention-"

"I know you didn't mean but judging your emotion...you feel sorry of my past. Now I ask...do you really feel sorry about my past? Look at me directly in the eye that you mean it." He said with a serious look.

I looked at him dead in the eye with a serious look and I finally said...

"I mean it. I'm not the kind of gal to be making fun of someone's past as horrible as yours."

He keeps staring at me for maybe five bloody minutes then smiled. Cheeky bastard...

"At least you're honest..." He said as he laid down on his bed.

"You want to talk about something to get it off your system?"

"Perhaps another time...for now I need to calm myself. Thanks anyway..."

"If you want to talk to me, let me know, Love." I smiled.

"Before you go, let me tell you this...I am still human...don't think of me as some sort of heartless bastard who doesn't give shit of what's going on...I have feelings...I have a heart...it's that trying to forget the past is hard to forget..."

"I understand..."

We said our goodbyes as I went to my room with a smile on my face...

"Well...that went well..." I sighed.