"That's not possible you're-"
"Dead?" He finished with a chuckle. "Yes, I was. Until the Omnic found me and patched me up."
"You're...Omnic? But that doesn't make sense. How? What about Overwatch?"
"I created Overwatch as a statement that not all Omnic were bad. Under the guise of a human, it was possible. Then new leadership took place and there was an all out war against the Omnic, so I lead the resistance."
"The second crisis...was lead by you?!" I gasped and shook my head. "But...I don't understand, why?"
"Humans will not see the truth. That we were peaceful, even after the crisis, they wanted to kill our kind. Overwatch began slaying thousands by the day and that could not stand."
"So then why not just hunt down the Overwatch agents and end them?"
"Humanity is a virus, it must be killed so others can thrive."
"You're delusional." I growled as he walked up to me.
"Am I? The way I see it, you're not that wrong from me."
"I don't slaughter thousands of innocent people or Omnic! You did!"
"Are you speaking of the human population? Or of your parent?" He asked and I silence tensing up once more, gritting my teeth painfully so. "You parent started an uprising against us, against me and needed to be silenced. However, I did not expect him to train you so well you could have put me down. I was rather impressed, it won't happen again." He moved over to my left wing and twisted one of the spikes causing me to scream out. "I won't even honor you to death. No, you deserve something much greater than that. I will personally punish you, every day. When your body finally dies out, I will force you to revive and do it all over again." He chuckled.
"You can't force me to revive."
"Oh, but I can." He smirked, clipping on a collar around my throat. "And that will do it for me."
"You're a sick mother fucker. If I get out of this-"
"You won't be able to do anything. You've been unconscious for three days, kept well underground, hidden in the dark. Your strength already weakened. Without sunlight, you will lose all ability you have, save for the one I need most." He began to slowly pick out feathers one by one, watching them fall to the ground. "This will be well worth it, Phoenix."
My torture began, this man would punish me in any way he desired, any tool at his disposal. By then end of each day, I was a beaten, bloody pile of flesh. Days turned into weeks, weeks into month. I refused to die, refused to regain a healed body just to feel that pain again. My powers had already dimed down to nothing, I couldn't even heal major wounds anymore and I lost all faith that Reaper would find me.
By now, late into the night, I lay in a pile on the floor, my wings stretched out on the ground, almost completely bare, nearly every bone in my body broken. It was always so cold in the cell, not the usual coldness I felt of Reapers presence, but something unsettling, a chill that forced me to shudder, the pain increasing.
I heard foot steps and slowly opened my eyes, I saw black boots and only naturally assumed they were Ghalts and sighed, but I made no motion to move, I couldn't even if I wanted to.
"What have they done to you?" A familiar voice asked and my body froze.
"Reaper?" I asked in a raspy voice trying to look up at him, it was indeed him. I smiled brightly and tried to move but winced.
"Don't move." He said kneeling down. "I will move you, but it will hurt. Try to stay silent." I nodded and he slowly turned me on my back then picked me up.
"My...staff...armor..."
"I already took care of it." He said and held me close. "Be silent and close your eyes." He said walking towards the wall and disappearing into it. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to slip away into unconsciousness.
Reaper remained in the shadows completely until we were well out of the base and on the jet, flying away. He flew for several hours, landed it when it ran out of fuel and then carried me another few days. When he thought it safe, he stopped in a shelter he put together out of an old motel and rest me down on the bed. Opening the curtains, allowing the sun to pour in, he sat in a chair across the room still masked in shadow and waited.
