A/N: Okay, so before we start with this chapter, I would like to give a shout-out to KindleBerry. He/she is one of the most fervent followers of this story, and I am grateful to have someone like him/her support me. Without you readers, I would have never gotten so much inspiration for this story. So, I had been struggling with this chapter, as this was a bit hard to write. I hope you guys like the dialogue I have written.

So, I have been wondering.. perhaps it would be interesting to let ENIGMA have some more social time with some characters from Overwatch. I would be interested to see what characters you guys want to have contact with ENIGMA, tell me in the reviews section!

Thanks for all of your support. See you in the next chapter!

The thirteenth chapter already, huh. Never would I have thought that superstitious nonsense about the number thirteen would ever come true. In this world of modern technology and education, religion is starting to fade into the distance.

Things like bad omens and curses.. surely nobody believes in that anymore?

Perhaps they should.

I believe you already noticed that I am a rational man that likes to avoid being instinctive. But.. instinct.. is something we are born with, something that does have impact on our decisions. In times when rational thinking doesn't work.. one has to rely on something unpredictable like instinct. Something I have always hated.

But right now.. I am stuck in world full of hate.

Please.. I am the one hated.

But people need scapegoats to live. They need someone to hate in order to have peace. Why do you think so many people hate figures like Stalin & Hitler?

We need someone we can pass the blame on. Someone to carry our sins when we don't.

Gosh. Even I am starting to pass the blame to someone else.

We were cornered. The whole Overwatch team stared at us, with their weapons pointed at us. Unfortunately, this wasn't a standoff as they were the only ones with weapons aimed. Even with my new power, there wasn't much I could do. If I were to pull off a light trick again, my comrades next to me would be killed.

Dammit. Since when would I not make sacrifices for self-preservation?

I shook the thought away and looked to Sombra. A world-class hacker, the only one I truly saw as an equal, being the first to defeat me with hacking.. I have always wondered what would happen if she and I would have a 1v1 in Warcraft. Her sly and carefree personality was something I found a bit similar to mine, although it was nowhere to be seen now, instead, it was replaced by a grim look.

I looked at Widowmaker. An excellent sniper and someone I held in high esteem. She had saved me many times.. for which I haven't been able to repay yet. Her objectivity was something I had always admired. It was her that opened the door to my new future.. and she was walking right beside me on my path for redemption the entire time. A lot had happened since that faithful meeting.. indeed, we would change history together.

Just too bad history books won't mention this.

I returned my gaze toward Overwatch, sweat drippling down my neck.

''Er, are we going to stand here forever or is one of us going to speak up?'' I said, to which the heroes of Overwatch looked at each other in response. This didn't take long, as a white haired man stepped forward, the red goggles on his face looking just as menacing as Reaper's mask. ''I'm Soldier: 76. You are all Talon operatives, correct?''

''Well, not exactly. You see.. we uh, deflected.'' 76 raised one of his eyebrows. ''We wouldn't have had Reaper under gunpoint and we would have hacked inside the computer already if we didn't deflect.. right?'' I quickly added, hoping it would come over more convincing. Much to my chagrin, however, the old man shook his head.

''Perhaps if you weren't a known liar, I would have believed you,'' he said. Funny way to spell 'Karma'. Karma it may be, but I am telling the truth.. Kids, don't lie to people. Well.. don't lie if you don't think you can get away with it. It's only illegal when you are caught.

I looked at the other Overwatch members, hoping to see a glint of empathy. Unfortunately, all I saw were glares at me, as if we were trying to get nuclear bombs to bomb with. Alright. The last part may be half-true, but still. I moved my gaze toward Dva. We had been rivals for years.. surely she would understand..? She met my gaze, and was the only one with a neutral expression. She opened her mouth and moved her lips as if talking, but no voice was coming out. I leant slightly over in an attempt to understand what she said. I wasn't sure what I was expecting when I got frustrated I couldn't hear her.

''Enough of this,'' 76's goggles reflected the lights coming from above him in a menacing way as he slowly approached us with the rest of his crew. ''You're coming with us.''

I clenched my teeth so much I had the feeling they cracked open. I was boiling with anger. I turned my head toward the monitor behind me. I glared at the red screen that had the words 'ACCESS DENIED' on it. ''You know what, you are a soldier, right?'' I asked to the man who was getting on my nerves. The Soldier stopped in his steps and stared right through my skull. A favor I gladly returned. ''I had heard people like you were stubborn. Actions speak louder than words, right?'' I could feel Sombra and Widowmaker freeze up. They had known me long enough for my bluffing strategies.

But this one had a higher stake than before.

I closed my eyes and let my mind wander into a place where I was the dominant force. Formulas and numbers started to float in my mind, each one unique in its own right and.. understanding. Something I couldn't say about Overwatch Overrated 'Heroes'.

Wannabe's. It's obvious they are doing this for publicity. True heroes are the ones forgotten.

I focused my mind on the monitor behind me. I found myself standing in front of dozens of different firewalls that were keeping my hands from the control buttons. My lips curved into a devious smile. I raised my hand until my palm was facing the walls ahead of me. ''Wither,'' I mumbled. The grounds beneath me started to tremble, and some powerful force started to drum on my head, as if trying to flatten it from two sides. My hands and legs started shaking, but I remained focused on the walls ahead of me, attempting to ignore the pain.

It started with a crack.

It turned into a small, gaping hole.

It changed into a hole as big as a football.

It then descended into a loophole.

I grinned, the pain started to lessen. As long as we hackers exist.. so will loopholes and errors. The once solid walls crumbled into a million smaller pieces, all of them finding a place on the ground. I started to run through the crumbling walls as fast as my legs could take me. My eyes focused on the one spot ahead of me; the control panel. The lungs inside of me started to ache, and I found my breathing pattern losing control. I furrowed my brows.

Nothing could stop me now. I was in my own reality.

A place, where I was the king.

The place where logic and reason dwelled.. even if I was consumed by anger.

I slammed my fist on the control panel, ignoring the trail of broken and burning walls behind me. The once colorless sky above me turned light green. The color of success.

I opened my eyes and was met with the normal world once again. I balled my hands into fists as I sent a glare at the people before me, realizing some of them had scared expressions. Only 76 seemed unfazed. The monitor behind me was now green.. and the words on it had changed. 'NUCLEAR WEAPONS ARMED'.

''You, of all people, should know the feeling of being misunderstood.. and that no one listens to your explanation? Something ALL of Overwatch should know?'' I picked up my voice, and a hint of my frustration was hidden inside. ''The feeling.. of being outcast, even when doing the right thing? The feeling of being powerless when someone ignorant of you is bullying you?'' I pointed my index finger accusingly at them. ''And yet.. instead of loathing that feeling.. you are repeating it on someone else? And you call yourself heroes?'' I clenched my teeth together.

''No more. I will not stand idle any longer! While you fools,'' I also moved my gaze toward Reaper, ''Are fighting each other, there is an evil far stronger than any of you can handle alone! You, Reaper, you think that by playing the bad guy would make Overwatch stronger. By doing evil, you could resurrect the greater good. Look what that made you. Nothing more but a puppet who is hated by all,'' the assassin looked down at his feet, avoiding my gaze. ''You know nothing about me,'' he muttered in his usual ghastly voice.

''On the contrary. I know all about you all,'' I mused. ''Because.. every single one of you have this.. biased view on the world. Each one of you believing in your own ideals, even if they are incorrect and ignoring what is against your ideals, albeit if that's the truth. I, someone who has always refused to join a side, I, someone who was an outsider, watching both sides clash. Unlike every single one of you.. I am not biased. I am neither 'bad' not 'good'. I am the neutral side. Simply because no one else will,'' I said, releasing the thoughts I had on my mind for years in one minute.

''And Reaper isn't the only one. You too, Ana and Morrison,'' the duo looked at me, surprised I knew of 76's identity. ''By being vigilante, you kept destroying evil step by step. Just like a gardener who keeps removing the weeds in his garden. But every time he turns his back.. another one grows back. You are not making any difference. You should learn why the weeds grow.. and respond to the reason. Only then, you can make a difference. What you have been doing until now.. was spilling blood.. uselessly,''. Morrison tightened his grip on his gun.

''You have the guts to lecture me? You have no idea what it is like to be me.''

''You're right. I don't,'' I stepped closer to him. ''Which gives me the privilege to look at things unbiased. The authority to judge both sides fairly.'' 76 retreated a step back, but his grip on his gun only tightened in return.

''All of you, squabbling like chickens for contradicting reasons. Individually, you removed some weeds and only watched as it grew back. But,'' I used both hands to point my index finger at both sides. ''United.. you can do so much more. Sweep your pride aside. Your goals are aligned, while your methods may not be.. but that's exactly what makes you able to get rid of the weeds permanently-''

''No,'' a voice interrupted. I moved my gaze toward the source. I was met with Widowmaker's amber irises. ''It's not 'your goals'. It's 'Our goals'. As much as you may hate it. You played a vital role in this. I think he is right. We should put aside our differences and work together,'' she tilted her head slightly to one side as she watched the other two parties for their answer.

''Damn you, woman. Fine! But I want to hear his opinion first,'' Reaper called out, looking up and staring at his former partner, 76.

''That isn't my call, Reyes,'' the Striker Commander looked at his team before continuing. The response he got were some slight nods. Others remained silent, but no objection came. ''Ok. Then I agree too,'' Sombra said in her usual nonchalant tone, in contrast with the tense atmosphere we were in right now, which made me grin. I locked the software controlling the nuclear weapons, and made it self-destruct, a single spark coming from the keyboard before the screen shut down.

''Now then. To destroy the greater evil. United we are strong!'' I shouted, raising a fist in the sky. A slight cringe followed. Luckily, More people followed. Energy flanked me from all sides as more and more people did the same.

Wow. I had just made a group of villains and heroes alike agree to work together.

''So, what now?'' Sombra whispered in my ear. I looked her in the eyes, thinking of how to answer her question. I eventually settled with; ''I don't know. This is one of the cases where I start with a sentence and keep improvising.. with no real idea of where I am going,'' I responded, before I scratched the back of my head. My fellow hacker sighed and shook her head.

''I guess that's what I like about you,'' she said, before walking toward Dva, probably to get information from another hacker. I smiled and moved my gaze toward Widowmaker, who had made her way toward one of the dark corners of the room, with her arms folded and her eyes closed. She opened her eyes and met my gaze with her usual emotionless stare. But for one moment.. I could have sworn to see a glitter of warmth in her usually cold eyes.