So, now you know catherine. I've constructed a whole story arc for her and it took a while till i was satisfied. That's why i waited so logn before updating again.
I'll give credits to akoslows for submitting an excellent prepared OC, although i changed him to a great degree. But i don't think i'll make it a habit to take extern Ocs into the story, it's my story after all. I took this OC, because i liked it i thought he was written well enough. (This does sound kind of arrogant, doesn't it? I don't mean it so ...kinda)
Maybe i do make too mayn flashbacks lately. I just want you to get a good understanding of the story. Also i kinda like flashbacks, but i'm not everybody. I want to know if you are okay with it.
As usual, i don't own Overwatch. If i would, i would fix this bloody mess of a ranked mode. Seriously, this system is just broken. And leave a review or two, that'd great!
Catherine woke up. She layed in a comfortable bed, with a soft mattress, a big pillow and a bright, clean white blanket. Just few people appreciate what unheard luxury a clean bed to a war prisoner means. 5 Years of sleeping on a dirty floor in a dark cell. 5 years of hoping, someone will come and save her. 5 years of her life stripped away. 5 years of despair, pain and never-ending sadness. Catherine was never aware where Talon has brought her. After some weeks, they always came with a black hood, putting it over her face and injecting drugs so she couldn't think clearly. And tortured her, tried to break her courage. Breaking her fingers, stripping out the nails. Beating her up. Drowning her. They almost succeded. But she never gave up on the hope, that Lena or Matthew will save her. And it became true after all.
But what happened in her absence shocked her. Overwatch down? Why would anyone do something like that? And worst of all, Matthew seemed to be happy about it. Just if he had played a part in it. And he was not alone. Dr. Ziegler was not really pleased with Winston's and Morrison's plans to revive Overwatch either. She said that a militaristic approach was not the right way. As if Overwatch was holding a brutal military dictatorship. Then her thoughts went into a different direction, the day she was captured.
It was summer in France. The sun was burning on Catherine's skin. Dropships of Overwatch were sent to finally bring the leaders of Talon to justice. Although she just finished the basic training, she was already on a mission. Rumours told that Gabriel Reyes, the head of Blackwatch, himself requested her for this mission. And she was glad she finally got into action. Enough of cleaning dirty boots or barracks. Her best friend, Harris, sat beside her, trying his best to not vomit in his helmet.
„Hey, Harris, why don't you look outside? The land is beautiful!" she said cheerfully.
„I would, if i wouldn't feel so sick." he simply replied and puked a great surge of yellow liquid into his helmet. Catherine laughed.
„There goes your breakfast!"
„Shut it, recruit." Reyes said. The silent black man always had a kind of imtimidating aura surrounding him. Matthew told her she should avoid to anger him at any cost and now that he was standing in front of her, she knew Matthew was right.
„Y—yes, sir." she responded.
„We're almost there. What do you know about Talon?" he asked.
„It's a terrorist organisation, operating worldwide. Killing Omnics and kidnapping persons."
„Exactly. 3 Months ago, one particular kidnapping happened to the wife of the Overwatch Scientist Gérard Lacroix. Talon tried to kill him several times already. After they failed numerous times, they directed their attention towards his wife, Amélie. They kidnapped her. I don't know what they did to her, but it changed her to a great degree."
„What happened to her, Sir?" Catherine asked.
„She cut her husband's throat while he was sleeping. No one saw it coming. After that, she escaped to France. Your brother followed her until they entered the Château Ville. I suspect that some sort of important Talon base must be there. Always remember: If we succeed today, we will deal Talon a decisive blow, perhaps enough to kill it." Reyes explained.
„Yes sir!" Catherine shouted out, loud enough for Harris to wince. She felt a bit sorry for him, he hated flying to a great degree and given the amount of vomit in his helmet, she didn't blame him. She held his hands.
„Come on Harris, we can do this!"
„I never knew how you can be always this optimistic. I mean, we are going to war, Catherine. We could die or get injured!"
Catherine simply smiled. „It's in the family i guees. Altough i'm not nearly as spunky as my sister. She is a bundle of joy, and I admire her for that. If only I could be more like her. She's beautiful, athletic, does look good in yoga pants..." Harris interrupted her.
„You are beautiful too!" he said, blushing in the progress.
„Awww, thank you." She gave him a little kiss on his cheek. „That's why we are best friends, Harris!"
„Yes, friends..." he said resigned.
„We have arrived. Make your weapons ready." Reyes said. „I'm going in forst to clear the position. I'll give you a sign when you should move. Hit the dirt and don't make any sound. And by no sound, I mean be quiet as this stone over there. I will notice, if you're not following this order."
They went out of the Dropship. It took a while until Reyes gave the signal by dropping a red flare from one window of the abandoned castle. „It's time Harris. Move it!" she said quietly. They sprinted towards the castle and stormed inside the dark hall, expecting enemy fire... and no one was there.
„Harris, do you see something?" she asked quietly.
„Nothing."
Catherine activated her voicecom, trying to reach Reyes, but her radio was dead.
„I don't like this, Harris." she said, now afraid.
„Me neither."
„Sir? Captain Reyes? Are you there?"
„I am."
Reyes stood behind them, wearing a long black coat and a mask that resembled the skull of a goat. His guns were pointing at Catherine and Harris. He laughed. The cold sound of his voice made Catherine shudder.
„It is now time to introduce you to my personal friends." he said.
„Traitor!"
Catherine aimed at him and fired a shot right through his head... but nothing happened. For a moment, his head looked like black smoke. The bullet simply passed through, not harming anyting. Reyes laughed again.
„The new world order is about to rise. And i personally think, that three Oxtons are way too many for Overwatch. We are not a family business."
Then a black hood. And a kick. And another one. And another one. And another one...
The enter of Dr. Ziegler interrupted her thoughts. She looked worried.
„Is everything alright, Catherine?"
„Yes, yes. Everything is fine, Dr. Ziegler." she responded. Her eyes were burning. She realized she had cried.
„Why are you crying then?" Dr. Ziegler asked.
„I-i can't tell. Everything and nothing."
„Being in captivity leaves its marks, my dear. Do you want to talk about what happened?"
„No!" she shouted, much angrier than she wanted. Dr. Ziegler didn't seem to look angry.
„It's okay." she said. „You are safe. You can talk whenever you like." With this lords, she left the room and left Catherine alone.
„You shouldn't leave her alone, Matthew." Angela said to the man leaning at the wall. Matthew remained silent and lighted a cigarette, taking a deep puff.
„Smoking is not allowed here and you know it!" Angela said angrily.
„Just let me alone." he said., while stareing at the wall. His look was empty, as if he was observing something miles away. It was the 1000-yard stare, Angela deemed. They stood in the floor some minutes, Angela staring at Matthew, while he said nothing. He broke the silence.
„Did she say anything about what happened to her?"
„No, and I don't think she wants to talk about it right now. She has gone through a lot. That makes it very important that you and Lena talk with her. I can't do anything, i'm not a psychiatrist."
„5 years i believed her dead. 5 long years. I couldn't protect her. It's my fault."
„You don't gain anything by giving yourself the blame." Angela sat down. „You need to let go. Everything what happened, did happen, Matthew. But that is the past."
She gave him a kiss. A long, romantic kiss she didn't have for a very long time. She couldn't tell if Matthew liked the kiss too, but she didn't care. For one second, everything was unimportant, just her and Matthew.
„If the man i used to love is still inside of you, please let him out. I need him. Lena needs him. And Catherine needs him. You don't serve anyone by drowning in self pity."
He looked perplexed. Angela stood up and went to the end of the floor.
„We are waiting for you, Matthew."
And with this words, she left the place.