Well, as the title says, this is a remastered version of Overwatch: A new life. Okay, hopefully for those that read the original version, this is where Felix Codash, who is dead in the world, is being replaced by an unnamed character. Let's see how well this goes.
I don't personally like to go out much due to my… past. Well, in short, I have trust issues. Due to such, I always wear bandages around my arms, neck, and the lower half of my face. One of my only trustworthy friend is Avarius Toxi, a well-known mercenary to massive organizations like Overwatch. Speaking of which, we're in the Overwatch museum. "Hey, I'll be back." She said before I could ask her where. Sighing, I've decided to see what they have about Overwatch.
Hearing someone excited about the genius Gorilla named Winston, I look around to see a young boy with a cast on his left arm and a teenager wearing a blue hoodie. 'Would like to see him one day.' I thought walking past an old picture of the Overwatch crew. Stopping at a picture of a soldier with a young pilot Tracer, my reflection lines up with the soldier.
A flash of a different face pops up, my face before the accident. A sudden jolt flashes through my body as everything darkens, a younger me looking through various photos in a tin box. A blurred room, that's all I could see aside from the clear area of younger me. Blurry outlines of people are walking past me, increasing every moment before I come back to the real world.
The glass case suddenly shattered, a bullet piercing the soldier's face. Turning around, find a battle between the fabled Winston and the speedy Tracer versus the infamous Widowmaker and Reaper. Tracer being who she is zipping around the exhibit giving suppressing fire for a charging Winston. Widowmaker on the other hand is returning fire, giving Reaper time to narrowly dodge the gorilla.
A hail of shotgun causes the behemoth to jump and roll to cover behind a console displaying how the organization came together. The two boys from earlier are hiding behind the same console, the younger of the two excited by the chances. I wasn't close enough to hear what they said, and I doubt that I would care as bullets are flying everywhere. A burst of fire from Tracer catches my hood on fire, forcing me to get my hoodie off. The back of my shirt singed from the fire.
Scanning for cover whilst dodging suppressive fire from the two gun spitters, I ran towards a glass display and took cover from a hail of shotgun fire. Spotting a larger cover beside me and hearing a brief pause of fire, I lunge for it. Finding myself behind a replica of Reinhardt's historical armor, a loud ringing sounds out and the suit of armor collapsing towards me. The thing that tumbles the armor down is Widowmaker, getting up from the heap of metal immediately while I'm flat against the floor while the giant hammer-wielding signature weapon lays in front of me. Looking around, I spot Winston spinning around his cover to attack Reaper while Tracer is firing towards the spider-themed assassin.
Looking back to where I was, the flames on my hoodie dies out. Leaving nothing but scraps of singed fabric, smoke trailing from the remains. Growling, I got up and lifted the heavy hammer, straining myself the slightest but I held it with rage-induced strength. Running towards the assassin who is scoping in on Winston, I twisted my body and with the hammer, I swung it with the might of Odin. The hammer got acquainted with Widowmaker, who in turn also got acquainted with the floor.
The kid in the blue hoodie peeked over the cover, spotting me with the now bent hammer, and was forced back due to stray fire from Reaper. Throwing the efficiently useless hammer to the side, I ran towards the stumbling sniper and dropped kicked her into mannequins of Jack Morrison and Gabrial Reyes. Twisting my body once more to land on the ground to kick off towards the heap of limbs and props, I had to leap and roll out of the way of a hail of bullets coming from the heap. Out came a pissed spider, who proceeds to send a storm at me.
Here comes the Tracer, to rescue a guy who smashed the spider down. "You're awfully brave for doing that, young man," Tracer says, hiding us behind a console displaying the whole team of Overwatch. "For heaven's sake, stay behind cover and let the heroes do the job." She zoomed out of cover and began to shower Widowmaker positions with her pair of submachine-like pistols. The two begin to dance, in the form of combat. A hit to a deflecting arm, Widowmaker tossed Tracer behind her and twisted around in a way only a ballerina could.
Shooting her grappling hook at a ledge, she flew and crossed the edge with grace. Transforming her rifle into a sniper, Widowmaker begins to fire at Tracer, who in turn begins to dodge the bullets coming her way. Being forced to take cover, she hurdled a console and came face to face with the boy in blue. The sniper smiled, reconverting her sniper to its rifle form and jumping down to strut towards a glass display holding a relic. Doomfist's gauntlet.
The gorilla came down with a well-placed shot from Reaper, the phantom gunner menacingly walking closer to the fallen genius. Stopping by a pair of fallen glasses from Winston, he trailed it back to the gorilla. Lifting the tip of his foot, he pivoted and smashed the glasses. Coming back to his senses, Winston's vision came back to see the boot coming down on his glasses. Realizing what happened, he roared and smashed the ground, lifting himself and landing upright.
Roaring once more, the enraged Winston charges Reaper, leaping towards the phantom he came down with fists destroying the ground. Using his special ability, Reaper turned into his spirit form to narrowingly dodge the strike. Unfortunately, he reappeared behind me, slipping his clawed hands around my neck, squeezing firmly while aiming his shotgun at my head. "Don't move." He rasps, stopping Winston in his tracts.
"Question, how do you keep those shotgun pistols steady?" I ask, noticing the design of the said firearm. The reason I ask is to keep him somewhat distracted, once catching Blue slipping the doomfist relic on his arm while Widowmaker was firing at Tracer. "Are they lighter than they look? Or something like that?"
"What?" He asks, initially confused, glancing at his shotgun than at me. "Something like that." He says, keeping his grip firm around my neck. "What's with the bandages?" He asks me, catching my by surprise making me realize I'm not wearing my hoodie. "Accident?" I nod, making him tilt his head in interest. A sudden boom knocks us down, followed by multiple panels of glass breaking.
With instinctual movement and training, I move with haste. Running on all fours isn't easy, but damn does it help when you least expect it. Springing from my arms, I run upright to hurdle behind a console. Peeping over, I see the smoky trails of the now ghostly Reaper with Widowmaker following close behind. Winston chases them, flaring his jetpack to travel farther and to scale the walls. Tracer stays behind to talk to the boy in blue, taking the broken doomfist relic then walking briskly towards me with a frown on her cute face.
"Young man, while what you did is helpful for the time being, it was very dangerous." She tells me, her right foot tapping with quick speed. "Should you do anything like that again, make sure to join a military or local police force. The world could use more heroes." Says the now fleeing Brit, following the trail of destruction left by Winston and the two Talon agents.
I was left alone in this mess, which I took the time to make out the damage of the displays. Only a few rare were untouched, a well-known picture of Overwatch was among them. Where they're all posed for a picture. The nearest undamaged display is one of Jack Morrison when overlooking a training group. The sirens were getting louder, but a lot closer than one would think. I don't mind the police, but it's a hassle to deal with them.
With moderate haste, I escape the building from the backdoor. Like most movies, it came out to an alley. A stray cat hissed and dove under a dumpster. Looks like I have to go to the next city to find a nice place.
This was a blast to the past. It is quite obvious that I have improved since I first started. Hope you like this remastered chapter, and if you like something different than the original, please don't hesitate to leave a review.