A/N: Hello again everyone, I did say quick succession didn't I? I'm working on the first three chapters back to back over here but I'll relax a bit after that... probably. But that's about it onto the story!


Slayers POV:

I had been walking for a few hours now and had become all but a shadow in night. Well that's what I'd liked to say but it turns out a big man in bigger armor isn't as quiet and unnoticeable as I was hoping. Eh, I was never one for stealth anyways.

Thankfully there weren't many people out to see me in the first place. Even those that did didn't make much of a fuss or they quickly got out of my way and as far from me as they could. Which was good, I was in no way a people person. I'ma bunny person.

I keep pulling out my shotgun at the slightest sound, I'm always on edge, unconsciously ready to shoot the first thing I see that is even vaguely demonic. which led me to blowing a hole through a few graffiti covered walls that looked a lil too inhuman for my liking.

From what I can tell I'm pretty sure I'm on Earth though. Im not sure where though, and I haven't been able to read most of the crap I've seen. most of it is in a different language, unfortunately for me I only know english and argenta.

Groaning as I enter another alleyway I stop when something clicks in my head. I still have Vega's personality chip on me, maybe I could plug it into my suit. I take a moment in the alley to dig through one of the pouches on my side and pull out his data chip thing. Vega seemed like a pretty smart bot maybe he could help me find a way back. But then again it was made by the big toaster himself, can I even trust it...

I stand there thinking about it for a minute. His whole purpose of being built was to help the UAC and they want to use Hell energy to "help" humanity. He could still be loyal to Samuel, might not even agree to helping me. Then I remember the last thing he said, something about how he has so many regrets. Maybe he wasn't as big a fan of the UAC as I thought. Fuck it! Time to roll the dice, not like he could stop me anyways.

I took a moment to look around before sighing and taking off my helmet. I hate taking it off in a unsecured location, feels like something's gonna try to take my head off. The pressurized air releases from the opening in my armor as I turn the helmet, unlocking it and lift it up and off my head. I take a long deep breath, taking in the fresh, none-sulfer smelling or filtered air for the first time in so long.

It feels like the first time I had actually breathed in forever, like I had been holding my breath this whole time. It was nice, the first time I felt even a little at ease since I first entered Hell. Can't let myself get used to it, I shake my head a bit beating whatever bliss there was out of my head. I had a Hell to get back to tormenting and a robot that need to get scrapped.

I flip the helmet up so I can see the inside of it and right at the back there a universal slot. that demon sure was a clever one, designed a port that could fit just about any cartage yah could think of. I shove Vega's chip inside it before flipping my helmet back around and sliding it onto my head, locking it back in place.

The filtered, almost stale air fills the suit back up, I already miss the smell of fresh air. I grumble to myself as the UAC logo pops up on my hud before Vega's name quickly replaces it. I feel myself slouch and groan as I see a loading bar pop up and minimize to the top right hand corner of my visor. Though thankful it loads up very quickly, right until it stops at 99% that is. Of course it's gotta stop there.

I give the side of my helmet a hard whack with my armored hand making the bar fill up completely. I can hear Vega's calm slightly robotic voice starts to play through the internal speakers.

"Hello my name is vega. I am the current proc- oh hello Slayer, I see you've inserted my processing chip into your helmet, I was not expecting to be reactivated"

Vega's robotic voice almost sounds surprised to be alive. He was really expecting to die back there I guess. Lucky for him I thought he was kinda neat. I step back out of the alley as vega begins speaking again.

"Might I ask why you've decided to bring me back online Slayer? I am grateful but I would like to know the purpose of my reactivation"

I cleared my throat a bit, it's been a real long time, gotta remember how vocal cords work for a sec aside from being used to scream profanity at demons. "Find out where we are" I say with a ping of pain in my throat.

It goes quiet for a moment and I was worried maybe he was trying some sketchy shit with my suit before Vega speaks back up again. "You are in Dorato, a city in Mexico, two days after the annual celebration of the end of the Omic Crisis"

-_-

Very helpful Vega, very helpful indeed. at least I know I'm on Earth for certain now, but what the fuck is an omic and why was there a crisis?

"It seems that we are not in our world anymore, I have accessed the internet through your suit and found no evidence of the existence of argent enegy nor the UAC. Perhaps the teather malfunctioned, or perhaps Samuel thought it best to send you here instead." Vega pips up again just as I was about to ask for more details. He better not be reading my mind somehow, it'll give him nightmares...if he can get them that is.

My shoulders sag as I groan into my helmet, of course he had to teleport me to a whole new universe, dimension, thing. I step into a sort of town square looking area with a large somewhat futuristic fountain in the middle. I can't help but stare at it for a while. It's a beautiful piece of art I guess but I'm more just amazed that it's actually here, part of me doesn't think any of this is even real. That I'm gonna wake up any minute back in hell where a fountain like this would be made of bodies and the water would be blood. I shake my head a bit refocusing on what I have to do.

looking at the tech I've seen around so far I think this place is a bit less advanced than Mars or my Earth. That's gonna make shit complicated if I have to make my own dimension hopping device from scratch. Plus there ain't no Hell energy here that I can see, thankfully, but that also means I can't get back to Hell any easy way without risking them invading this world.

I can feel my frustration starting to boil into rage as I stomp through this courtyard area. I have to get back, I have to put some damn buckshot in that bot's head and I ha-

BANG

My thoughts are interrupted and the combat shotgun materializes in my hands in an instant as I hear a loud bang come from the opposite side of the courtyard. I have the grenade launcher attachment snapped onto the end though I dont have much more of that experimental ammo left over.

CRASH

I start to move in on the sound my blood pumping faster and faster and its almost like I'm back in Hell again. The ground under my boots turns to red rock the, fountain turns to one of blood and gore as I move past it. I can see them, three imps tearing apart the corpse of some creature so mutilated I can't even tell what it is anymore. Raising the barrel of the shotgun as I switch over to the grenade launcher mod and chuckle to myself. I can get them all with one shot, make a firework of blood out of them. A grin starts to spread across my face as I imagine the blood, the racking of a shell, the explosion.

But just before I can pull the trigger Vega pokes in through the speakers again. "Are you planning to kill the three over there?" and with that I breath again and shake my head a bit. The ground turns back to patterned stone, the statue of gore back to a water fountain, and the imps to three dudes with glowing skeleton art beating the shit out of some machine.

"I cannot see any reason for you to harm those three, it would not help our situation" Vega starts to explain, like I don't know that.

What the fuck was that, I need to calm down. I'm not in Hell anymore, these are just humans, ones with some weird ass tattoos but still just people. I almost killed the lot of them for no reason, can't let that happen again. I sigh and shake my head in response to Vega. "Don't worry about it bud."

I dont have some mental shit do I? Nah, impossible, I'm the one who GIVES the PTSD, to demons that is. I can't fuckin have it. I grunt to myself in reassurance as I look over at the three men.

They have pipes and bats wrapped in metal beating down on some humanoid robot. The bot is curled up in on itself trying to protect its head, I can hear the three laughing and talking to each other. I almost feel bad for the thing before shaking my head as I think back to when I punched those delivery drones back on mars. Just robots, doesn't matter, don't got any feelings anyways.

I turn my back to them and start walking away before I hear it. "h-help me..." a flickering, pained, robotic voice. I turn my head back towards the group and I see the bot with it's hand out towards me. My head tilts to the side as I blink a few times and stare at, it didn't say that, did it?

"H-Help me, please"

I stare down at the robot for a few seconds, staring into the three blue glowing dots on the front of its head. It would form a diamond if the left one wasn't cracked and busted. It was begging for my help. Not asking like some souless robot, not demanding, begging. My rage skyrocketes again for the second time tonight, though not nearly as much as finding out someone fucked with my guns. I really hate bullies, and I don't know why but I feel like that bot shouldn't be getting treated like that. I dont like it.

Third Person

The two goons in their glowing neon tattoos laugh to each other as one puts a dent in the omnics head. "you buckets should know better, you aren't welcome around these parts. This is OUR turf." The man says in spanish, kneeling down in front of the omnic. Tapping its chest with the lead pipe he just dented it's head with. He sees the poor bot reaching out for something and with a quiet, pleading, robotic voice "H-Help me please" it says, begging.

The groon, with a white demonic skull tattooed on his face tilts his head to the side. He gets up and turns around coming face to chest with a big 6'8 man clad in dark green armor. The Doom Slayer stands before him, glaring down at the man through his visor.

The man stumbles back in surprise tripping and falling over the omnics body. The other two gangsters turn around to see the huge figure of the Doom Slayer looking down at them and they can almost feel the anger seeping off his armor. The one with a bright green cybernetic skeleton tattooed over his body is the first to step up, he's also the biggest, almost reaching up to the Slayer's visor.

"Hey! y-you shouldn't be here so just turn around and we'll forget we ever s-"

CRACK

The man can't even finish his sentence the Slayer forcefully plants his fist into the man's face, caving in his nose and even sending him off his feet and past his friends. The second goon, the one still standing. He has an all purple human skull painted over his face and shoulders. He's looking back at his friends both on the floor, one with a seriously messed up nose. He turns back to the Slayer and swings his metal wrapped bat right for the Slayer's head. It hits him right in the side of his helmet but much to the goon's surprise and all consuming fear the Slayer didn't even move a centimeter. He looks down at his bat, now snapped and splintered only being held together by the bent metal riveted to the wood.

He would've turned to run but he wasn't given the chance as the Slayer slams his fist into the purple man's chest, right in his solar plexus forcing the air out of his lungs and stopping him from breathing. The grunt almost falls to the ground before he's caught by his head, the slayer holding it now with both hands as he slams his knee into the mans head. The impact so violent the man is sure his eyeball just popped in his skull which is probably fractured too.

The man is hit with such force it sends him up into the air and back down onto his back. Landing hard on the stone paved ground knocking what little wind out of him he had left. The only one left is the one who saw the slayer first, the one with a white skull tattoo. Now on the ground pushing himself away with his hands. Having watched his two friends get beaten so quickly, so violently, it filled him with fear. He tells himself "fuck this" as he backs away further before getting up and taking off in a mad, desperate dash to get away from this monster of a man.

The slayer grumbles to himself as he watches the back of the man disappear behind a corner of an exit to the courtyard. Looking down at the two men writhing in pain on the ground he nods to himself happy with his work. The one with purple tattoos holding his bleeding eye struggling to suck in air. While the other one, the big one with the green tattoos and a concave nose tries to get back up.

Hes punished for this quickly as he feels his knee get inverted as the slayer slams his boot into the mans leg, the man falling to the ground with a scream of pain. The Slayer, now truly satisfied with his work and sure neither of them will be getting back up anytime soon walks back to the omnic still curled up on the floor, now in fear of the Slayer and how brutally he had delt with the two thugs. The frightened robot flinches as he feels himself getting lifted up but to it's surprise no harm comes to him. Getting set up on his own two legs.

One of his legs however is bent badly, most likely done by the three thugs making him stands a bit awkwardly and lopsided but still able to stand nonetheless. As the omnic looks up at the Slayer the feeling of fear disapears little by little as he see the man has no intention of harming him. He had gotten most of the blood off his armor a while ago but dried bits of blood still adorn his dark green suit.

Slayers POV

"T-Thank you, for helping m-me." The bot says to me with a kind of bow, his voice glitching slightly as he looks back up at me. His head has a chrome oval shape with a bit of a dent to the side. A black metal jaw piece connects his head to the rest of his body giving him an almost human looking head. What I thought where his eyes are actually just four dots on his forehead, there are two thick slits where you'd imagine human eyes might be. Like a mask. He's wearing some now torn up clothes with short sleeve letting see his chrome colored mechanical arms and hands. His pants are also torn up especially the part around the bent and sparking leg.

I can't tell from his face...its face? I dont know it looks like a guy, so I'm going to say its a guy. I cant tell from his fsce but I can see from his body language that he's more than a bit scared of me. Which to be fair I did just invert a guys kneecap so kinda understandable.

I just grunt in response and nod, my own universal language if you will. He can walk it seems, so he should be fine for now. I turn without another word and start walking in the same direction the last guy went. I have to make sure he ain't just waiting for me to go away so he can beat the bot again.

"Wait! Are you...Are you part of overwatch?" The bot calls out from behind me.

"..."

The fuck is overwatch? All i give is a shrug as I continue walking, taking the same corner as the coward went. Should've taken his beating like a man. Its what you get for that kinda shit.

"Overwatch was an international group of unique individuals who helped fight against the omnic crisis and were seen as heros, they have since disbanded under the claim of corruption and dirty dealings." Vega starts to explain these Overwatch guys. Seriously it's like he's reading my mind.

"What are omnics" I ask, its the second time he mentioned an Omnic Crisis, are they connected to hell, sounds like they were a really big problem a bit while back.

"Omnics are sentient robots of sorts, similar to me but less advanced processing capabilities however more developed in personality and individuality along with emotion processing. The robot you saved in the courtyard is an omnic, They waged war with humanity decades ago but have since brokered peace with them and live in harmony."

Yeah, that sure looked like harmony to me. Maybe those guys were giving the bot what he deserved...Actually I dont really care, I didn't like what I saw and so I stopped it. The bot seemed friendly enough anyways. He didn't deserve ehat they were doing to him. "Vega tell me more about this Ov-"

Flames spill cover my visor suddenly as something smashes into my helmet messing up my vision. I hear some yelling in spanish but unfortunately I don't speak a lick of it. Suddenly the voices start to play again through the speakers in my helmet. "Translating language. Translation complete" Vega blurts out quickly.

"Thats the damn metal head that beat up the boys!" One of them yells out. I spin around to the source of the voices and see some fuckin floating truck full of guys, one of them is lighting a molotove and getting ready to throw it at me.

"You should've minded your own business freak!" Another one of them yells out at me. I can see that it's the one who ran off, he's behind the one with the molotov lighting up his own. As the guy throws the molotov at me I lift up my shotgun with lightning reflexes and blast it right out of the air, flaming alcohol splattering all over the ground. Should've just ran, should've just came back for your friends later. now I'm real angry.

Unknown POV:

I had been tracking these lowlifes down for months now. the King Killers they call themselves, scum, scum playing gangster and weapons dealer. They have this whole area living in fear of them. My source says they've been recently dealing to Talon as well as whoever else has the money.

I turn back around to my source and grab him by his collar. "You swear your boss will be here tonight?" I demanded an answer from the tied up gangster with a snarl. The kid's scared shitless, he can't be over 25, shouldn't be part kf this gang. He's tied up to the leg of a water tower and nods quickly before stammering out "T-They said they'd be here amigo, he wants to meet this talon guy in person, make a deal yeah? I'm just telling you what I heard te lo juro!"

I grunt as I turn back to the edge of the tall building I've set up as my look out point. Tapping the side of my visor and making it zoom in on the spot I've been watching for three days now. An abandoned powerplant long destroyed in the Omnic Crisis now home to these wannabe gangsters. It's riddled with guards, nothing I can't handle if I do this right though.

Cops are too scared to go near the place, they don't got the firepower to deal with these guys and they know it. It's why I need to deal with them myself. Before they do any real damage. I'll do that by first taking out their leader. But as of right now there's no sign of the top dog just yet.

He calls himself Renegade, a man firmly against omnic and human cooperation. Willing to put a bullet in anyone that thinks they can coexist. In exchange for supplying Talon with whatever weapons they ask for they've promised to help them deal with their little omnic problem. But I'm gonna stop them before they get started.

I sigh and put my foot on the edge of the rooftop. Doing this kind of thing reminds me of the old days...I take out my overwatch badge, running my thumb over it. Two weeks, thats how long it's been since Winston sent out the recall. He wants to go play hero again, but the world doesn't need heros anymore, not like before. It needs people willing to do what's needed to be done, and that's not always pretty, and sometimes you're hated for that. That's what I tell myself every time I find myself looking at this damn thing.

I look up quickly as my visor highlights two hover cars moving in on the abandoned power plant. "got you now" I turn back to the kid before picking up my gun and slamming the butt of it into his jaw putting him out cold. "Cops will be here in a few hours to pick you up" I tell the unconscious kid. Hopefully he'll think twice before hanging around this kind of crowd now. I try not to kill when I can especially when they're young and misguided like this one.

I turn back to the scene and watch carefully as the two hover cars pull in through makeshift gates. they both meet in the middle of the outdoor area. I sling my pulse rifle over my back and start jumping from rooftop to rooftop getting closer to the plant as I go while keeping an eye on the two cars.

I skid to a stop and set up behind a door way as I see the door of one of the cars open through my zoomed in visor. There he is, a huge guy, 7 foot something, cybernetic jaw. A solid red mohawk looking more like a fin than hair which matches the neon red skull tattooed to his face. He has on a thick leather with sharp metal studs running along his shoulders. Its unzipped with nothing under it except the glowing red cyber ribcage tattooed onto his chest.

He's wearing some ripped up pants, heavy military boots and gloves with bladed knuckles stitched into them. definitely matches the description, thats Renegade.

Hes followed by a group of thugs all geared up with cybernetics and some pretty heavy weapons. some with the same kind of skeletal tattoos all over their body but none in red, guess its a sort of staple for Renegade. Nobody gets out of the second car though. Renegade starts walking over to it as the window of the second car rolls down, they're talking about something but i dont know what. I need to get closer.

I start hauling ass to the plant, climbing and jumping from rooftop to rooftop making sure to stay out of sight, that is until I hear a loud deafening crash from below. I look down and I see a growing red and yellow glow coming from around the corner of a street. Before a flaming hover truck slams into the side of a house and starts barreling and swerving its way towards the power plant.

"What the fuck!?" Is all I can say as the truck slams into the brick boarder wall of the plant going right through it and coming to a stop a few yards from where the meeting was. Damnit, that roach is gonna try to scurry back into the dark after this, I have to take him down NOW. I start full sprinting towards the plant getting a bit more reckless with my jumps, these old bones gonna have to hold out a bit longer.

A gangster busts out of the driver side yelling and screaming, covered in fire. He falls down on the ground rolling around trying to put himself out. "Help me!! Help me boss!! He's a monster!" He pleads with everyone who can hear as a big armored man jumps off the bed of the burning truck. Him too engulfed in fire but walking as if nothing's wrong.

The armored figure steps over the burning man and towards the rest of the gangsters holding only a shotgun. He racks a shell out of it and though he says nothing the way he careies himself, the way he's staring right at all of them tells me he wants a fight. This is gonna get really messy.


A/N: Ok! 2nd chapter done! This one a bit longer but it felt right. Still trying to figure out the right length but this feels better. Expect the next chapter real soon and for it to be action packed! Till then stay mad everyone!