The Darkest Knight
Part I: The reforming of Overwatch
Chapter 6: Cheerleader and Terminator? Damn.
"Shit." I groaned as Hana helped me to the shower.
The warmth of my own blood draining out of me and down my side was obvious but I ignored it and focused on the shower.
"We need to take you to a hospital." Hana growled as I stumbled once and she was forced to hold me up.
Shit. My legs were going numb. Too much blood loss.
"I'm fine." I retorted, struggling to take even a few more steps as we passed the TV in my room and headed right for the open restroom. Dig floated by us, scanning me over and over.
I grunted as she pushed me in, being forced to hold me up from behind since the doorway was too small for us to both fit through at once. I grabbed ahold of the vanity, which was just a hunk of grayish metal that stood off the floor, and forced myself
/to stand straight.
D'Va released me and moved to the shower, turning it on even as I felt her confused yet concerned gaze on my back.
"Trust me," I grunted. "I need to clean it, and the water will help the sealing gel work faster. Besides, I doubt you'll want to be around to see me stitch myself back together."
She frowned and moved over to me as my armor vanished in a flash of light and only the black skin suit I wore underneath was left to cover me. She moved to my side and inspected it before going behind me.
Somehow she found the zipper and started pulling it down.
With aches my body rejected the soft treatment, but through sheer force of will I managed to stay still as Hana started too- my eyes went wide as I felt her hesitate at the lower half of my back.
I coughed. "I can get it from here."
I wasn't uncomfortable with her doing it don't get me wrong, I'd seen my fair share of naked Guardians, Awoken and human, whenever I helped out in the med-bay back at the tower, but I could tell she was uncomfortable with the idea. Hell, she may not have
/had sex yet, let alone helped stitch together a comrade in arms! Of course she'd be uncomfortable undressing someone!
Also considering the fact I was walking around and making myself seem ok was probably putting her off since she probably thought was I ok enough to undress myself.
"Um… okay. Sorry." She shot up to her feet and turned away from me and retreated back to the room. "If you need anything…"
"I'll let you know." I finished for her with a pained smile.
With that the door slid shut and Dig floated higher to face me.
"What?" I growled, frowning as I leaned against the glass shower walls, using one hand to hold my wounds and the other to open the door to the shower.
"You should tell her the truth, I don't want to have to keep lying to her." Dig replied, for a rare moment not being a jerk.
"What're you talking about?" I huffed, pushing myself inside the shower as my suit dragged behind me. I didn't need to take it off. "I wouldn't make you lie to her."
"Yes you would."
I shrugged. "Well, maybe." I steadied myself against the wall right under the shower head. "Probably."
With a grunt my hand hit the metal button on the wall for warm water. There was a slight rumble and with a hiss, streams of water raced out from the shower head and hit my body head on. The water felt nice and its warmth consumed me for a moment, until
/my body shivered and a lance of pain shot through my right side.
An inhumane growl left my throat and I opened my palm, letting Dig hear my thoughts.
Instantly Last Word appeared in my hand.
"She's gonna hear the shot." Dig sighed.
I shrugged. "Oh I'll just tell her I dropped something."
"She's not that stupid."
"Well, she won't be able to question how I'm alive." I replied.
"Unless you tell her the truth. Kathy would've voted for the truth." Dig floated up to my side, his light scanning me once more. "Plus you're bodies gonna go into shock or cardiac arrest within the next fifteen minutes."
"Kathy's not here." I scowled at him and raised my hand canon. "And there are no guardians here. How the hell would I explain being able to literally rise from the dead to her? How does me saying I'm from a different universe play out when I tell her?"
I opened my mouth and placed the hand canon under the top palette of my mouth, aimed right up for my brain.
"She'll probably think you're crazy." My ghost admitted.
"And she already hates me as is. Last thing I need is for her to think I'm crazy. Otherwise she's gonna go off on her own and get herself killed." I thought back since my mouth was kind of occupied.
"Well see you in a few." Dig said floating away.
I sighed.
My hand tightened on the gun.
Bang!
Several moments earlier…
Hana stared at her hands, blood starting to stain them as it dried. It wasn't even her blood. It was Nate's, this random guy who twice now had saved her life.
She hated that. He saved her and now she felt like she owed him. He may not have said anything, but she knew she owed him. She wouldn't let someone save her and not thank them for it.
But just cause she thanked them didn't mean she had to like it.
She hated being helpless.
And twice this man had proven she had been helpless without him.
Twice.
She clenched her fists and grit her teeth. She hated this so much. But even if she hated her situation, she had to admit she needed him. If anything to at least help her find Claire's true killer. His drone, Dig, was advanced and was an invaluable ally
/to have in searching of her would be assassin's employer. To be honest Dig seemed more like an AI, similar to the omnics, but smarter.
Why hadn't Nate just told her? She looked to the closed door of the restroom.
Probably because he didn't trust her, which made sense since she attacked him, but he did try to kill her.
She shook her head.
They were barely allies. Of course he wouldn't trust her with his secrets, especially if he designed Dig to be the worlds smartest AI.
She still had his blood on her hands.
With a frown she stood up. She wanted to wash her hands but she didn't want to walk in on
Nate. As it is she had already almost helped him undress, and his toned back-
Bang!
She flinched, her eyes going wide and a gasp escaping her as she spun towards the restroom. That was definitely a gun shot, and it came from the restroom!
"Nate!" She yelled, instantly moving to the restroom and knocking hard despite the way her sore body protested.
There was a thump, and she stepped back.
Her mind raced. She could try and kick down the door, but it was metal and with how weak she was she had more of a chance of hurting herself than actually getting in. She-
Ah! She didn't care! That was a gun shot! She had to get in there!
The idiot probably hurt himself even more! That was the last thing either of them needed!
She dashed over and grabbed the lamp from the night stand next to the bed, returned to the door, and raised her new weapon in preparation for breaking the door open.
Suddenly the door slide open and she saw Nate, facing what she knew was the sink and mirror, a towel draped over his shoulder, and… and nothing around his lower waist! She yelped and dropped the lamp. "Sorry!"
"Gah! Whats with the lamp!" He yelled, instantly covering his manhood.
Heat rushed to her cheeks and she spun away, shielding her eyes. "I… I heard a gun shot!"
"I just dropped something!" He shouted back and she heard the door slide close with a hiss.
She glanced back and was relieved to see the door was indeed closed. She sighed and shook her head, unable to rid herself of the blush on her face.
"Dig, I thought I told you to lock the door!" Nate's voiced roared from inside the restroom.
Instinctively she flinched at his words, fearing for whatever repercussion Dig would be facing.
"Heh. Worth it."
There was clang and Dig cursed, though she couldn't make out what he specifically said. A bright light appeared next to her and a moment later Dig appeared.
The little machine didn't meet her gaze and instead twirled once. He snickered. "Sorry…"
She huffed and crossed her arms. Something told her his apology wasn't entirely sincere.
The sound of water cut off from the shower and a moment later the door reopened. Nate walked out, his hair still wet, but he was at least fully clothed.
"Sorry about this asshole." He said and she watched as he tried to back hand Dig, only for the little Ghost to zip upward and away from the strike. "He know's literally nothing about decency."
Hana shrugged, but kept her eyes low to the floor. She really didn't want to look at Nate right now. She felt… invasive…
There was a sigh and she saw Nate's feet walk past her.
"Relax, Hana. It's not a big deal."
"Heh." Dig chuckled. "Yeah Hana, no big deal at all."
There was commotion, and she glanced up to see Dig go flying across the room and into the wall, bouncing off once before being able to regain his balance. The little machine laughed. "I will say it once again. Worth it."
The girl shook her head and looked up just enough to make her way to the couch where she sat down and returned to keeping her gaze low.
She started to wonder what she could say to kill the awkward atmosphere. She could bring up the investigation! Or maybe ask him where he was from? Ah! She grit her teeth. She hated awkward situations. How could it not be awkward! She just saw his… his
/manhood!
"So I know this is probably a shit time to bring it up, but our target made it back to his hotel." Dig's voice interrupted her thoughts and she looked up at him, completely forgetting her feelings of awkwardness.
"What?" She asked, her voice dropping in defeat.
"I set up a program in the hotel's system that would alert me if he checked out. He just checked out, and the police are also on scene."
"Probably investigating the destroyed suite." Nate replied from somewhere behind her. She didn't turn to look at him.
"So where's our next lead?" She heard Nate ask and glanced up at Dig.
The Ghost spun around. "Not far, about three blocks from where we were originally, but I doubt going there tonight is a good idea, even if we transmat in."
Hana blinked once in confusion. "Transmat?"
She had a feeling if Dig could go pale, he would've. "Uh… transmitting is… well it's kind of like…"
"It's teleporting." Nate replied and there was a soft thump as he popped onto the couch next to her.
He was surprisingly agile for have just had his side carved apart by shotguns.
Letting her curiosity win out, she decided to look over at Nate and was prepared to ask him to elaborate about this teleportation, until she saw that he was still shirtless. But that's not what got her. What surprised her was that his wounds were complexity
/gone! Not even a scar remained!
"What happened!" She gasped, shooting up from the couch with wide eyes. "Your wounds!"
"Oh this?" Nate said looking down at himself, a shirt wrapped around his hands as if he was about to put one on till she interrupted him. "It's nothing. I have healing abilities. A shower helps."
She blinked. Healing abilities? Teleportation? What the hell?
"What! You're saying you can heal like… like it's some sort of super power and that you," she threw a finger at Dig, and ignored how her side ached, "can teleport us places? Like how you teleported us out of that dumpster and back here?!"
"Uh well yeah." Nate shrugged, finally slipping on his shirt. "It's not a big deal."
"It looked like a big deal when you were bleeding out!" She exclaimed. "Nate, that looked really bad! And if he can teleport, then why didn't he just teleport us out of there before you got sliced up!"
"I'm fine ok? And yes Dig can teleport us places. It's not instant though, since were biological he needs time to teleport us to and fro, hence why he has to have a few seconds to lock unto us and we have to be relatively still. Being in a fight tends
/to get rid of the chance at being still."
She shook her head and backed up. "What else aren't you telling me?"
His eyes narrowed at her. "What do you mean?"
"You could've told me you could teleport us or that you could heal! I mean, that could'e been useful!" She replied, throwing her hands up in the air.
Nate crossed his arms. "So what're you're saying is that after we both tried to kill each other and your general sense of dislike towards me, you expect me to tell you something secret like that?"
"A secret that would've been beyond useful to know!" She shot back. Sure she he may have had a point in the fact she disliked him, but she didn't want him dead and she was worrying for no reason it seemed! She hated not being told important details like
/this!
"Oh right, so please explain to me how that conversation would've gone? Oh hey, I know you kind of hate me, but we can teleport and I have super powers! Wanna go hunt some bad guys?" He retorted, before shaking his head.
She glowered at him, her eyes turing to dangerous slits. "Well, no… but…" She turned away.
Damn him for being right.
There was a sigh and she saw Nate run a hand through his hair. "Look, we don't know anything about each other, other than you're famous and I have training and a power. We can't work together well if we don't trust each other."
"You don't trust me?" Hana asked.
"Not really, and I know you don't trust me either. We tried to kill each other for goodness sake." Nate laughed, though his tone held no amusement at the idea.
She pursed her lips and didn't respond. What could she say to that? He was right.
But he saved her in the end. Twice to be precise.
She owed him something.
"Well, how about we try getting to know each other." She barely managed, her teeth sinking into her cheek after she spoke. She wasn't good at this whole apologizing thing. Or trying to apologize. Or whatever this was.
The man before her raised an eyebrow but didn't reply, leaving the floor wide open for her.
Hana sighed and slowly sat back down on the couch, bringing her knees up against her as she stared at the floor. "What's your favorite color?"
There was no immediate reply and she spared a quick glance at Nate, to see a small smile on his lips before he finally responded. "Blue. Or black. Depends on my mood."
She nodded and silence took over the room.
Neither of them moved and Dig just disappeared in a flash of light. Most likely because of the now tense atmosphere. Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea… She should've just kept her mouth shut and dealt with him long enough to find the killer's boss
/then split whenever she got the chance. She should've-
"What about you?"
She glanced at him, scrunching her eyebrows. "Blue and pink."
He nodded and puffed his cheeks before blowing out a bout of air. "Uh. Whats your favorite movie? You obviously don't care for Marvel." He smiled, though it seemed awkward.
She sighed to herself and let a small smile play out on her face.
"I'm more of a DC fan."
"This is literally more tense then the first time you and Kathy had sex."
"Dude what the fuck?"
"It is! Like you and Kathy were awkward as shit about it for like days! And you could cut that awkward with a damn butter knife, but shit Hana really doesn't like you. I mean she barely told you her favorite color. And who even talks about their favorite color with a complete stranger?"
"You know you can be a real shit head." I thought as I opened my mouth to respond to D'Va's last answer. "Well, to be honest I've never liked DC."
She gasped. "What why not!"
"Their heroes are to unbelievable, minus Batman. They're too perfect." I shrugged.
"Oh and Captain America's not?" She shot back. "Mr. Perfect who's always righteous and the moral compass of the Avengers?"
"Hey, he has his issues! I even agreed with you after we watched Civil War!" I retorted.
"Uh huh." She scowled, though this time it lacked any actual anger behind it… which was odd. At least odd for me in the fact I hadn't experienced much else from her other than anger.
"Ok, ok." I raised my hands in defeat, a good natured laugh leaving my throat.
She smiled again.
Sweet, she actually smiled! And twice too! Damn I'm on a role.
"Ok so…" I droned on for a few moments before thinking of something else to say. "Where're you from?"
She looked at the ceiling in thought. "From a small village to the south of Seoul. My families been there for… centuries. It's old, but nice. You?"
"You wouldn't know it, but it's in Russia." I nodded.
"You're Russian?"
I laughed. "No I'm not, at least not really. It's a long, complicated story for another time."
"Hmph." She narrowed her gaze, obviously sensing that I wasn't telling her everything but she let it slide. "So, how old are you?"
I chuckled. "Twenty three. Not that old actually."
Her eyes went wide. "I thought you were at least twenty five."
"Nah. What about you?"
"Nineteen." She shrugged as she pulled her knees against her chest, resting her head on them as she looked at me.
"Fun age." I replied.
"I guess."
I nodded and pursed my lips. Well now what.
"Why don't you ask her how she became a gaming legend?" Dig voiced in my head.
Finally he says something useful.
I smiled. "So, how'd Hana Song from an ancient village end up being a gaming legend?"
She raised an eyebrow at me though it was out of amusement if her smirk was anything to go by. "Because I'm the best."
"Haha!" I laughed. Her pride was truly something else. "You know what I mean."
She giggled and sighed before stating, "well, I always loved Star Craft. It's just… so cool! And my friend Ichi asked me to go with him to a tournament. It was only a regional one so it wasn't a real big deal, but it was so fun!"
Her eyes almost glazed over as she looked at her feet, a massive grin plastered on her face. "I got owned the first time I played. Like, dead last. But, it was so much fun, I had to do it again. So I got better and two years later I made it to the Internationalcompetition."
"Nice." I commented, leaning back against the couch as she continued.
"I won every game I played for the next three years. Not one loss, and I became the champ! What can I say? I play to win." She shrugged. "But then the Omnic started to attack, so they drafted me and a lot of other top players from around the world. They
/kept it secret mostly, the other governments wanted to see what would happen. Claire was from England, top champion in the Diablo series."
I realized she was going past her becoming a gaming wonder, but I let her continue. She would stop herself if she wanted too.
"So we got together, us and everyone else. And we owned the Omnic over and over! It didn't stand a chance. I even started broadcasting my missions to my fans from Star Craft. Hehe." She grinned. "Some of them even tried to get me to sell merchandise from
/the battles, like they wanted me to take pieces of machines I beat and sell them to them with my autograph."
"Really?" I chuckled.
"Yup." She shook her head. "I tried once, but the general said I couldn't do that and had me grounded for the next three missions."
"Sounds like you've had fun doing this."
"Yeah I did! Never lost anyone, out of thirty five missions! Not one loss." Her smiled faded. "Then the parade happened." She looked at the ground and I saw her hands grip her legs tighter. "Never…"
"What was the parade for?" I asked, my voice growing soft as to not provoke the short tempered girl before me.
She shook her head. "It was stupid. I thought we needed to celebrate our past victories…" She sighed. "I don't know. I thought it was a good idea."
"It's not your fault."
"Yes it is." Her voice…. The way she said it, the guilt, the pain… It sucked the life right out of my retort. I knew the voice. I'd felt it for almost a year now.
I turned my gaze away.
What could I say?
"It gets easier…"
She didn't say anything, but the silence I took as my que to leave.
Without sound I got off the couch and made my way to the door. For a moment, I hesitated from leaving. But the moment was instantly gone, and I walked out.
The doors slid shut behind me.
The next day passed without much happening. I stayed in the ship, doing research on Vape God and terminator but came up with nothing other than the fact terminator was apart of the Overwatch group at one point in time.
Too bad they were disbanded! I could've gone to them and asked what the hell was terminator's problem with me!
Either way, here I was a day later, crouched down on a roof, sniper at the ready and-
"So what do you think of Hana?" Dig asked, for like the fifth freaking time.
"Like I said before," I hissed, my eye glued to the scope of my sniper. "she's not a bad person when she's not trying to kill me or shot me enough glares to incinerate my soul."
"Liar."
I ignored his jab and listened to the thumping rain outside my helmet. It was peaceful, tranquil almost, and sure as hell gave me a lot more cover to travel at night.
My eye caught movement and my heart dropped. I watched as the hotel room across the street was filled with a man who fit our search parameters, and several…
"Are those prostitutes?" Dig chuckled.
"I guess so." I frowned as the three women instantly gained up on the man and… well you know what started to happen. Hell I know what started to happen which is why I pulled away from my sniper and slung it on my back.
I stood up and turned away from the hotel, looking over the lights that shone brightly in the night, muddled by the monstrous downpour from the sky. "Thats the fifth one today, and still nothing to show for it."
Dig didn't reply.
I dashed to the end of the building and leapt off, blinking over to the next building where I barrel rolled to my feet and sprinted forward once more.
"Where's the next target?"
"Not far. Three blocks down."
I nodded.
Part of me wishes Hana was here. Shes a better conversation than Dig most of the time. And that's saying something.
But she didn't want to come this time… I had let her think things out for the night we talked, then the next day when I was researching. When today came around I asked if she wanted to go with me to find our target. She said no, and her voice brokered
/no argument, so I went alone. Alas, here I was, having spent all day searching and now it was late, and raining, and I was getting annoyed.
Whatever. I still had four more targets to go, so here's to a long night!
It took me about ten minutes, but after traversing the dozens of roof tops, after blinking and rolling and leaping, I made it to the roof of the next hotel on our target. This one was a much cheaper establishment, it walls were old and gray, it neon signs
/flickered and the smell of trash filled the air around it.
"What floor?" I asked, jogging over to the door that led inside.
"One sec… Ok two floors down, room three nineteen, also they don't have an alarm. Just security cameras."
With a grunt I kicked the metal door open, and started my way down the stairs. I arrived at the seventh floor and slid inside. My footsteps were quiet and my weapon was aimed down the hall, ready for anything.
Terminator had found us quickly last time, as had fucking Vape God, so this time I was extra twitchy. Being twitchy had saved my life before, and after offing myself because of my last injuries, I didn't really feel like dying again.
"You know whenever you bring me back everything always tastes weird." I stated.
"Really? You've ever told me the before."
"Well cause most of the time its in the middle of a firefight when you revive me so I forget to tell you." I stopped at room 319, which fortunately Dig translated for me on my visor.
"Care to give an example?" My Ghost asked.
I pondered for a brief moment then shrugged and kicked the door open. Screw stealth at this point. I was getting tired of following random dudes around.
"Well," I started as I stepped inside, staying low and sweeping the room with my rifle, "like if I eat a burger, it tastes like irony, and really bland, like there's no salt on it."
No one was inside, and everything was still.
I lowered my weapon but kept an eye on my motion tracker. "You get me?"
"Considering I don't eat, no. But must suck one way or the other."
"You're telling me." I walked around, scanning every object I could for signs of anything out of place.
Once done investigating, which wasn't much considering this room was filled with exactly one suitcase, one bed, one night stand, a TV and a small fridge, I just kind of stood there looking around. Literally this was the most bland hotel I'd ever seen.
/No wonder why this building looked like hell. They probably couldn't get any customers!
"Think this is our guy?" I asked, sitting on the bed and glancing around, mostly disappointed with our lack of success.
"Not sure. His name is Edward Gallahan. Small time teacher from the United States, but I have no idea why he's here."
"Hmm." I mumbled. I looked at the TV. Hell, it looked ancient even for this era. Large and bulky, with no actual…. The back.
I looked closer and leaned forward.
It wasn't symmetrical. Like, the left side was… caved in? Or carved out… But barely so. The way this place was, anyone could've ignored it. But… it was just so wrong. So out of place. TV's were symmetrical. Even in my time.
My eyes narrowed and I stood up. "Kind of out of place isn't?"
I walked to the TV, and ran my hand over its back side.
Crack.
I blinked and felt the the crack and indent deepen. I looked closer and saw how the piece of plastic had been cut and replaced. My rifle disappeared and I quickly used both hands to pull the chunk of plastic out.
"Dig, light."
The light on my visor activated and inside, under the wiring and nonsense that made up this piece of junk, was a black box. It was definitely out of place. There was no dust on it, and its sleek, black texture and beeping blue light hinted at it being
/something far more advanced.
I reached in and grabbed it, partially afraid it was a bomb, but was rewarded when it didn't blow up. I pulled it out and Dig appeared, scanning it right after he did.
"Whoa. Nate, this is advanced. Like, decades ahead of anything I've seen in this world so far. Its biometric technology, with encrypted files contained within. The locks hard enough that, well shit I can't break in without more time. And I mean a few
/days, maybe even a week."
My eyes went wide.
Days?
I moved the thing around in my hand, inspecting it.
What was this thing?
Thunk.
"Window." Dig voiced then disappeared along with the black box.
I crouched and my rifle appeared on my back, which is where I drew it from. I took aim and looked at the window.
Something metal was against it.
Something like a claw…
A grappling hook!
Two boots slammed against the glass and the window shattered. Someone landed, a weapon in their hands and they turned-
"Aw shit." I cursed before firing.
Smurfette, aka the blue assassin from Rio with revealing attire, opened fire on me, her assault rifle forcing me to roll to the side and blink out of the door and into the hall.
"Dig, get the sparrow ready!" I roared as I sprinted down the hall back towards the stairs.
No fire chased me down the hall, but as I slipped around the corner and started up the stairs a sniper shot clipped the bottom of the stairs, right under my heel. I looked over my shoulder as I blinked up to the next level and low behold, she was sprinting
/up the steps, not missing a beat as she opened fire on my position.
I returned three shot's, forcing her to duck down before I finished my way up and out of the building.
With two steps I kicked off into a full sprint, headed for the ledge-
Bang!
"Fuck!" I roared as the sniper shot threw me forward and caused me to fall face flat. I used the momentum and rolled up to my feet, firing up at the Assassin as I went.
Considering the fact that Vape God attacked me and D'Va only days after a failed attempt to kill her, and now at one of our targets hotels where we found some super advanced tech, Smurfette here shows up and I know she's working with Vape God thanks to
/our little sha-bang in Rio, that only leads me to one conclusion…
Whoever she is, whoever Vape is, they or who they worked for wanted Hana dead.
The woman flipped over my shots and her grappling hook shot at my head. I moved my head to the side and it shot by me. There was a clink and she activated her hook mid air, launching herself right at me.
I smirked, my rifle disappeared instantly, then I rolled under her, but as I did so I reached up and grabbed the back of her hair, pulling her back while my other hand, which had primed a grenade, tossed the explosive at her hook.
It detonated mid air, a directional blast of purple fire that ripped apart her hook and her line, which meant she flew back with me as I pulled her, her weapon flying out her hand.
She landed on top of me, but I kneed her in the back. She responded with an elbow to my side before trying to roll off me. She reached for her gun.
There was no way I was going to let her get her weapon back, so I drew a knife and threw it at her leg. It sliced through suit and right into the back of her knee, severing her tendons, and forcing her to yell and stumble to the floor only feet from her
/gun.
I jumped up, drawing my scout rifle once more and aimed it at her head.
"All right why the hell do you want Hana Song dead?"
She threw herself onto her back, arm pointed at me and a giant spider looking thing shot right at me!
I ducked and heard a small explosion as it detonated somewhere behind me.
Her eyes narrowed at me, and she laid back, exposing even more of her chest to me and letting a wry smile cling to her face.
I narrowed my gaze. "Why are you smiling?"
"Drop your weapons." A voice said from behind me, and I heard two guns cock behind me.
The voice… It was familiar.
I looked over my shoulder.
It was the cheerleader, both her sub machines guns pointed at me, and her eyes holding none of the friendly cheer they did the first time we met in Rio.
"You're with her?" I asked, glaring through my visor.
"Of course not!" The British woman shot back. I could even see her face tense. "But you've caused too much trouble, and killed that girl."
"I killed no one." I replied, keeping en eye on Smurfette.
"Say's a man with his weapon pointed at an already injured, and beaten enemy." A new voice soothingly accused from in front of me, which meant behind Smurfette.
I looked around and saw another woman; almost as tall as me with medium length blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, good posture with two golden wings extending out of her back, and a staff in her right hand that she used to help creating an imposing image
/with her white armor and her long battle skirt and black leggings.
"And who're you? My Guardian angel?" I growled, tightening my grip on my weapon and mentally signaling Dig for Raze Lighter in case things got ugly.
"Mercy is what you can call me." She stated, short and too the point, thought her eyes looked at me with sorrow, as if she pitied me.
I nodded but didn't reply to her. Instead I directed my next statement towards cheerleader. "So what? You're making a citizens arrest? And also, how the hell did you find me?"
"You're not hard to track love." The brown haired woman smirked. There was the cheekiness.
"Thanks." I frowned. I was a hunter I was supposed to be sneaky-
"Plus, we had a little bit of help." She added.
Clink.
I glanced to the door of the building and metal adorned with green lights stood there, green neon eyes staring at me in silence. Their hand was wrapped around the sword one their back, waiting to draw it in case I turned violent.
I frowned. Things were really starting to line up against me.
"Weird, that you guys don't have any cops with you." I looked between the two women. "Almost like you're not acting on the authority of the law."
Cheerleader pursed her lips. "Let's not argue, love. Come with us, we'll take her too, and then we can talk."
I nodded. "Yeah how about we talk before the cops get here and we all end up having a bad day."
"Do not try to act innocent after killing that girl and kidnapping Hana Song." Mercy scolded, her softer tone starting to fade as she spoke.
"I didn't kidnap Hana and I didn't kill her friend." I replied, though from the way she was looking at me I could tell she wasn't buying it.
The blonde's face turned somber. "We have video evidence and photographic proof."
"I can promise you it's a set up." I replied and Raze Lighter appeared on my back. "Look I'll drop my weapons and-"
"Mercy, duck!" The cheerleader screamed.
My eyes blinked and-
Bang!
A sniper shot ripped the air apart right above Mercy's head. She had ducked just in time.
I raised my rifle and opened fire on the taller building behind her, where the shot had come from. The sound of more sniper fire suddenly filled the air and the hairs on my neck stood up and I threw myself to the ground.
Another round ripped through the air where I had just been.
I spun to my knee and suddenly a grappling hook sailed by my face. I went wide eyed and saw the assassin I had injured sailing right- wham!
I flew back as her heel connected with my face. My back hit the concrete roof, and I growled before jumping back up to my feet.
The shooting had stopped. It was all over as quick as it started.
I raised my rifle again and saw the Assassin was gone. I spun around, my eyes scanning every building but failing to see where she had gone. She was nowhere to be found. I snarled. "Damn it!"
I turned to the the other three, each of which were behind cover of some sort. I lowered my weapon. "What the hell was that!"
"Ambush. Probably a trap she set for someone." Cheerleader said, her eyes turning to me and the implication was clear.
I shook my head. "Not my damn fault!" I spun away, cloak twirling behind me and made my way to the edge of the roof.
"Hey!"
"Stop!"
I ignored whoever was speaking, and replied, "She was my only real lead on finding the killer. And now she's gone. Stay away and let me handle this."
With that I leapt off the building, blinking down to the ground and right into the middle of the sidewalk below. The few people out this late gasped as I stood, the rain and dark skies becoming an eerie accompaniment to my dark armor and cloak.
The street I was in didn't actually seem to be a street in the sense it had cars. In fact, there were no cars, just vending stalls, a few dozen people shopping late at night, hole in the wall restaurants, and dozens of signs, small and large, that hung
/off the side of the buildings around me.
I scanned the crowds. Nothing. No blue skinned assassin.
A frown formed. I had to find her. She was our only lead. If I could find her we could find whoever was in charge, and get Hana answers. Poor girl could use some.
Closure was something everyone needed.
I didn't want Hana to end up like me.
I started forward, "Dig, prepare the sparrow."
"Got it."
Puddles splashed around my feet, rain bounced off my armor, and the neon lights of the downtown buildings glowed brightly in the night.
"Stop right there criminal!" A loud voiced bellowed from behind me.
I narrowed my gaze and spun around.
"I said…" My voice died as my eyes trailed up… and up… to finally I found a giant man in some sort of armor, shining and pristine, with a giant hammer slung over his shoulder staring down at me.
The only thing that kept me from jumping back and rising my rifle was the fact I had a good a couple dozen feet between us.
People quickly walked past us, and most headed inside nearby stores, bystanders looking out the windows as the tension grew. They could probably feel the fight coming.
"I'm not stopping." I finally stated, then I sighed. "I can't ok? I assume you're with cheerleader and the unfriendly angel?"
He nodded silently.
"Figured. Look, I need to find that assassin. Blue skinned and skimpy outfit? She's our only lead to finding out who tried to kill Hana Song." I tried to reason.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw terminator and the angel standing on the street across from us, and I could only figure cheerleader was somewhere down here now.
"Lad, I cannot just let you roam the streets! You've endangered innocent lives and have fought without honor, even going as low as to kill a child on film." The large man said, bringing his hammer around and holding it in a tight grip with both hands.
Well fuck.
It's like everyone wants to kill me.
"Ok, first she's not a child, second if I bring Hana down here will all of you people just stop trying to kill me?" I snapped as my patience started to wear thin.
That actually made him quiet and his grip loosened on his hammer.
I sighed.
Then I saw it.
The quick flash of light from inside one of the stores across the street. The flash from a light reflecting off a scope.
A man, with a rifle. Aimed at the tall man before me!
I drew my rifle in the blink of an eye and fired. There shots ripped through the front glass window, and into the store. I couldn't see if they hit their target but it was enough that I knew he would've taken cover.
"Take cover theres-"
Wham!
I choked on my words as I was sent flying down the street, my shields screeching in alarm and my body instantly aching even before- thunk! I hit the sidewalk, bouncing off the concrete once, then twice, then a third time before I finally hit and
/rolled to a stop.
"What the…" I coughed before slowly sitting up.
"You attack my comrades and claim you are trying to help Ms. Song? Vile cretin! I shall smite thee from existence!" The large armored man roared from down the street.
I blinked twice before it dawned on me that he had actually hit me with that fucking giant hammer!
"Dude!" I roared, getting to my feet. I looked around and saw that Mercy was just getting up and terminator was standing over her protectively. It was then I saw behind them was the store I had shot at.
The shooter was no where to be seen inside, and the lights no flickered on an off.
But besides that, now I see what had happened.
I fired at the shooter, but it was in their direction.
They thought I had tried to attack them!
My eyes went wide. "Shit."
A foot slammed into my back, and I stumbled forward, sweeping my gun around as I saw cheerleader charge at me. For her size, she was strong. I fired off two warning shot's, but she instantly blinked away and-
Wham!
Another heel slammed into the back of my neck throwing me forward.
Suddenly a sword filled my vision and I was barely able to twist around in time to avoid having my head sliced clean off by terminator.
What sucked is that I ended up falling flat on my back.
"Watch out!" Dig yelled.
The power of void puled my legs and I back flipped up and away just as a hammer came slamming down on the sidewalk where I had been. It didn't break the concrete, which comforted the fact that he obviously didn't want to kill me. At least I hoped he didn't.
I blinked to the right as bullets riddled my position. I returned fire, trying my best to scare them off.
I could tell they were well intentioned, and that they were good people.
But if I knew anything. It was that someone was setting me up.
Snipers meant to attack us and heroes in the same place? This strange box and the blue skinned assassin?
Someone wanted me dead.
I ducked under a swipe from terminators sword and dropped a grenade before blinking up. It detonated and smoke filled the street.
"Dig, sparrow!"
I landed and rolled backwards, firing blind shots through the smoke to keep my pursuers at bay.
I felt the light being channeled and- swish! I side stepped on instinct and a staff flew by my head, two wings twirling as the woman whom they belonged too spun before me. She was twirling her staff with expert skill and I was forced to retreat
/back as my sparrow appeared behind her.
Hell, she was fast enough and good enough that I was forced to block two swipes with my rifle! I couldn't even get a shot off!
A frown formed on my face and my rifle disappeared. I grabbed Raze Lighter off my back, twirling under another of her swipes as my cape slipped around her and her wings soared over my head.
I spun my sword and raised it to meet her staff.
"I do not wish to fight you. Please, just stop this madness." She pleaded, her brow scrunched up, but her eyes filled with actual sadness. I could tell she hated fighting, but she would if she had too.
It was to late to stop, I knew that. They would never let me out of their sight, and they would probably put Hana in some hospital and she would get picked off easier than her friend did.
"Sorry." I replied before pushing back and taking a swipe at her.
The blade of fire meet her staff of light, and she narrowed her gaze at me as she pushed against me. I held her back with my own strength, then with a shove pushed her back and ducked low before lunging for her legs.
I wasn't trying to kill them, but I could sure as hell injure them.
Her staff twirled down and blocked my strike, and I pushed off her staff using my moment to spin up to my full height. I twirled my sword once and brought it around at her side. She blocked. I pushed off and spun around her.
It was like a dance, she blocked, I striked. She attacked, I parried.
But I stepped back and grinned, her eyes going wide as she realized what I had been doing. I had done what I wanted and now my back was to my sparrow. I flipped back, sheathing Raze Lighter when I landed and spun-
"Sorry love!" There was a flash and suddenly a bright blue device, that was beeping, landed on my sparrow.
I blinked back and an explosion swallowed my sparrow, destroying it in one brilliant flash.
Whack!
I stumbled forward as a staff hit the back of my head. I spun drawing Raze Lighter once more, and a sword sliced my right leg.
"Fuck!" I yelled, gritting my teeth as I spun and blocked another swipe from terminator. Bullets riddled my side and my shields flared, forcing me to roll away, only for a large hammer to slam into me.
I flew back and hit the side of a budding, falling to my knees.
My vision swam and I coughed before looking up. Raze lighter was in the middle of the street and between me and it were all four of my attackers.
"Surrender and we swear no more harm shall come to you." The large man bellowed.
I frowned.
"Hey, Nate?" Dig suddenly said.
"What?" I hissed.
"You may want to duck. Called in some air support."
I smiled as Dig's words filled me with relief. I instantly dropped and suddenly hundreds of bullets started lighting up the street, tearing apart vendor stalls and chipping the concrete wall and the paved street.
The large man spun around and a wall of light appeared, blocking the bullets coming from the clouds above. The great part was that the other three instantly fled behind the cover of light and the bullets focused fire on the shield.
"Up the building behind you! The ramp to the ship's open!"
I didn't hesitate and knew Dig would take care of my sword, so I spun and boosted up twice before grabbing onto a window ledge and blinking up. I grabbed the ledge of a balcony, flipped onto it and using the table set out on it like a spring board, shot
/myself up to the next floor.
A few more movements, and several hundred bullets later I found myself atop the apartment building, my ship hovering a building down, twenty feet higher than the roof I was currently on, and over the street. It wasn't perfect but the jump would be easy
/with all three boosts and a blink.
But someone stood between me and the ship.
"Stop!" Cheerleader ordered, her submachine guns raised at me.
I blinked confused as to how she got her before me but ignored it as Bastion's gatling gun was still focused behind me in the street which let me know the others were still down there.
"Don't make me hurt you." I warned getting low and drawing one of my knives.
"You won't." She quipped back and she blinked at me. She struck fast with a kick to my head and I back stepped it. I slipped my knife upward, and she spun around me with grace that even the angel lacked, and drove the side of her gun into my side.
To my relief she didn't unload on me, but she kept going and kicked me in the back. I spun and struck low; my blade slicing at her leg. I stuck true and cut open her legging and the very tip of her skin.
She grunted but didn't stop, which told me the wound wasn't going to slow her down at all.
I rolled away, but she was behind me the moment I was standing and drove both her feet into my back. I stumbled forward.
My knife swung in a large arc behind me but I missed, then she reappeared in front of me and drove a fist into my face. I took the brunt of it, but drove my knee up catching her in the gut.
She squeaked and blinked back.
Her hand rested over her gut and her eyes glowered at me. I rolled my eyes and raised my knife.
Suddenly her eyes went wide and she dove backwards as bullets riddled her position. It was a sow rate of fire, so that assured me it wasn't Bastion, but I could care less so I turned on my heel and ran for my ship.
I reached the edge of the roof and boosted off. Bullets trailed after me, and more flew by me back at the roof, and I boosted twice more before blinking and landing on the ramp of my ship in a heap.
Instantly the ramp started closing and Bastion's fire ceased as the ship jerked forward and took off into the air.
With a sigh I stood up, barely noticing Bastion changing back into his more human like form, as my eyes landed on the ships second occupant.
Hana was there, leaning against the wall with a somber smile on her face and Last Word at her side.
"Well who would've guessed the gaming legend is talented with guns." I joked with a smile, slipping my helmet off.
"Please." She rolled her eyes and tossed me my gun.
I caught it and it disappeared in a flash. "For real though, thank you."
She gave me a nod and I looked at Bastion, his little light eye blinking with anticipation. "Both of you."
"Wheee!" Bastion beeped happily, and even though I had the translator I had no idea what he was saying. Probably something similar to a cheer I figure.
Dig then appeared and I looked around the small hangar of my ship. It was slightly crowded with several tool boxes, my sparrow, a few random boxes of personal items, Bastion, myself and Hana all taking up space. Then there were the stairs that led to
/the rest of the ship.
"Bastion, are you comfortable here?" I asked, kicking one of the boxes as I started towards the stairs.
*Yes friend Nate! Bastion, is grateful for place to stay and is why Bastion is helping to save Friend Nate when friend Dig asks.* The robot replied, my translator doing the work for Dig.
Not gonna lie his grammar sucked, but it was kinda funny.
"Well if you say so." I chuckled.
"Nate!"
I turned around and looked down at Hana who was following right behind me, her arms crossed, are looking at me like I was crazy.
"What the hell just happened?"
"Oh yeah the box!" I blinked and Dig floated up to us materializing the back box in my hand.
Her eyes went wide and she landed closer. "What is that?"
"No idea, but if I had to guess it has information on who wants you." I said, my voice growing hard.
Her eyes narrowed and she grew dangerously silent.
"Plus, we know the blue assassin chick is also after you." Dig added. "And that whoever wants you dead also wants him dead now. It looks like this whole thing was set up for Nate to get taken down one way or another, by eater those pricks down there,
/or whoever they are."
"But they didn't count on Bastion here, or even you I bet." I smiled and my armor disappeared, my leisure clothes replacing it.
Hana nodded and started to walk past me but I gently grabbed her elbow. She stopped and looked up at me, raising an eyebrow.
"Seriously Hana. Thank you."
She smiled, but it was sad. "It's the least I could do."
And with that she walked through the sliding doors and into the rest of the ship.
I stared after her.
Confused, but grateful.
"You want to fuck her."
"No… so just shut up already!"
Black smoke filled the room, and it grew darker than even the night itself.
A figure formed, and a mask of bone took the place of a face.
"They got away." The voice was deep and resonant.
There was silence, if only for a moment.
"Let them." A new voice stated, digitized and electrical. "Let them kill each other. All we need is the girl."
Silence, then the smoke spoke. "Dead?"
"Alive. Things have changed. I want her alive."
"Why?" The bone spoke to the darkness, to the walls of the room, and to those that heard beyond those walls.
The second voice spoke once more. "Because we will make her talk. And once I have what I need, you can do with her what you need."
The bone was silent, and slowly the figure returned to smoke, wisping out of the room without any reply.
The second voice chuckled coldly. "Oh Reaper. Stealing the life force of someone else must be quiet the pleasure…"
A/N
Hey guys so sorry its been a bit longer than usual. This chapter was longer, and I had to rewrite a few scenes because they didn't fit. Hopefully the increased length will make up for it.
Anyway onto the story, Overwatch vs Nate! And the score is!….. Nate kinda got his ass kicked. Sure he didn't really get hurt, but he was defiantly getting pummeled at every turn against all four of them. Still, we saw how he fared on a few one on one's.
Also Bastion's back! For a moment…. He hasn't really had time to shine, but I mean since his last appearance its been more sneaky, steely stuff, which the giant lovable robot isn't too good at. Hana's here too, and though she doesn't have a lot of action, she does have a small talk with Nate and we see how survivors guilt is starting to get to her.
Widowmakers here too, but she doesn't do much other than lose to Nate, which is kind of expected when she fights him in close range.
Then there Reaper… What does he want with Hana? What does his mysterious 'friend' want?
Now onto the reviews:
Walrus Puncher: Thanks! I'll correct it from now on.
Guest: It's extremely difficult to write well, and with little time. I do what I can, plus the updates have only gotten longer with every chapter, though I wouldn't expect to write anything over 10,000 words.
banditobane: Satienene Rapier is a scout rifle. Last Word is a hand canon. Raze Lighter an exotic sword. 1000-Yard Stare is a sniper. The Last Big Thing is a shotgun.
Blue writer 22: well he killed himself in secret here… So yeah…
Guest: Genji helped them here in finding Nate. Whether or not he told them about Reaper isn't said.
Guest: Reaper did get injured he just shrug sit off, his bulk suggest his suit is armored. Also Genji's sword and abilities are almost magical. In the wiki his super is stated as a magical dragon, and since light is solar light but with magical properties, it makes sense that magic can affect other magic. Idk about the gear stuff.
Arc-Angel-Of-Fire: Without good build up, then dramatic moments are useless. Too many dramatic moments and the effect wears off. Plus, he's not fighting amateurs. He's fighting combatants who are either as skilled, or even better than him. Genji's proven he's better with a blade and Tracer's prove she's faster. He did die here, he's not invincible, but it's not public either. I can tell you this; even a Guardian can only keep their powers secrets for so long.
ecoolasice: Not really. Except here she sort of acknowledges him, but she could care less for making new friends right now.
Beep Boopson: No and yes. Here, it different guardians who have worked together to do everything, not some omnipotent guardian who's done it all. In the 2nd or 1st chapter he states how he was there when the assault on Atheon happened, though he only held the vault open and didn't actually venture inside. He also killed several of Skola's lieutenants, but the only one he really was apart of is Crota. He states that he was there when Crota fell.
SilverstormXD: Theoretically. And here the overwatch characters show they can be serious and are a force to be reckoned with.
Nv34: Like every week and a half.
Well there you have it. The next installment of the Darkest Knight.
There will be a poll regarding this story and possible love interest's for Nate and other characters so be sure to check it out and vote. Warning: I'm already sure who he'll end up with in the end, if he survives that is, but this is for that and to see if he'll maybe have other relationships before the end game.
Hope you guys have a great week! God bless!
-Metal4k