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5:31 PM - Talon H.Q, Busan, South Korea

Disbelief is something which I've been a lot of lately. Ever since meeting Hana, I've often found myself questioning everything that's been happening to me. Was I really in love? Did I really beat Hana at a video game? Did I really see someone who i thought was a friend betray me twice? Was Hana really that cruel? I've found myself doubting my own thoughts and actions a lot over the past while, ever since Hana Song's cute face walked on into that classroom on that fateful day.

But nothing could've prepared me for this.

"J-Jack? YOU'RE the Talon leader?" I cry out in disbelief towards the man who was, for all intents and purposes, my best friend until just a few moments ago. "But I thought you moved away for family reasons!?"

"That's where you're wrong kiddo/ My parents weren't the ones who got a new job, I did. M parents got in my way, so I had Widowmaker...deal with them" he said with a tone brimming with confidence. Clearly, he wasn't the same person I knew from before.

"I became the leader of this organisation through sheer willpower and ruthlessness. After all, you can't be the leader of an organisation like this without making a few sacrifices, right?" he said, smirking. I wanted to just walk over there and punch him right in that goddamn face of h-

*SMACK!*

A loud slap echoed throughout the room, emanating from one Angela Ziegler.

"You idiot." she said, tears visibly forming along her lower eyeline. Jack didn't care though, not anymore. He'd completely left Angela alone when she needed him the most, and although she found solace in Lena, Angela never truly moved on from Jack. Romantically, yes, she had removed that aspect of him from her heart. But their friendship was almost as unbreakable as mine and Jacks. She had loved him not only as a woman, but as a human.

"Heh, looks like you crawled back. Tell me, Angela, how's thing with you and your carpet rag over there?" says Jack, turning his face back towards us and pointing a finger towards Lena, who was scowling like nobody else, clearly the most pissed off out of all of us. I was angry too, don't get me wrong but, I think that I'm more upset by this whole ordeal than anything.

"Jack Morrison" said McCree, raising his pistol. "You were a fine student of mine but if I'd known you turned out this way...damn" says McCree, feeling a tinge of regret.

"Haha, amd what're you gonna do cowboy? Shoot m-"

*BANG!*

A revolver could be heard firing from my right, clearly coming from the now crying McCree.

"Get your ass on the ground now kid. Yer under arrest by order of the UN. Well, I suppose, you're already on the ground…"

Looking back over at Jack, McCree wasn't wrong. McCree had shot him right in the lower part of his leg, and he was cowering on the ground, but not screaming in pain.

"He...he...you think that just because you've taken me...and Talon down, you think that….your fucking sense of justice will win?! hahhahahHAHAHAHAH! THERE WILL BE OTHERS! YOU FUCKING CUNTS!" Screamed Jack as he began to lose himself. It was all a very unfortunate sight to behold, one which I could barely stare at with my own two eyes. It was hard for me to imagine that only a while ago, I would've considered this guy my best friend in the whole world, but now…

"Jack...just stop it." I say, slowly moving my eyes in his direction. "Don't make this any harder on me, Lena, Angie and McCree than it already is. You've lost. Shut the FUCK up and fucking accept it."

And with that, he did what he was told. Genji and Hanzo went over and restrained the now known leader of the terrorist world, placing him in cuffs. Angela dropped to her knees, utterly shocked by what had just taken place in front of us.

"Jonathan...Lena...will things ever be the same?" pondered Angela

"I….I don't know, Angela. But the thing is, we're done here, and we need to move on. Moving on is what humanity does be-"

"I DON'T THINK SO CUJOH!" screamed a French voice from behind us.

"A-Amélie?" I said in shock. I think we were all taken by surprise a little bit. Wasn't she in chains just a little while ago in that room downstairs?

"If we're going down...we're taking you with us!" shouted Amélie with a strange, venomous passion in her voice. She readied a pistol and aimed it straight at my face.

"You...you ruined everything. I wanted Hana so much...her body...her face...her everything! And I was so close! She was the key to all of Talon's plans but she was also what I needed too, with a bit of help from Moira sure but, she was perfect…..which is why if I can't have her…." she says, slowly turning her gun to my right.

"...then NOBODY CAN!" she says, aiming her bullet right at Hana, still in a state of unconsciousness due to what happened earlier. Without thinking, I jumped in front of her and shielded her with my back.

"I'll take this...for you, my beloved…." I say, closing my eyes, awaiting the worst.

Then, the gun fired.

I winced as I heard the pistol shoot off, trying as best as I could to prepare for the bullet which would surely rip through my body's midsection.

But the pain never came. I opened my eyes and turned around, slowly, to see what had come between me and the bullet.

"I'm sorry...Jona...th..an…."

"..L…...e….na….."

I looked in shock as her nimble, thin body fell elegantly to the ground, like Icarus descending from the sky, a tear flew off her face as her body soared towards its untimely destination. My body stood there motionless as she hit the ground, even as Lena's blood crawled its way towards my feet. I felt like vomiting. This was sick, today had been pretty bad up until ow but...nothing could ever match the sight before my eyes right now. Everything felt like it moved at half the normal speed. Angela turned around with such speed as I murmured the name of her lover, over and over. I reached my hand out slowly, as I began tip-toeing over to her in disbelief. Yet again, I was in a situation I simply couldn't believe was happening to me. I barely even noticed that McCree had shot Amélie back in the head, I was too focused….on…..my best friend…..dying right before me. I shot my gaze toward Angela, before crying out for her.

"ANGELAAA!" ANGELA, ANGELA! ANGEEEELLLAAAA!" I screamed for her, and she rushed over, her eyes completely wide in shock.

"Please say you can do somet-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME THINK!" she screamed back at me, pushing me away, holding Lena's limp body in her arms, her white uniform slowly becoming evermore crimson, so much blood was flowing…

"Lena...please...this can't be happening…" Angela said cradling Lena's face in one of her hands, while trying to apply the Caduceus Rod with the other, Angela desperately trying to transfer energy between it and Lena. Lena looked up at Angela and smiled.

"Hehe….guess I turned out to be….a hero in...the end, huh?" she said, coughing up some blood, some of which splattering onto Angela's fair face and hair.

"Silly Lena...Heroes never die…." said Angela, forcing a smile, which dropped almost immediately afterwards.

"What's wrong?" I ask, concerned.

"...there's too much of a wound for the Rod to heal her...she's losing too much blood…" says Angela, welling up in tears. Losing her sense of reason, Angela embraces Lena's body.

"Lena, darling...let me heal you...please, we-we can live together forever, Lena! You'd like a shot at that, wouldn't you, Lena!"

"Be...happy...Angel...a" said Lena with a pained but, sincere smile.

"You can't be serious, right? Lena!"

But no response came, as Lena's arms fell from Angela's face and the light in her eyes vanished.

"S-She's….

"She's Dead…"

Lena Oxton - Died, October 25th, 20XX at 17:36 PM - Busan, South Korea

(A/N: Firstly, sorry for the short chapter length. I've been really depressed lately so my writing is taking a bit of a nosedive in quality. I was going over it constantly in my head but this is really the only thing I could do with what I wanted. From the outset of the story, I knew that either Lena, Angela or McCree had to die and that I wanted an element of betrayal involved in there somehow. Amélie betraying Jonathan earlier in the story wasn't really what I had planned so I brought back Soldier: 76 without really thinking about what I could do with him, hence why his appearance may seem rushed here. Writing the Lena death was oddly very enjoyable, mainly because of the music I was listening to at the time (look up "Il mare etero nella mia anime" from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. For those who've seen the show, you know what that song means for a lot of people. Lena's death was meant to be a moment that came mostly out of nowhere, and I was really stuck between killing her or McCree. I hope you don't hate me too much for offing her. Next time, Hana Song returns. See you then.)