Notes: Just doing a kind of prologue where it's Tracer's perspective on the events of the first chapter. If you like this I might do more. Who knows. I haven't uploaded in months. I'm sorry. Life's been pretty shitty. Pretty shitty. I might do a Mercy\Reaper story next. I don't really know. I know you people don't really give a shit so here you go
Lena blinked over to the Talon base where she saw two Talon guards slumped over and both filled with holes. She winced at the sight and opened the door behind the bodies. She slowly and carefully walked down the bloody hall. Black kevlar-suited bodies were everywhere. She heard someone yell in pain down the hall. She then heard a deep mocking voice talking. She quickly blinked down the hall and saw a tall shadowed man standing over none other than Reaper himself. She couldn't see his face but she saw that he had light gray scarred skin.
"I'll just just kill you instead-" the man was cut off when Tracer blinked into the room and kicked him in the face.
"Ey again, Reap!" She said cheerily. Remembering what happened at the museum.
"You." Reaper said coldly.
She thought about what to say. "Good to see you too, Reap!" She said cheerly. 'What's with the gray skin?" She asked as she untied him. She knew it was impolite, but she wanted to know. She still hadn't seen his face.
"It was an-" Reaper cut himself off. "Accident." Lena frowned. Did he mean the one that brought down Overwatch? She thought to herself. "Oh!" Lena said happily. "The one that blew up the Overwatch building."
"Yes." He rasped. "The one that made me this."
Lena realized this was probably a sensitive subject for him and wanted to apologize. Her thoughts were interrupted by him saying "Hand me my mask and armor."
"Okay, okay." She said. Lena looked at him. He was weak and injured. "Let's get ya to the airship." She said softly.