I woke up after a much needed nap on the roof of our beatdown 2 story home. I looked out towards the horizon to see the sunset over the city skyline. I looked down at my watch.

"6:32"

"Shit, I still need to go get my bike." I thought to myself. I stood up from where I was laying down and teleported back down to the ground. To my surprise, I wasn't nearly as I tired as I was before my nap. I looked behind me and noticed my hover-powered bike that Reaper gave to me for my 13th birthday back in the garage.

"You should be more careful of where you leave that." I heard a familiar voice come from my left. I looked over my shoulder and saw Reaper standing on the front porch with his arms crossed.

"Oh, sorry about that. Thanks!" I apologized, hoping to not get my head bit off for being "irresponsible".

"Don't sweat it, kid." Reaper said as he turned around to go back inside. This was starting to get strange. Reaper and Widowmaker are not usually this nice. They usually crucify me for everything I do wrong, but this time, nothing. Once again, I just disregarded this action as simply trying to give me a sense of confidence for my first mission and not something a little more devious.

"You should probably get ready, you're leaving soon." Reaper called back as he walked inside.

"Yeah, I'm coming." I managed to respond through my daze of shock. I followed in Reaper's footsteps through the front door. I walked up to my room and sat on my bed. I looked over to my night stand and stared at the only picture of me and my parents that I had left. I felt the pain, suffering, and loneliness start to swell up in my chest again. I felt a big lump of tears build up in my throat. I held back the tears like how my new family taught me and began to calm down. They also taught me how to channel my rage into fight. It's what drove me to where I was right then, about to get my first opportunity of revenge on those vigilantes that call themselves Heroes.

"Evan, are you ready?" Widowmaker called up to me from the main floor.

"As much as I'll ever be." I said back down to her.I stood up and grabbed the photo from the nightstand. I slipped it inside a pocket on the inside of my jacket and walked down the stairs where Widowmaker greeted me with a warming smile. She was holding my favorite weapon, the Magnetic Dagger.

"I made this for you." She said to me, handing me the dagger. It had a crimson red handle that matched my jacket intertwined with black grip tape. Three was a little black button on the butt of the handle.

"I know this weapon is your favorite so I made some little adjustments to make it yours." she said to me, signaling for me to press the button. I held the blade away from my body and pressed the button with my thumb. An identical spring-loaded blade rocked out the other side of the handle making the dagger into a two sided sword. I was immediately filled with excitement. This weapon fit me perfectly. It combined my accurate throwing knife skills with my extensive practice in hand-to-hand combat with something similar to a bow-staff.

"Only use it as a last resort, You are going to be my recon. I need you eyes, not your strength." Widowmaker informed me. I was a little disappointed by this statement but I figured I should just be happy with being able to actually go on a mission.

"Okay, you have my word." I honestly swore to Widowmaker. She nodded with approval.

"Alright then, let's go." She said, walking out the front door. I followed close behind her into an awaiting black limousine. Once we climbed into the back of the limo, we took off in the opposite direction of the city. On the drive, Widowmaker filled me in on our target and any possible threats.

"You need to be careful for three things. Number one, Guards. Number two, Civilians. Number three, Overwatch." Widowmaker continued to inform me. She then went on to tell me about the different agents of Overwatch such as Winston the ape and Tracer the mystery girl from the day before.

"So, this Tracer girl, she has the same powers as me?" I asked Widowmaker, hoping for an answer. She paused for a minute, avoiding eye contact with me.

"Yes, she does. So be careful, you can't outrun her." She said to me with a serious undertone.

"Okay, I will."

We arrived at a massive warehouse miles from the city. From the outside, it looked abandoned and kind of rundown. Once we arrived inside though, it was filled with massive airships and other techy stuff that made my head spin

"This must be Talon HQ." I thought to myself.

"That one is ours." Widowmaker said, pointing to a mediocre sized hovercraft on what looked like a launch pad in the middle of the warehouse.

"And we better hurry up if we want to make it." Widowmaker said, grabbing my arm while she broke of into a light jog towards the ship. Once we got to the ship, two identical Talon guards helped us into the back of the airship through a retracting gate. We sat down on two leather seats across from each other. The two guards climbed into the cockpit and started their pre-flight routine. The roof of the warehouse parted and the ship began to rise. We exited into the expansive, black night sky. The ship stopped for a second then began to move forward again at impeccable speed. My heart was racing with anticipation. I have been waiting for this moment for most of my life. My first legitimate opportunity for revenge. I tried to calm myself down a little bit to make the ride go by quicker. I pulled out my knife from the holster on my waist and examined it a little more. The blade was stainless steel and there was a small black decorative trim on the sharp side of it. I put the blade back into it's holster and leaned back in my seat. My mind was occupied with the mission at hand and different ways to approach it. My thoughts were interrupted by Widowmaker calling my name.

"Yes?" I responded as calmly and respectfully as I could manage.

"Here is your earpiece, you are going to need it." Widowmaker said, handing me the new and improved earpiece that I specifically broke on purpose.

"Perfect. Thanks." I responded trying to sound as genuine as possible.

Widowmaker nodded and leaned back in her seat once again. For the remainder of the flight, it was pretty quiet. It was obvious that I was pretty nervous but Widowmaker, Widowmaker was extremely calm. So calm it was scary. It kind of made me feel better and scared all at the same time. I thought to myself that there was maybe nothing to worry about. The silence was broken by one of the Talon guards on the intercom.

"We are coming up on the landing zone, get ready to jump." He said as the back door began to slowly open. I could tell we were very close to the rooftops below and I understood what we were going to do. Widowmaker stood up from her seat and grabbed my arm.

"Jumping in 10,9,8,7…" He continued to count as I readied myself for the jump.

"6,5,4,3,2,1. JUMP!"

Widowmaker and I launched ourselves from the hovercraft. We feel about 10 feet and landed with a thud on the rooftop below. Widowmaker landed in a controlled roll as where I almost slid of the building. When I stood up, Widowmaker was already standing beside me, filling me in on my next orders.

"See that clock tower over there?" Widowmaker whispered as she pointed behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see a massive clock tower that stood way above the rest of the city. I already a feeling of what Widowmaker need from me.

"Yes, you need me to get up there?" I said with a knowing smile.

"Can you?"

"Piece of cake." I responded. With that, I took of in the other direction at top speed. I jumped, climbed and teleported from rooftop to rooftop swiftly making my way over to my destination. Once I reached the base of the tower, I scaled the outside to reach the top. "Why not teleport to the top?" You may be asking. That is because time travel or teleportation is a lot more tiring than you may think. After about one minute of climbing, I pulled myself up onto a ledge and wiped the sweat of my forehead. I looked down at city below. It was dark and muggy. The walls of most buildings were riddled with graffiti. I could clearly see a group of people and robots surrounding around a stage in the city square. I pressed down on my earpiece.

"I made it to the top." I spoke into the earpiece to inform Widowmaker.

"Okay, help me out."

"Alright so, there is one guard on the roof beside you and another one about four buildings away." I informed her while scanning the roof and streets below. A bright blue light caught my eye. It was coming from the crowd that now surrounded Mondatta as he began his speech. I could tell from the blue light on her chest-thing and her familiar orange leggings that that the girl was Tracer.

"Shit, make this quick. I spotted Tracer in the crowd." I informed Widowmaker as she eliminated the security guard. "Alright. I will take that into consideration." She said whilst wrapping her grappling hook leg. I watched as she jumped from the roof and slowly descended like a spider. She lined her shoot up through a window, into Mondatta's head. A blue blur caught my attention and just in time because it was rushing straight for Widowmaker.

"Tracer, on your six!" I screamed into the earpiece. Widowmaker whipped around, dodging Tracer's shot's and firing her assault rifle back at her. The two continued to fight back in forth as I helped Widowmaker with her counter attacks.

"Where is….now…" Widowmaker tried to say until the mic cut out.

"Crap!" I angrily spoke to myself, yanking the earpiece out of my ear. I decided to take matters into my own hands and go down to help. I leaped from the top of the clock tower and immediately plummeted towards the earth, thanks to gravity. I free fell for a good 5 seconds and just as I was about to hit the ground, I teleported forward, carrying my momentum throughout. As I was running, I activate my invisibility camouflage. I continued to vault and climb my way over rooftops until I was chasing after the two girls.

"She is right behind you!" I screamed out to Widowmaker. Tracer looked behind herself in confusion of where the voice came from and didn't notice Widowmaker put her Venom Mine down. It was triggered when Tracer ran through it. Tracef began to uncontrollably cough until she collapsed to the floor. I almost ran into the cloud of venom myself, but I managed to teleport over it then next to Widowmaker.

"Thanks." Widowmaker whispered to me as she walked forward to the incapacitated Tracer laying on the ground. I took this time to recompose myself and attempt to fix my earpiece.

"Such a sweet, foolish girl." Widowmaker said with a fake empathetic voice, pointing the barrel of her sniper at h

Tracer's head. Then, in a blink of an eye, Tracer zipped back in time to where she was before the smoke and this time, she teleported up and over the cloud of venom like I did. She appeared to be in much better condition than before.

"What was that?" She remarked as she threw a small bomb at Widowmaker. Widowmaker swiftly shot the bomb in mid-air which made it explode, sending all three of us flying. Widowmaker and Tracer both flew backwards on the roof and I was sent flying off of it. The blast was so strong that it knocked me out completely, sending my lifeless body plummeting back to the street below. Fortunately, I fell onto a bunch of trash bags so my body wasn't harmed too bad but I remained unconscious.

I woke up in a hovercraft, just like the one I arrived in. I was immediately relieved because of my familiar surroundings and tried to stand up out of the seat. My efforts were stopped by something on my wrists. I looked down and noticed my arms were linked to the seat with hand cuffs. I began to panic.

"Did ya' have a nice nap, love?" I heard a familiar British accent come from the seat in front of me, followed by a giggle. My eyes shot up to meet with the big brown eyes of the one and only Tracer. I began struggle and even tried to teleport away, but for some reason, my powers weren't working. I was truly trapped and terrified.

Chapter Notes

There are a couple things I need to mention. Number one is, the reason it took me so long to finish this chapter is because, as some of you may know, final exams are her and I am just a little suicidal. No, but seriously, I have been studying-ish and that is really the main reason why this took so long. And because of that, I made this chapter extra long, so hopefully this makes up for that. Number two is both my laptop and my phone both decided to take a shit on themselves at the same time and break, just to fuck me over cuz, why not? So I am currently typing this on my shitty Samsung Tab 3, which is also making me even more suicidal. And finally, I wanted to thank NevermoreReaper for being awesome and asking me to use Red or Evan in his story and making his own spin on Evan's back story, so definitely go check that out, it is called Reaper and Widowmaker Tales, here is the link: my. /UiNb/k8L3bGqtqu . Anyways, thanks for reading and please stay tuned for the next chapter. It's gonna be a good one. Trust me. :) (This whole story is just a re upload from my Wattpad marcosist . I currently creating the 15th chapter so go to my wattpad if you want to see the other 14 chapters.)