Genji hit the wall in the corner where him and Angela had been sitting earlier. The rest of the team remained silent as he did. He had every right to be angry, but they were all still confused. Why would Hanzo do this? What would happen to Angela?
-MEANWHILE-
Angela woke on the enemy ship. The entire team was watching her, nothing in between them. Even if there was something to separate them what could she do? She was useless without her gun or staff, her wings were gone and broken as well as her armor, she sat only in the simple cloth shirt and pants that lied under her protective armor. She was in pain too, the back of her head throbbed with pain, she couldn't move her legs without a sharp pain running through them, and her upper body was weak and sore. Nevertheless she slowly sat up, "W-W-Why?" She asked the team who stared down at her. Hanzo stepped forward, kneeled before her, and smirked. "You've been a part of Overwatch long enough Angela. You even did my brother… a favour. It's time for the brother to call in one too. Well it's not like you could refuse it either way."
"W-What do you mean? I-I don't understand…"
"Look around you Angela." Hanzo stood up. "How many do you see here?"
"Five. I-I see five."
"Exactly. We need a healer."
"I'll never join you!" She spat at him. Reaper kicked her, causing her to convulse in pain.
"You will Angela. No matter how much you don't like it. You will."
Suddenly all of the lights went out. "W-What's going on… Hanzo!?"
Genji could feel it. Angela was hurt, more than hurt she was suffering. He could hear her screaming despite not knowing where she was. Genji looked at his hands. The fact he could even do that was because of Angela. How could he have failed her like this, he thought. She saved his life and he lets her suffer possibly until her death. He had to save her but… how?
Angela was thrown into a cage. Her body was bruised everywhere imaginable, tears stained her face, she had a bullet wound in her left shoulder, and she had fractures in both legs. She cried, this was the third day. How could Genji let this happen to her? He must have never have loved her. He must have hated her. This was his faul- No! She pushed those thoughts out of her mind. This wasn't his fault. He loved her.
- ONEMONTHLATER -
Once again Angela was thrown back into the cage. Two bullet wounds in her right leg, which was now broken, 5 cuts on her face, a concussion, her left arm was dislocated, and her ankles were both sprained. Genji didn't love her. How could someone who loves someone allow this to happen. They would never come for her. They will leave her to die. There is no point in resisting anymore.
A few hours later Hanzo stepped in. Angela looked up at him.
"T….Th….The doctor will see you now." She said.
Hanzo smirked and threw her staff and repaired wings down at her. She picked them up and Reaper and Tracer carried her off.
Angela sat in the corner of the ship. They would be landing soon. Her first match with the people who saved her. She looked at her hands and smirked. The metal of her hands were polished. She saw the tint of her visor and clean shine of the surrounding metal in the reflection.