Soarin overhead of the Overwatch base, I strapped a parachute to my back. I tightened my straps and made sure I was able to reach the cord. I cocked my head and looked at Angela. She was standing with her staff in her hand and a parachute died to her like a backpack. She had a face of absolute determination. She looked over at me with a softer expression, but still held the memory of a wolf stare. Her kind eyes made me tingle with pleasuring emotion. I let my eyes slip into a light shade of pink.

"I will always love you," I whispered letting my eyes return to their normal white.

"We're going to make it out of this," she replied with her gentle eyes dewy like a forest at dawn full of ground fog after a heavy rain the previous night. A sweetening reminder of all the qualities that rested in her soul. A piece of candy reminding me why I worked so hard to get it. Not because of the exterior appeal, but because of the simpleness of the flavor and the complexity of desire to be addicted to the interior.

I pulled the plane door open without looking over at her. I didn't want to break her heart with my own doubt. Looking below, we spied the lights of Switzerland and the helicopter pad I'd jumped from. I had my knives sheathed and I decided that I would be shot regardless if I wore my mask or not. I decided to leave it on the plane. I braced myself for jumping.

I gazed over to my lover and nodded. She leaned over to me and kissed me. While it took me off my prep slightly, it was one long, passionate kiss as if was our last. I closed my eyes and hated when we departed from our lips. Angela withdrew and turned around with a tear in her eye. She went to the cockpit and started to aim the plane downwards towards the base.

She ran quickly to me so she wouldn't be sucked down by the gravity before she exited the plane. I grabbed her arm and threw us out of the opening in the plane. The wind whipped me in the face and tore through Angela's hair as out hands were clasped. We were able to be controlled, but regardless, plummenting headfirst was not slow us down. We were falling slower than the aircraft, but there was no way I would be able to see the explosion if we didn't pull cords soon. To stay off radar, we decided to pull the chute at about 100 meters above the ground.

I watched the plane smash into the left wing of the building. I saw that the plane didn't exactly explode though. The fires were huge and grdecapitedger at a controlled rate. There was no giant boom as black smoke billowed from the wreckage. I could see alarms blaring as the base's lights began to beam suddenly like fireworks in America on the 4th of July.

We landed behind the building and snuck into the fire escape. No one would care about this as the other alarms were more prominent and louder in blaring than the emergency door. They had the base on lockdown with these alarms, however, we were lucky to get in before any doors were locked.

Advancing into the main hall, we crouched and saw Morrison and Reyes burst on the scene with multiple soldiers. I saw Morrison had his rifles and Reyes had his shotguns. They were both astonished by the sight. Soon, those emotions were swept away by hateful bickering.

"What the fuck happened?" Morrison shouted at Reyes.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?"

"It's your shift. How didn't you catch this on the radar?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I can just stop a plane less than forty feet away."

"Don't get cocky with me!"

"Then get the fuck back! After all, this is my shift."

"You son of a-" Morrison was cut off by a young soldier running up to the two arguing commanders.

"Sir!" The young soldier said loudly. Definitely a private. "The plane hasn't exploded, but as of now, we need to evacuate the area before taking further action!"

I turned to Angela. "Look, don't be seen until after the fighting. I want you to know that there is a box upstairs that holds two syringes of nano technology. I know you devlop it, but Winston also does too. It recuperate cells and allows healing at a faster pace. If anything goes wrong, you need to get it in them while they're alive. Go, quickly."

"What if you die?"

"I promise you, I won't," I kissed her with pink in my eye. "And if I don't, I want you to know that I'll see you Heaven."

"I'll say we'll see each other at the bar tonight."

"I'll hold you to it," I grinned. She disappeared from my side as I drew my knives and stood up. "Hey!" I yelled.

Morrison and Reyes looked over at me. Fury was in my eyes as they became black. My irises were the colour of dark vein blood. I began to stalk towards him as he raised his rifle at me. Five of his men held rifles up at me.

I saw Reyes betray everything he stood for at this point.

My amigo aimed his shotguns at Morrison. Four of his men aimed at Morrison and his men. Morrison looked over at Reyes. "You're leading an uprising against me. I'll kill you for this," Morrison whispered.

"I'll see you in hell," Reyes smiled as he pulled the trigger. Morrison barely dodged as I ran towards him. The fighting was intense. I hit a soldier with my red blade and decapitated him. The blade had cut his neck, gotten stuck at the spine, and I sawed back before lifting the knife for another strike down on his wound again. His spine broke and his head slid off to hit the floor, dead.

I heard a whistle of weapons being swiveled midair. I used my shield to block the incoming bullets and I got behind a wall. I touched my hip before I realized Sombra had taken my translocator. I cursed and then rounded the corner with my shield up to block the bullets. I started to charge my opponent, but I realized I was too slow as I watched one of Reyes men shoot the attacker and stop the barrage of bullets relieved I was able to finally defend my backside, but not soon enough. Before I could swerve to put my shield up, I felt a sharp pain in my lower back.

I turned and saw one of Morrison's men had shot me before he put another bullet in my right shin without hesitation. It was the young private. As I fell to one knee, I put my shield over me again and deflected the bullet back at him and cut him through the shin. I staggered over to him and he lifted his gun to put two more bullets in my exposed sides. Grazes, but painful. I stumbled and deflected the rest of the bullets down at his back.

In pain, he dropped his gun and I got on top of him and bashed him in the nose. His nose broke and he was bleeding onto the floor as I shattered his two biggest front teeth. I drove the shield's edge right into his eye and gored it. I went back to the blunt side and hit him in the chin, fracturing it.

"Please," he moaned broken. "Give me mercy."

I was breathing heavily as I stopped to hear those words. "You don't deserve my wife," I said as I continued to beat him to death with my shield. When he was motionless, only then did I fall on my back. I was breathing hard as I felt my own blood slosh out on to the floor. Only my determination (perhaps adrenaline, truly I did not care) kept me alive as my back burned like a hot iron and weighed like a sack of coal.

I coughed and felt my chest tearing apart. I rolled with all my mught to my stomach and began to lift myself up with a push-up. I looked up to look at the lull in the battle.

Reyes had dropped for cover and was behind a counter. Morrison was still shooting at him as suppressing fire, but when I managed to stagger up in agony, he looked over at me. Morrison's men were holding off Reyes's men and Reyes himself as he left his opponent to kill me.

But Morrison didn't shoot at me. He was marching to me. I then used my knife to blind him with the flashbang. He didn't drop his gun, but he did cover his eyes with his trigger hand. I wanted to blind him again, but with the recharge time, I felt dread fill thicker my lungs.

Morrison looked at me and kicked me in the chest. I slammed on to the floor with such force that my ribs cracked. I groaned as I rolled onto my stomach, thinking pressure would make me better. I winced as I felt Morrison step on my calf. I saw the knife recharged and flashed it again. Now that he was off my appendage, I was able to crawl away slowly.

Suddenly, I was weightless as Morrison had thrown down his rifle in frustration and power lifted me into the air I still gripped my knives as I cut across his face twice wildly, making a line of blood just under his eye and up his for head and another near his lower face. They were destined to be permanently ingrained in his flesh, but I wasn't going to let him live to feel the pain.

I was dropped onto his knee and I felt my back crack and strain. Morrison stumbled back and looked up at me as the fires engulfed the room. I saw Morrison look up at me and the blood made his eyes draw out more. He was furious. My eyes were just as furious as they suddenly became pure black with no irises. Fuck hate, this was the confirmation of a death warranty.

Pushing myself up, I stood weak and defiant. I was being supported by my left foot and I held my blades up with shaking arms. My hair was caked in the gore and sweat poured down my face. I was beyond repair, but I was going out with revenge in my tongue. After everything he said about Zøe, he had to suffer. After trying to sabotage my chances of marriage with Angela, he had to deteriorate. After torturing my loved ones, killing my friends, excommunicating my comrades, blacklisting my wife, and hunting my daughter Sombra, he had to die! He had to see my darkness with rage complied into every way possible. He had to see one thing:

The Darkness of the Nyght.

He ran towards me as I threw my knife at the plane and watched it hit the gasoline tank. Morrison punched me in the head and threw me at the plane. I gasped as I felt a piece of glass shard burrow into my thigh. I knew Reyes was handling the rest of the soldiers, but he couldn't be far behind. My face was near a fire as Morrison put his boot to my head and tried to push me into the flames. I grabbed the hilt of the knife and set off the EMP.

See, sending out electromagnetic pulse from an EMP would disrupt electromagnetic waves via overloading them. And the with all the airplane gear lying around, the electricity would surely be overloaded and exploded something. A spark. And then, a BOOM! Fire took everything around me like Death taking lives of doves, lovers, and family.

It's been a beautiful life.

I remember when my mother held me as a child. Telling me that everything would be alright. That no matter what happened, call upon God to solve my problems. Not just to ask Him to do all the work, butnto help Him. To do my best and God would do the rest. I cherished her words and her smile.

I remember when my father would come home and squat next to me when my brother hit me in the ribs and knocked the wind out of me. He had compassion in his voice as he told me to breathe in and out slowly. To get up and shake it all off. To forgive and forget. To put others before oneself.

It was those moments that I truly understood the beauty of the world. Before my mother became cigarette holding alcoholic that let her boyfriend drown my brother. Before my father remarried and let his lover poison who he was and kicked me out of the house but not before he physically abused me. A soldier who didn't realize family should come before duty. A soldier who didn't realize that he had PTSD. It was at these moments that realized that I had family.

But not just these moments. It was the moments when I met Reyes. While Morrison and he was inseparable, he was one of my best friends. I remember when I met Lena with Emily. How frisky they had been. They could pass as sisters if they didn't kiss so much. How angry and antisocial Genji was until he met Zenyatta. How we ran freely like birds as if he was my brother running through the forest. How wild Jesse Mecree was until he could express it with me in shots and happiness. How kind Amélie was and how cool she was with us. How she was able to balance friendship and sexiness, but keep a respective composure.

How Zøe looked at me when I saved her.

I found love, met the most loyal men I'll ever know, was planning on having children. I lost everything. I lost my love, lost most of my men to blacklisting and corruption, and never found my child. But then I won it back. I found love once again against all odds, met my new loyal people despite their demise, and found my daughter.

Sombra. My dear Sombra.

With the Darkness of the Nyght, I found the Light.