Chapter 2
The hallway was long, and dimly lit. Despite being a prisoner, I was still dumbfounded at the fact there was a building, right here, in the middle of nowhere. Steadily marching forward, the hallway was furnished to a minimum with many blue security lights blinking over each doorway. There were doors on either end of the hallway, but one large double door at the very end of the corridor. If luck would have had it, we kept walking straight towards the double doored room. "Turn around, face the door, and put your hands on the back of your head." Ordered Tracer. Without a doubt, I immediately complied, not wanting to make my situation any worse. Grimacing, I realized my right arm wouldn't move. "Uhhh… Right arm won't work" I said.
Tracer's hardened look softened. "Just turn around and face the doors." She said. I immediately complied. As I stared at the door, I could hear a series of beeping noises, and then the pressurized sound of the double doors sliding open. "Welcome Lena. Welcome Faze. Please enter." Said a robotic voice. Turning around, I faced Tracer to see her pistols were already holstered. "Your name is Lena? I thought your name was Tracer?" I asked. "Your name is Faze? I thought your name was… oh wait! You never told me!" She mockingly replied. "How'd you know my name?" I inquired. "Long story." Answered Tracer in a low voice. "Well, I'd quite like to hear that story." I replied in my best British accent. Both laughing, Tracer pointed at a very large table with around twelve chairs. As I started moving, a blue bubble appeared out of thin air, and started orbiting around me. "Wha!?" I said out of surprise. "Security field. You're still a prisoner, remember?" Said Tracer in a matter of fact tone. After hearing Tracer's answer perfectly audibly through the bubble, I curiously reached out, and prodded at the bubble. It was firm as a rock to the touch, but matched my every movement. Amazed, I finally put one and one together. This Overwatch group must be a band of secret service soldiers or something. 'But why here, in Canada?' I thought. Without even realizing, I had self-consciously walked all the way over to a seat, and sat down.
Heavy footsteps began to shake the room. Looking up from the table, a massive gorilla pounded its way right through the double doors. "Welcome Winston" Chirped the robotic voice once again. "Look what I found lurking through the shadows." Started Lena. "Hmm… I thought you said the area was clear, Lena? Who is this, Athena?" Growled Winston. "Faze Kalzky. Age unknown. Origin unknown. Skills unknown. Health status, critical." Declared Athena. "She's not wrong. Say, would you happen to have any food-uhhhh" I slurred. My eyes seemed to gain a thousand pounds as I struggled to keep them open. Glancing down, it looked like the bleeding had sped up again. "Athena. Get the doctor in here, NOW." Ordered Winston. Looking at the bubble I was in, it appeared funny for no apparent reason. I began laughing manically while the concerned faces of Tracer and Winston looked down at me. Consciousness began slipping in and out; my eyelids could not stay open any longer, but I did feel a strange feeling of comfort. "Spaghetti…" I said, before everything drifted away.
There was a fork in the road; I stood tall, looking down both pathways. Both pathways were identical, leading straight into the heart of an ancient looking forest. The trees grew thick, and looked hundreds of years old. Branches grew gnarled, and fought for space amongst the trees. A strong gust of wind blew leaves across the forest floor, and shook branches around, creating a groaning noise. Already decided, "Screw this." I said, and turned around the opposite way.
"Do you know where you are?" A voice called out of the darkness. Instantly, the whole forest faded away, and I was left laying on a bed, with white sheets. "Right now, on a bed." I simply answered. A slender woman, average height, with long blonde hair stood at the opposite end of the room. "I'll send you my consultation fee." Said the woman. Looking down, I was amazed to see several stitches, no bleeding, and my right arm moved once again. My eyes felt quite sensitive to light, but despite that, I could see quite normally. "Do you take MasterCard?" I asked. The door of the small room burst open. "How about some information instead, Faze?" Said Winston as he lumbered through the door, followed by Tracer. "And thank you, Mercy." Added Winston as she left the room. "Well… what do you want to know? How I found your meeting?" I questioned. "That would be a start." Said Tracer in a cheery voice. "Well… I fell off a cliff. Then I floated down a river. Then, uh…. My arm was broken, so I uh… walked a lot. Then, I crawled up a hill and saw your meeting, and here we are." I said. Crossing her arms, "Not much of a storyteller, are you?" Said Tracer, unimpressed. "Hmm… let's go back. You said you simply fell off a cliff?" Questioned Winston. "Well… er… well… I was pushed, I guess. Didn't see him though." Looking at the faces across the room, they all shared a similar, knowing look. "Well, who are you guys? The army or something?" I asked. "We are Overwatch! Surely you must have heard of us. Overwatch has saved the world from the Omnic crisis in the past." Proudly stated Winston. "Sorry. I'm afraid not much goes on from where I come from. What are Omnics?" I asked curiously. "Well… I stand corrected. Overwatch saved most of the world from the Omnic crisis. Omnics are very complex. Like you humans, there are good Omnics, and bad Omnics. Many people consider them as robots, but I assure you, they are very much alive." Explained Winston. "You don't happen to be from Russia?" Curiously asked Tracer. With a deep sigh, this was the last question I wanted to answer. Taking a deep breath, I said "No. Where I'm from, it is nothing more than a pile of ash." The room grew silent. Finally, Winston said "I know this is hard for you Faze, but you are going to need to tell us exactly where you're from. We can help you!" For a year, I had been running away from my problems, but here I was, in a room full of friends. Evasion was a talent; a talent that kept me alive somehow. "Please, Faze. We want to help you." Quietly said Tracer. My throat felt dry. There was a long pause. "They killed everyone. They attacked from the air, the ground, everywhere. Nobody helped." I said in a wavering voice. Despite my efforts, my eyes began to water. "My best friend. Turned into a pile of ash right next to me. My house, my parents, everything!" I began shaking. "But WHERE!?" Growled Winston. "TELL US WHERE?" Stammering, I stuttered "T…T….Tr…Troy." A huge weight was lifted, one word had just summed up my life. Slowly raising my eyes, I made eye contact with Tracer. Her expression looked sympathetic; I had never seen her look sad before. "Athena! Find Troy!" Instructed Winston. A screen, swiveled out of the wall. A dot slowly moved to rest upon the geographic location of Troy. "Troy. Population: 80 000. Location: Northern British Columbia, Canada. Confirmed Status: Active." Said Athena.