Alice sighed as the nurse tried to feed her again.
"This is abuse." I said as another spoon full of the hospital food was shoved into my mouth. The nurse only rolled her eyes.
"I am not the one with both hands broken." The nurse replied.
"What is it anyway? It has no taste." She repeated, looking up at the nurse. "How can that be possible?" She asked, chewing slowly on the spoonful of beans.
"Why does it have no taste?" She continued, staring blankly at the nurse. "Is there something wrong with my tongue?" She asked, confused. "Why would they put something without any flavor in it?"
"It can't be that bad." The nurse said.
"Maybe I'm just too hungry," she mumbled, pushing the empty spoon away. Alice looked down at herself, her arms were still broken. There was nothing she could do about it now. Her hair hung loosely around her face and shoulders, which made her look even more helpless than usual. She sat down in the chair, staring at the floor. She had been through so much already...
She felt like everything was hopeless. No matter what she did, she couldn't fix anything. All she wanted to do was go home, but she knew that wasn't going to happen either. She just kept sitting there, feeling depressed. Eventually, she fell asleep in the medical bed again, listening to the closing doors by the nurse.
I think we can all agree that waking up is the worst possible moment of the day.
I find relief in sleeping.
When you're sleeping, you're not sad, angry, or lonely, you feel nothing.
And It's been so long since the last time I slept.
Right at the moment when I was having actually a good dream, my body forcible wakes me up and It's time to face the harsh and way less interesting reality.
Her sight still recovering after being stuck for 2 hours under debris was working much better than before, but would glitch when the doctor's would make their routine, using a small diagnostic lamp to check her eyes. It wasn't painfull, just annoying.
She felt pain all through her body. Her arms hurt especially badly, but she didn't have any energy left to move them. She could barely even lift herself out of bed.
It took her a few minutes to realize that she was in the hospital. A nurse came in and gave her some medicine. She said she would call someone to come visit her later.
Alice looks at her hands. When she woke up the first time. The doctor told her that she needed surgery immediately or she might lost both her hands. They put her under anesthesia and operated on her hands.
Now she was in recovery.
A week after the operation, she finally started feeling better.
The doctor's were surprised when the girl explained them her family situation, obviously everything was a lie, the same thing she told to her guardian, Getrude. She gladly gave them her number.
It wasn't long before Getrude arrived in the hospital.
"Missed me much, Rudy?" Alice smirked as the old lady entered her room.
"Don't call me that, you know I hate it." Alice laughs, not regretting creating the nickname for the woman.
Getrude noticed her yellow eyes that weren't so bright as they used to be. They looked so empty, missing the happy sparks she used to have while playing around other children.
"I'm sorry about what happened..."
Alice looked at the woman as she sat on the chair next to her bed.
"I can see that you are blaming yourself, but nothing is going to get him back." She said, sighing. "You two were close, weren't you?"
Alice only nodded.
"It wasn't your fault he died, it just happened. You couldn't do anything."
"Can we not... talk about it? There is plenty of other things I would love to here than this." Alive said, looking blankly at the ceiling.
The lady smiled at her in understanding. "How are you then, Stephanie?"
"Hm, I don't know. Have you ever had broke both your hands? I don't think so, I can't even eat food myself, I have to be feed like a toddler! This is so embarrassing." She said with a chuckle.
Women's eyes softened and she took a glass of water to her hands, placing it on her lips.
"No, not you too!" She protested by moving her head but gave up and drinked the water.
"How long are they going to keep you here?"
"Dunno, about a month maybe."
Getrude sighed, remembering about something but before she was able to aske the girl, Alice cut her out.
"I am not going back to shelter..."
"What?" She looked at her confused, "What are you talking about?"
"Before I was kidnapped, Jason helped me find a small not very expensive apartament near that huge traditional temple. I have a job and enough money to start a new life."
"That's not the whole truth, isn't it?"
You can't tell her. Khai-Ja robotic voice said, now sounding more clear than when they were stuck in that building.
'Why? I have to tell someone, you know I hate lying.'
For her own protection.
"How are you doing this." Alice chuckled, "Do you have lie detector or something."
Getrude laughed, "No I just always keep a good eye for my kids, especially you, problem child."
Alice opened her mouth but closed it. She looked at her hands and the state her body was in. She was looking like a freshly pulled mummy from the tomb, only difference was that her eyes weren't covered in bandages.
"Well, I- I'm going to look for my parents."
"Steph-"
"Don't 'Steph' me now, I made my choice, I need to know them, to meet them."
Getrude sighed, pinching her nose. She knew very well when the girl made her choice there was no taking her out of it, she was as stubborn as her 8 year son. She felt a smile creep along her face. She stood up, patting top of Alice's head. She didn't notice how she flinched at the contact or just ignored it.
Alice on the other hand was freaking out inside her mind.
Stop panicking. She's just petting your head, not choking you. Khai-Ja explained.
"Let's say: if you would be able to find them, what would you do? What if they don't remember you or... they're dead?"
"Then I'm gonna make them remember. And if they're dead then... I don't know. Atleast I will know who I am."
She was to continue but a knock on the door made them stop. The same two police officers entered the room and I internally groaned, knowing very well that they must have eavesdrop and that another agonizing hour of the same questions is going to begin.
They have been coming here to question her about the kidnapping, what happened there, who was the doctor and do I know who killed him? And I would always say the same thing. The same story.
My eyes stared blankly at the corpse of the doctor. At the blood which flowed and ran freely from the dead body. From the body of the man I killed.
There was no revulsion
There was no guilt.
There was no sense of strange anquish.
I had killed someone, and yet, all I could feel about the entire experience was...
Dissatisfaction.
I found myself laughing without even realizing I was doing it.
The officers probably think that everything that had happened must have broke me.
I laughed at the ludicrous nature of it all. At the perfect cinematic victory, at the sick realization of a certain moment in the comic history that broke everyone, the scene that was so unexpected that they added it to the movie adaptation. Gwen's Stacy death.
Broken neck.
The spider web.
And the power of graviti.
This world... full of superheroes and supervillains but without any magical abilities or glowing green rings-
The only super things about those people you would find would be their guns and army of omnic destroying villages and cities.
It was a nightmare. A nightmare designed to make everyone crazy. A nightmare that had sentient robots, aliens, and genetic modified soldiers.
And this nightmare was now my reality.
I laughed at the odd, now absolutely insane fact, that few weeks ago, I coukd not even shoplift, and now, I had commited murder. This time without scarab's influence but with my own free choice.
Isn't it funny?
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It's been months but with the exercises and rest, my hands functionality returned and with that I was able to return to my job.
Alice had quickly finished unpacking, being efficient with her time as well as having very little to unpack.
She sat at her desk, one of her old photos laid out before her. She stared at it for many minutes, not moving a single inch. Her eyes glanced at her hands, they were covered in many new scars from the incident and the ones that were created due to the operation in the hospital.
Her mind was racing, thinking about a swarm of things. Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand.
Moving it forward with the intention of touching the photo of her brother's. Her hand started shaking, fingers twitching.
What if they don't remember you? Or worse they're dead?
Her breathing grew more erratic. Beads of sweat started dripping from her temples. She tightly shut her eyes, unable to stand it anymore. She swept her hands across the desk, throwing everything off of it.
What if they abandoned you?
The sound of glass shattering echoed through the empty room.
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Sakura immediately noticed that there was something wrong with Alice. Her words didn't have their usual bite to them.
In fact, she sounded almost... exhausted.
Sakura's frown deepened. Looking over her shoulder, she could see Alice back turned to her, working on something. She turned her attention back to the omnic arm laying on the ground in fron of her, grabbing it and taking out some wires that needed to be replaced. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud crashing sound coming from behind Alice.
Sakura noticed how Alice was more cautious about her surroundings, always tense whenever they needed to go buy more parts. She would always ask her to go in front, because she prefers to be behind, but of course it was because Alice just wanted to keep a good look at her friend. So if anything would to happen, she would be able to help her.
Alice sighed annoyed standing up. One of her inventions was on the ground, pieces of it flung about. It looked like it had shattered when it came into contact with the floor.
"What happened?" Alice tensed at her friend voice and turned around to look at her.
She was holding a broken car battery.
"Just a minor technical difficulty." Alice responded immediately. It looked anything but minor, Sakura argued in her head. It didn't look like the machine malfunctioned.
Alice put the battery on the desk, her hands visibly shaking.
"Sometimes my hands just start to hurt for no reason and shake uncontrollably. With how badly they were broken, causing internal bleeding, and having the jagged bones stick out of my skin." Alice said, putting the battery on the desk. "It has been happening after the surgery, and this hasn't stopped to this day."
Sakura stared into her eyes. They were blank, giving her no indication of her real feelings. She frowned, how is she supposed to help her when she dosen't know what is causing those changes.
Alice glanced at her hands and sighed. "I don't think I can work like this anymore."
"What?"
"I just can't do it anymore. I can barely hold a screwdriver without making things worse. I am supposed to build and fix support items, not to break them even more."
Alice has already spoke about her problem with Sakura's father. He was surprised at first and protested but she just couldn't stay. After their talk, mr. Kenzo gave her some money and said that when she's always welcome to return. Today is her last day here.
"I'm leaving. Changing a job, something that won't require to use both my hands a lot." Alice repeated more clearly.
"Stephanie, I undertand you're struggling but think about it, there's not a lot of jobs that would hire a 16 year old."
"Don't worry about me, I already have everything planned." Alice began to pack her things to her backpack. "There is still one thing left I have to do." She smiled, a honest smile. A smile that a person like her shouldn't even be able to put.
A fake smile.
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Alice sat on the rooftop of the small grocery shop, watching a certain person. One of her previous guardians, mr. Morrison.
He was in the middle of eating his lunch. He seemed to enjoy it very much, it must be his favorite.
She narrowed her eyes at him.
He looked so peaceful, so relaxed. Anyone who met him would see him as a gentle, old, and handsome gentleman.
Not an assistant of the person that have been kidnapping children inside this shelter.
She did send the evidence to the police. Every photo, every recording amd every document and the doctor's family and personel information she could gather. Every man that worked for him had been exposed in a one single file.
But she didn't send everything, she kept few interesting facts for herself and only herself. Just as she didn't added mr. Morrison data to the file. So police had no evidence leading to him working with the doctor.
Why you ask?
It's simple. They would put him to jail for many years but that's it, this is what they call "justice".
I don't see it as justice.
What's the point of catching and punishing the criminals by sending them to the prison if they still can come back on the streets after some time. It's like sending them on vacation.
Although Khai-Ja's mind did well to prevent that I would not truly go insane, not have my mind shatter from stress of horrific realizations, and would instead function optimally.
But.
We need a bit of madness to survive in a mad world like this.
Instead I finally realized the somewhat humorous situation I found myself, to the life I found myself, and to the world I found myself. It was hilarious, the level of danger inherent in it, the level of chaos and insanity.
It was all just too damned funny.
The minimap of the whole shelter clearly displayed that there was only one red dot in the office, while the other dots were all gathered on the first floor.
I yawned, looking at the time.
A wide smile crept on my face as glanced at my right hand.
Of course, I could just jump through his window and give a good talk about how much I hate him and bla bla, but why would I do that? To understand why he was working with a man that has been kidnapping children and torturing them for his own purposes? No, I already know everything about the man eating in that office. I know that he did all of that because of money, yes money. I wonder if he had any second thoughts when the doctor offered him the job...
Hm? Dosen't matter.
'Activate plasma cannon.' Her right hand formed into a weapon only known to exist in the world of fiction to humans.
Of course Alice made sure to lower the power of it, enough to kill the man but not strong enough to destroy the whole building. As much as the cannon is a great weapon, there's still many problem with it, like how loud it is and how much damaga it can cause if not careful, I yet don't really know how to create smaller and more common weapons like simple shotgun. A sniper for example would be better to use now than a weapon that can explode a whole building.
We can't have more innocent children die, can't we?
The triangle aimed perfect at the male's head, reacting to his every little move.
I stared as the bullet flew through the window, hitting the target perfectly. There was a small explosion as his head and... body exploded, limbs flying in different directions. I honesty didn't expect him to explode but well, It's good to know.
Dissatisfaction. Again.
Would it change anything if I killed him earlier when Khai-Ja was warning me? Probably no.
The male had probably not even seen the bullet coming. He would probably find himself in the afterlife, with a mix of confusion and uncertainty as how he got there.
There was the last thing I needed to do.
Getting inside the building, I make my way unnoticed to the closed office room that has been restricted to enter by anyone.
'Okay, can we cut through it quietly, like with a laser or something?'
Affirmative.
Placing her index finger on the lock, few black vines entered it.
I do not detect any threat inside the room. Still stay alerted.
The door opened. Everything was black but that wasn't a problem for her. You probably would think that this one of those villain secret room that lead to their hideout but no, It's just a huge generator that provides energy to the whole shelter. Placing her hand on the machine, she let's the Scarab do It's thing. It wasn't long before Khai-Ja drained it empty, causing all the electricity in the building to go off.
Climbing at the same rooftop, she glances back the shelter. When she said to her friends and Getrude that she's going to keep visiting them. That was a lie. Today, the real mission begins.
'It's for their own protection.' She repeated.
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You're fired!
You're fired!
You're fired!
Alice groaned for the thirteenth time. For the past week, she has been looking for a job that would not require to use both her hands so often or atleast not for a hard work. And when she finally finds one, well...
Fired!
It's like It's everyone's favorite word nowadays. It's getting annoying. It's not she is the worst in the job. There was a job where these coworkers were not doing their job properly and they would drag the poor girl, and when they break something, they would blame her which would be the end of the line.
She flopped on her couch, exhausted.
Your stress levels elevated for the past 2 minutes, sleep?
"Not now, Khai-Ja." Alice sighed.
She does have enough money to survive for 3 months but then what? She needs to find a job asap or she'll lose her apartament and ends up homeless again.
She chuckled. Not happening.
Alice looked up at the window. The sky was clear and it was warm and nice. People seemed to like the nice weather too because they were swarming the park and the streets.
And there it is: The Hanamura Castle, her next target.
But that's for another chapter.
"So, what to do, what to do." She mumbled looking at her list.
She didn't have a lot of furnitures, only a lamp, mattress as bed and food, a lot of food. And... a cactus in a pot.
She has also found a junkyard and decided to have fun and bring everything she can fit into her backpack and Khai-Ja's inventory. Now she had a moutain of broken and old machines in her bedroom, taking most of her free space but she dosen't mind. It wasn't long until the whole apartament was more looking like a dump. Alice's smaller, inner room was even more untidy than her kitchen, but among the masses of books and broken machines, and papers covered with her terrible handwriting, was laying a small device. Alice carefully extracted the blade, bracer and mechanism, which she had previously wrapped in the towels.
She has been working on upgrading Khai-Ja's weaponary system. It's not that they were bad, this mechanism is old- very old- but It's very sophisticated as well, and its construction is ahead I would say even of our time. Alice tried in vain to put the pieces of machinery back together but failed.
"I don't know, Khai-Ja," She said. "I've certainly never seen anything like it. But I'm afraid there's little I can do without the original plans."
Suddenly everything appeared in her vision. The hologram of the weapon, and every information she needed was around it.
"Woah- t- that's very complicated... and dangerous, are you sure I can do this?"
Don't worry. It won't explode, the only thing that can happen is you getting a small cut from the blade during your work. I advise you to wear gloves.
She turned her attention to the device and placed the broken blade and bracer to one side.
"No way..." She muttered, moving the hologram around. "This looks almost like the blades from Assassin's Creed game!"
She set to work, drawing the blade, bracer and mechanism towards her. She dug out a toolbox from under the table, set up a vice, and quietly became absorbed in her work.
An hour passed, two and the girl kept working. The room was filled with warm fug and gentle sounds of tapping and scrapping as Alice worked.
Alice wiped away the sweat and dirt from her forehead and hands. The dagger blade, fully restored, had been fitted into the strange mechanism, which in turn was fixed to the bracer. Everything was polished and looked as if it had just been made, but nothing shone.
She looked back the sketches, making sure that everything was attached perfectly.
"Why not?" Alice asked while putting the towel away.
Anything which shines glints in the sun, and that's a dead giveaway. Khai-Ja said.
Alice picked up the weapon and hefted it in her hands. It was light, but the strong blade was perfectly balanced on it. Alice had never seen anything like it. A spring-loaded dagger that she could conceal above her wrist. All she had to do was flex her hand and the blade would spring out, ready to slash or stab as It's user desired.
It looked like a copy of the blade from the Assassin's Creed series but with a mix of modern technology, and that it was connected to the alien race- whatever they were called...
This is the first prototype version of the energy blades. Scarab hummed. It was never finished and added to my system: there was apperently supposed to be a chlorine trifluoride inside the blade, so the user could practicaly burn any surface.
"A what?"
The most flammable substance ever made by man, that can set fire to literally anything it touches. My own technological resources are limited so I prefer for you to use your homeworld sources than mine. But I've made one or two adjustments, so you can keep all your fingers intact.
Alice froze, "What do you mean?"
The blade comes out well clear of them, and I've added a hilt that flips out when the blade's extended. All you have to do is remember to keep them splayed as it's coming out. So you can keep your finger. But you might like to wear gloves when you use it – the blade is keen.
Alice was too fascinated to really care about the fact that she can lose her fingers while using that.
Glancing at her computer she sighed, there is no way she can do this here, they would find her immediately. She needed to find a place with free access to computers, a public place specifically.
Now, that she was thinking about it, Hanamura seemed more. What's the word? Too in peace? There's not at least a day goes by with people not shoving each other, or running people over. It's too nice.
She figured that most crimes are probably happening at night, like the Hashimoto problem. A criminal organization that has been terrorising Japan for many years.
They remind a lot of Falcon Family from Dc comics.
They have influence in nearly every city in Japan.
Alice shook her head remembering her inner conversation with no one but herself. Become a hero? Girl, you are a wanted murderer, It's too risky...
Excuses. Excuses. And more excuses.
Should I? Shouldn't I?
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Alice walked through the city, ignoring all the interesting looking stores, she wasn't the type to just barge into a random and waste money for no purpose.
But she had a target in her mind, a perfect place to start the phase 1 of her plan.
The door rang as she entered. The whole place was very unique. She liked it a lot.
I came here to do something so stupid, so illegal that I'm pretty sure after that, the whole world will be on my tail.
No, I'm not kidding.
But now I couldn't tear my eyes away from the old, vintage books that sat proudly displayed near the window.
'Maybe... the mission can wait, we still have whole day-'
Alice Smith, confine your thoughts to the mission.
Alice groaned internally at Khai-Ja's words.
Looking around the library, she spotted the computers. There were few children playing solitaire on them. Taking a seat next to one, she scanned the device, it definitely wasn't one of those new modern versions but rather a very old one. She turned it on, looking around if anyone was watching her. Writing in the search engine "Overwatch" main website, that only workers of the organization can log in.
Now this is where the fun begins.
...Scanning.
Place your index finger near the computer.
Placing her finger on the machine, she felt Khai-Ja connecting with the device, black viben spreading and entering the inside of the machine. Her eyes glew brighter, as the scarab began to transfer to her every information it was able to gather from the public website. Then it stopped, for a few minutes Khai-Ja was quiet and then a strong wave of electricity went through her body as Khai-Ja entered the classified files, the things that the public eye was never supposed to see. And now those files were downloading into her mind. Frozen in the place, I couldn't move as dozen of information was transfered to me in mere attoseconds. Essentially, when my hand was finally free, my jaw was froze open, a merely visible buff of smoke was flying out. Shaking my head to clear all the informations that were displayed on the Khai-Ja's view, I stood up and examined the computer. It was smoking, Khai-Ja's must have fried It's processor and delete everything for the device to look this way.
They have detected my interference in their systems- they know your exact location. We have exactly 30 minutes before their man will arrive.
Immediately she stormed out of the room, not looking back if anyone saw her.
'Did you take care of the cameras?'
Of course.
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It was a normal day at Overwatch headquarters when suddenly the alarm went off. The screen in front of Jack Morrison, showed a warning message that read "System breach detected." Jack sprang up from his seat and quickly made his way to the control room. Jack sprang up from his seat and quickly made his way to the control room.
"What's going on?" Jack asked, his voice filled with concern.
"We've been hacked," replied one of the tech specialists.
"All of our classified files have been stolen," another technician added.
Jack felt his heart sink. The thought of all of Overwatch's secrets being leaked to the wrong hands was a nightmare. He knew that they had enemies out there who would stop at nothing to bring them down.
Gabriel Reyes, stormed into the control room, his face twisted in anger. "Who did this?" he demanded.
"We're not sure yet," one of the technicians replied. "But we're trying to track the source."
"We need to act fast," Jack said, his mind racing with possibilities. "We can't let this information fall into the wrong hands."
Gabriel nodded in agreement. "I'll gather a team and we'll start working on damage control. Jack, I need you to work with the tech team to find out how this breach happened and how we can prevent it from happening again in the future." "Understood," Jack replied, his mind already racing with ideas on how to track down the hacker and secure their systems. He knew that they had to act fast if they were going to salvage the situation and protect Overwatch's secrets. Gabriel left the control room with a sense of urgency, leaving Jack and the tech team to work on finding out more about the breach. They started analyzing the logs and tracing the hacker's IP address, trying to find any clues that could lead them to the culprit. Jack couldn't believe that someone had managed to breach their systems. Overwatch had some of the most advanced security measures in the world, and yet here they were, dealing with a massive breach of their classified files. He knew that they couldn't afford to let their guard down, not even for a second. They had to be vigilant and stay one step ahead of their enemies at all times.After hours of intense work, the tech team finally managed to track down the hacker's location. They were able to pinpoint the source of the breach to a remote location in Hanamura. Jack immediately contacted Gabriel and informed him of the situation. "I'll take care of it," Gabriel said, his voice filled with determination. "I'll assemble a team and we'll head to Japan to apprehend the hacker and recover our files." Jack watched as Gabriel walked out of the control room, feeling a sense of relief knowing that they were taking action to fix the situation. He knew that Gabriel was one of the best operatives they had, and he trusted that he would get the job done. Jack couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration that someone had managed to breach their systems. He knew that they had to be more careful in the future and take extra precautions to prevent this from happening again. But for now, all he could do was wait and hope that Gabriel and his team would be able to catch the hacker and recover their files.
Reyes slammed the door open, gaining his team attention. Maybe not everyone.
He was dressed in similiar black clothing like every Blackwatch agent, with few expections. Cowboy boots propped on the coffee table in front of him. A dark cowboy hat sat next to him.
Commander immediately walked to him and hit his head not so gently, causing the young man to wake up. "McCree, lazy day's over. We've got a job to do."
Gabriel didn't give him any chances to ask any questions, "Go get the ninja, we're going to Hanamura."
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Alice sat up on her mattress, waiting for the files to finish downloading to her laptop that she found in the trash near the library and managed to fix. The device itself wasn't broken that much, only the screen was shattered and inside of it was floded with water.
Her fingers kept tapping the the edge of the keyboard as she waited. The screen was showing 97%
Yes, she could have seen it in the Scarab's vision but she wanted to try something different.
It wasn't easy to infiltrate their systems, hacking through firewalls and encryption codes. For her it felt like hours while for people around her only 2 minutes passed. She has been planning this the first she heard about Overwatch but didn't believed it was actually possible. And finally, she had reached the jackpot.
As her laptop beeped to signal that the download was complete, Alice couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her.She had obtained every single file on Overwatch, from their mission reports to their classified data on Talon and their agents. Yes, Talon. Another terrorist organization.
But as she began to sift through the data, something caught her eye. A folder marked "Members" stood out amongst the others. Alice opened it, and her heart raced as she scrolled through the names and faces of every Overwatch agent.
Some she recognized, like Jack Morrison, the head of Overwatch, but others she had never heard of. Who were these people, and how had they managed to evade her all this time?
But that wasn't the only thing that caught her attention. As she continued to dig through the files, she stumbled upon another folder marked "Blackwatch". Alice's heart raced as she clicked on it, unsure of what she might find. As she scrolled through the data, Alice couldn't believe what she was seeing. Blackwatch was an Overwatch covert ops division, responsible for carrying out dangerous missions that the organization couldn't publicly endorse. She had heard rumors of their existence, but she never imagined that they were real.
And then she saw the names of the agents assigned to Blackwatch - Gabriel Reyes, Jesse McCree, Moira O'Deorain and... Genji Shimada?
Alice's mind raced as the implications of what she had found hit her.
Or she could just blackmail them or sell the files to whoever gives more. Just joking.
Is this how power feels like? I mean, she literally has every possible information on every person working for them as their secrets. Everything, their family, their history, crimes, everything.
She knew that she could never return to her previous life, but she was content knowing that the knowledge she had gathered could potentially help save lives.
Alice's heart was racing as she read through the descriptions of each agent, she couldn't believe the incredible skills and abilities they possessed.
Alice was in awe of the sheer power and talent that Overwatch and Blackwatch had at their disposal. But she knew that with this information, she had the potential to cause chaos and destruction. She had to be careful, and decide what she was going to do with this knowledge. For now, she continued reading through the files, taking notes on each agent and their abilities. She knew that this information could be valuable to the right people, but she also knew the consequences of being caught. If Overwatch found out about her, she would be in serious trouble. She couldn't let her curiosity get the best of her, she had to be smart about what she did next. Alice closed the files and took a deep breath. She knew that she couldn't keep this information to herself forever. She had to do something with it. But what? She pondered this question for a while, weighing the pros and cons of each option.
But nothing came to her mind. If she would do share those files, there is no certainty that those people wouldn't sell them the first chance they got their hands on them.
"Khai-Ja? Secure the files and make sure that no one but only me and you are able to access them."
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Alice wasn't sure what really lead her to end up in this situation.
"Screw flight training, I'm going Batman Arkham this shit!"
Alice bend down to her knees before take a leap off the building. She has been experimenting on her new bird-like wings and decided to take a leap of faith or it was what she planned at first. Her both wings felt like a part of her body that wasn't supposed to be there, like a unwanted limb. But her body has been slowly adjusting to them and Alice started to used them more often.
Police siren were heard everywhere, blue and red surround the area of an abandoned building. Many officers were currently escorting civilians from the building, most of them were female ranging from 15 to 20 in age, some of them even older. They were crying in fear and joy from being saved not by heroes but her.
Just then a black police car came up and outstep two most prominent figures of the police force.
Yuto Yamamoto and Akira Sasaki, Japanse best police captain and detective. These two are the best of the best as the work they do in the field. An officer ran up to them and salute.
"Detective, Captain, never thought we see you arrive soon."
"What do we got?"
"W- well... we managed to save the girls and women that been hold captive. They were scared but none of them unharmed."
"And the people inside?"
"They- they're dead sir... expect for those that had been beaten to a pulp are currently being carried away in the stretcher."
Akira turns to see many young man carried away, these are the rich brats working for one and only leader of the Hashimoto.
(Did Blizzard showed Hashimoto's leader name? Because I couldn't find anything. Is he even important in the lore?)
"Hashimoto again?" Yuto said, turning to Akira.
"And it seems we have another vigilante running around." She said.
"She seems angry..."
"That's usually her when she's doing her job, but this is different." He takes out from his mouth a cigarette and throws it to the trash.
"She hates when someone takes the law on their hands."
Yuto and Akira walked in as the crew were cleaning the massacre that was left behind. Thugs, bodyguards were beaten up to death, some even got their head shoved through wall. Body parts were everywhere, it looked like they exploded, but the most disgusting one is the leader. He was hanging upside down by some wires that cut deep into the flesh, some of his teeth were missing.
"Well, the bastard deserved it, he had it coming from what I read from his record and history."
"Indeed, but still It's brutal and inhumaine to do something like this. Let's split up and cover more ground and see if we can find anything."
Both police authorities seperate in order to find more clues. Yet, what they didn't know is that from a distance a figure with red eyes watched from the shadows.
"Report Genji, did you find anything?"
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Alice, can we get ramen?
"There's food at home and I just done picking up groceries."
But they are releasing the new chicken mix with extra cheese in it!
"...Fine, but only one portion."
And that's how Alice found herself sitting at Rikimaru's, a very popular ramen shop next to the castle.
Alice sighed, going outside truly helped her calm her nerves and focus on the bright sides, but how did her scarab managed to get her to go to that shop was a miracle. See, Alice wasn't a social butterfly, no, she hated interacting with people. If she could, she would rather stayed in her apartament, she called home, than being stuck here. Luckily for her, people here were focused on other things than staring at her, specifically her face that was covered in big and small scars, the most noticeable one was the scar on her left eye, it was long, ending to her nose.
'How do you even know about this place?'
It's in your head. Memories are all dark and fuzzy, scattered like puzzle pieces but I have managed to fill some empty spaces. You were coming here to eat very often, sometimes with your brothers, but mostly alone.
'That's good to know, I guess.'
Alice smiles as she continues to eat, using the chopsticks.
Now that I think about it... The human food is not as bad as I thought, there are few expections thought.
'Didn't know you can taste food.'
I didn't know either. I have been off-mode for many, many, many, many and many years, not being able to do anything, even think! And now, I'm here, in this world that I don't know anything about, It's all new to me.
There is so much I want to do, to try. So much food to taste and more!
She chuckled, 'Seems like we both don't know anything about our previous lives. So I am what, your guide now?'
Let's not think about it that much, happy thoughts, Alice, you're destroying the taste of the ramen with your sorrowful thoughts.
'Sorry...'
Boom!!! All of a sudden an explosion could be felt from miles. Her eyes ponder towards the window and widened at the giant ball of flame erupt from the centre of the city.
'Oh, come on! It's not even night yet.'
Are we... going?
'I don't know, that looks serious, and remember what happened last time?'
You lost control and went berserk.
'We can't have that happen again.'
Another explosion went on.
Sigh, 'Alright, let's do this, one last time-'
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Masked people ran out of the burning bank that was just rob by a group of thugs that somehow managed to built themselves bombs, a lot of bombs. What they didn't know was how big would the explosion be, it was only supposed to help them access the safe, but now everything was in flames, even money.
A gateaway car could be seen driving out of the flaming bank wildly and steering around.
"GO GO!!"
"I'm tryin Boss! But there are cars everywhere!"
"Then bash through them!"
The driver nodded and pressed on the pedal. The tires quickened and charged through every vehicle possible, casusing chaos.
"Holy shit! They are heading straight for the barrier! Brace for impacts!" The officer yelled as the car was about half way a black web appeared out of nowhere and covered the main window of the vehicle, blinding the driver.
"What the hell?!"
The car began to lose control, losing one tire in the process. Sparkes appeared in the place of the missing tire as it began to catch on fire. The driver panicking turned the steering wheel to the left, now the car was driving in insane speed towards a small restaurant. Suddenly, as the car flew towards the building, it was stopped by someone who created a web-like trap, catching the car within its sticky threads.
The robbers panicked and jumped out of their vehicle, which was now stuck in the sticky material in the air, resembling a typical spider web trap for bugs.
The cops that were in the area raised their guns, expecting a shooting to happen. Just as they did it, the thugs screamed as someone webbed them together to the ground.
The authorities looked surprised before immediately pointing their guns at the unknown character that was sitting and staring at then on the wall.
"A lovely day for some money grab eh guys?" A female like omnic voice said, waving towards the officers in a friendly way.
"We aren't paid enough for this shit!" One of the thugs said.
"Get off the wall with both your hands up!" One of the officers yelled, Alice only tilting her head a him before laughing.
"No, thank you, I like freedom!" Alice extended her hand and swing away, leaving the yelling cops. But what she didn't realized is that her black and golden scheme caught the eyes of someone wearing a cowboy hat.
"Well i be damned that's interesting"
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Back to Alice we can see her landing clumsily on the rooftop before climbing back to her room through the window.
"That was one heck of a ride." The owl mask melted back into her skin and the rest of the armor.
"Ah, another job well done Khai-Ja!" She grinned to herself.
You too, Alice Smith. She patted the centre of her back, what? She's gotta to talk with someone, even if that someone is probably the most dangerous and powerful weapon on this planet, plus It's an alien. How often you got to work with an alien?
She then proceeded to take out a bunch of tools she may or not have picked from the trash. But hey! They where still useful! People just don't know how to use them.
Placing it on another table with a bunch of other trinkets, she turned of the lamp and got to work.
Sleep? What sleep?