You glared at Widow. Your eyes locked, you knew she got the 'Die.' message from your eyes. She turned behind her to the sound of a door opening. She snapped her head back quickly and you almost jumped out of you skin at the sudden softness her eyes. She flashed you an apologetic face that pleaded 'sorry'. But it was gone as soon as it came when Reaper pounded into the room. Widow turned and nodded blankly to Reaper and left.
You stared at him whilst he worked on unbuckling your from the chair. You observed the way he moved sharply and aggressively, like he was constantly irritated. He finished unbinding you and you placed a hand on your wrist, cringing at the pins and needles of blood returning to your hands. Reaper straightened again and looked back at you. You both sat there for a while, curiosity painting your face, mask covering his.
"What are you looking at?" He grumbled in an agitated tone. Reapers face turned to the side and he crossed his arms.
"If you want to cover your face so bad," he shifted at the mention of his face, "why do you have so many holes in your mask?" You questioned, pointing a finger at him. He scoffed, a higher pitch than his normal voice. Did….Did he just laugh? You were stunned. You sat there in shock before realizing you were sitting with your gob open, staring at him and turned to look in window reflection. One cheek was cherry pink, the other swollen slightly. You pulled up your top trying to find where WidowMaker kicked you. A deep purple mark smiled back at you from your stomach, Reaper grumbled at the sight of it. You raised an eyebrow at him, curious as to why a well-known murderer was interested in your injuries. He just turned away,
"Follow me, agent."
You trailed behind Reaper closely down the same dead hall and past the room you woke up in. You were shocked to see that a simple turn of a corner lead you to a much livelier place. There were a few guards, standing and chatting, a man walking briskly down the hall with another tablet in hand like the recruiter had, but what really got your attention was the huge window on the left side of the hall. It looked down upon a courtyard of people. They were all wearing black T-shirts and black pants; Women wore yoga pants, men wore loose sweatpants. Your eyes quickly landed on yet another purple lady. She stood out like a fly in drink wearing all that colour. The woman stood in front of everyone, screaming what you guessed were commands because people quickly shifted into a line. The sky was grey and it wasn't snowing. Where am I?
You and Reaper turned another corner, before he abruptly stopped in front of a door. You tried not to walk straight into him but ended up just placing your hands on his back. He gave you a threatening side eye. Maybe it was a curious side eye, he was wearing a mask. He stepped aside and you took it as cue to step up to the door. You stood there expectantly but nothing happened. Reaper tutted impatiently and roughly grabbed your wrist. His claws dug right into your skin and you hissed in pain. He jerked your hand towards a scanner next to the door and placed your hand on it. His grip loosened slightly. A light 'beep' came from the scanner and the door slid open. You tore your hand from his grip, rubbing at the scratches his edge-fingers gave you. You frowned at him and entered the room, Reaper following. It was a semi decent sized room! There was a double bed that looked significantly more expensive than the single hospital bed you woke up to, a large dresser, storage and a door you assumed to be the shower room and toilet. It made you think of your early recruit days in Overwatch, you had jumped into the room, bubbling with excitement, now you stood here in anger. What had Jack made you do? Your lips pursed, with clenched fists. Join a terrorist organization that you spent years fighting. Your breathing quickened. What had he done to you? You felt anger filled tears at your eyes and quickly held your breath. You were too tired to start breaking down again so you cleared your head and spun around to take in the room. You stopped at the sight of Reaper still present, watching your reaction silently.
"Stay here," he ordered you.
He returned with an ice pack and a tube of medicine. You sat on the edge of the bed and he joined too. Apparently he was going to treat you. You tilted to face him and waited. He carefully unscrewed the cap on the tube, those damn claws making everything fidgety. The sight of his hands reminded you of the claw marks on your wrist and you flipped your hand to see the cuts. You traced a finger over them, smearing the blood seeping out.
"Sorry," Reaper almost whispered. You jumped and looked at him weirdly. Did a cold psychopath just say sorry for scratching me? He pushed some of that mysterious medicine out of the tube, it glowed a neon yellow. Reaper squeezed some of it on his finger pad and carefully spread it on your wrist. You breathed slowly, feeling very uncomfortable at how intimate this felt. Once he was done stroking that into your wrist he got more and reached for your cheek. Your panic levels soared at the sight of Gabriel standing at the end of the bed, arms crossed and glaring at Reaper. He always was the jealous type. You wrenched your head back and Reaper seized up. You gulped and breathed hard. You tugged your head from the static in your ears and chuckled nervously.
"Not with those claws," You tried to justify. Reaper relaxed and took off his glove. His hands were big, and looked rough. His skin was bleached with blotches of darker skin scattered across his hand. His cuticles where a dark grey and his knuckles were littered with cuts. Even if they were just his hands, he was ugly. You tried your best to hide your thoughts from showing, it seemed to work by the absence of a reaction on Reapers side. He put more liquid sunshine on his finger and reached for your face again. You wrestled yourself in your mind to remain calm. You have no more excuses. You argued. His hand brushed lightly on your cheek, too delicate for such a big, aggressive man. Gabriel was at the foot of the bed again, huffing and shaking his head. I'm sorry. You told him mentally. Your breathe was picking up again, you darted your eyes around looking for something to distract yourself with. Your eyes drifted to Reapers discarded glove.
"Aren't those spikes a safety hazard to you?," You asked with nervous giggles. He stopped, dropping his hand away from your cheek to look at his glove.
'Watch it," he growled. You gave him a shrug and a smirk. Your heart ached at your resemblance to Gabe. Reaper's mask lingered on you for a bit.
You glanced around nervously, reluctantly being dragged away by Commander Morrison. Your pleading eyes met Gabriel's, he just shrugged at you. You frowned like a child at him as the door cut your view and Commander Morrison pulled you around the corner. You turned to see a pink-faced Morrison, smiling at you. His crystal blue eyes were inching down you, lower and lower. Commander Morrison had organized a get together after work with Gabriel. You almost had a heart attack when Commander Reyes came to ask you to join them during break. You were anxious to drink next to your bosses, but how could you refuse that handsome face? You had shown up in a tight-fitting shirt and yoga pants, also quite skin tight. You weren't going for anything skimpy, but you definitely wanted to leave a good impression on Commander Reyes, maybe even blue eyes.
Commander Morrison hadn't let go of your hand, and his touch made your skin itch. He returned his gaze to your face, done analyzing your body.
"I'm sure you get this a lot, but you're pretty," he said quietly. His low, grumbling voice intruded your ears and wracked your head. The strong alcohol in his breath almost made you cough. Commander Morrison raised a suggestive eyebrow at you and your face burned.
"Thank you, Commander, but you're quite drunk." You chuckled and leaned against the wall beside the door. Jack took a small step towards you, his beautiful posterboy face making you shaky.
"Just 'cuz I'm drunk doesn't mean you're not pretty," He said painfully slowly. You hugged your sides and looked away from his gaze. You sat there in silence for a bit, staring at the foot of the door. A soft hand held your chin and turned you back to Commander Morrison. He was close to you- too close. Commander Morrison placed a hand on your back and rubbed circles into it.
"Commander?" Before you could protest, his ocean eyes were zooming close to you. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to yours. You just gawked at him, trying to collect your thoughts. He turned his head gave your lip a bite. You tried to shout for him to stop but he just took the chance to invite his tongue into your mouth. The feeling made you cringe and you placed a hand on his chest, trying to push him. He just pushed back, hand coming off your back to try and lift your leg up to his waist. Your back was pressed against the wall, you couldn't move. Your shouts died in his mouth, and Commander Morrison was too drunk to acknowledge them. Your fighting increased when the door slid open.
"Fine, I'll save your ass, but just this…" Out of the corner of your eyes you saw the feet of Gabriel. They stopped suddenly, facing you and Commander Morrison. You could hardly breathe, and Commander Morrison looked like he wanted to eat faces for a while. You pushed Commander Morrison's chest harder, but he didn't budge. Jack, what have you done! Your heart fell when the footsteps quickly walked away, disappearing out of view down the hall. You almost cried when the thudding faded into the sound of Jack trying to kiss you. So much for my good impression, you laughed at yourself. That's it. Now he's never going to like me. In desperation to get out of this situation fast you kicked Jack away from you. His lips tore away from yours. He stumbled back, face not hiding his hurt.
"I-I'm sorry, I…" You couldn't finish the sentence. You dashed down the hall, preparing your explanation in your head.
You clamped your eyes tight and groaned. You felt a sharp prick at your cheek and tore your head back. You finally opened your eyes As the white turned to purple you sat up. Gabriels face faded quickly and you jumped at the sight of someone new. It was the lady from the courtyard, leaning above you. You sat up and she stepped back. You took in her odd appearance. She was wearing a dark grey coat that looked like it had a really loose turtleneck. Everyone dresses weird here. Her arms were covered in a purple to blue gradient skin-tight suit. Gloves covered her hands, those long nails showing through the end. Wires ran from her fingers into her coat and you noticed parts of her were glowing. She looked, electronic. Her hair was parted from the side, a black to purple, to white ombre on it The other side of her hair was shaved, circular patterns on it. She gave you a questioning look at your staring.
"I love your hair," You commented. She smiled and extended a friendly hand.
"Sombra, nice to meet you," Her dark purple eyes flashed under the light.
"Y/n," You replied. Her grip was hard.
"I've been sent to come get you for testing," she said, you nodded an acknowledgement. You stood up and cracked your joints.
"You're lucky you don't have to go through starter training, it's the worst one," she exclaimed happily, "but unfortunate you still have to go through testing." Her face dropped, and you sighed. She went back to digging under her nails. You noticed a set of clothes on the end of the bed and pointed at them questioningly. Sombra nodded and sat on the bed, back facing you. You started pulling your shirt over your head.
"You know, your relationship with Reyes got you kicked up to top of class, they expect a lot from you." Sombra said nonchalantly. You turned to face her, halfway through pulling the yoga pants. She was smiling devilishly at peaking your interest. She looked menacing, the shadows in her face accentuated under the light. She tilted her head to the side and played with her nails again.
"Looks like your dead boyfriend did do you some good," You sat there in disbelief at her words. You pulled on the yoga pants and stomped your feet into your shoes.
"How much do you know about me?" You growled, holding your jaw tight. Sombra stood up and walked towards you. She laughed,
"I'm a hacker, cielo. I know everything about everyone." She grinned, tapping your nose before spinning on her heels. You blinked at her and chased her out the door.
Sombra took you down a flight of stairs and towards the courtyard. The door opened and you were greeted with a dozen curious faces. You kept a neutral face and followed sombra outside, trying to ignore all the eyes on you. It wasn't warm, but it wasn't cold. You definitely weren't in Switzerland anymore. You swallowed the building panic in you and turned back to Sombra. But almost regurgitated that anxiety when you saw Widowmaker and Reaper in the corner, Widowmaker holding a clipboard. Sombra pushed you to stand among the other agents.
"Alright, class, get to stretching before we start tests," Sombra clapped her hands together, "And remember, you fail this test, you get thrown out. I don't think I have to remind everyone what happens to discarded members, do I?" She cracked her knuckles, the disturbing sound cut through the crowd's silence like a hot knife to flesh. Static started in your ears.
"Todays test is hand to hand! You will be versing me today, bad luck for all of you, this is going to be a hard test." She boasted smugly.
"Sombra," Reaper warned from the corner. Sombra laughed and waved her hand. Everyone spread out to stretch, the sound of footsteps temporarily override the static. You were trying to reach your toes when a pair of feet came into view. You straightened to a tall woman, hand extended and beaming.
"Nihao! I'm Omen, but you can call me Li Yong!" You took her hand cautiously, just waiting for her to start smiling wickedly at you. She didn't, her face stayed in the relaxed smile it was in, and you settled a bit. She had very short black hair that had been spiked upwards with hair gel, thin arched eyebrows, and friendly eyes. Her nose was rounded and her lips were thin. But what stood out the most was the large burn mark covering almost the entirety of the right side of her face. The beige skin switched to dark pink. There was a story in there, you could sense it, you just didn't know if it was a good one. Her height made her look tall and frail, but by her arm muscle, you were sure her hits could pack a lot. Her pleasant smile was contagious, your lips raised slightly,
"Y/n...I don't have a cool name yet." Li laughed and patted your back.
"I'm sure we can get that sorted out. For now, let's prepare for the test."
After about 10 minutes, Sombra yelled at the class to get back into a line. You took deep breaths, trying to calm your nerves. It hasn't been that long since I last trained, I can do this. Everyone sat in silence, you guessed nerves were high for everyone.
"Since you're top of class, why don't you go first, Y/n?" Sombra said, flashing that villainous smile. Static built with your anxiety, but you stepped towards Sombra. Everyone cleared the area. You scanned the space you had, you were outside, standing on a stone floor with no mats. No mats. If you get thrown down, your not getting back up. Sombra faced you, taking a fighting stance, you did the same. Gabe trained you, you'll be fine. Sombra flexed her fingers.
"Do me proud." You heard him whisper to you.
You heard Widowmaker shout a 'Go' but you were focusing on glaring at Sombra. She was first to make a move, taking a kick at your shin. Sombra had caught you off guard with that kick, and by the time you had pulled your leg out the way she had grabbed you under the shoulder. Sombra heaved you over her and you flipped. You and Gabriel had gone over this before, you quickly rolled and stood back up only to duck quickly. Sombras fist shot right past your face but she elbowed your face instead. You felt blood treacle down your face but ignored it to see an opening. With her arm raised you grabbed her midsection and under arm and tossed her off to the side. She barely landed on her feet, hands scraping the ground. Sombra launched up, raising her fist for your face. You ducked to the side quickly but she never threw the punch. Instead, Sombra's hand wrapped round the back of your head and jerked it down to her raised knee. You hand blocked the bow just in time.
"Come on, Y/n, you can do better than that" Gabriel teased.
You ripped your head from her grip and headbutted her with all your force. You blinked and shook away the dizziness to see Sombra stumbling back, eye gripped shut.
"¡Chin!" With her temporarily dazed you kicked her side, she fell down onto her stomach with a grunt. You jumped on her, pinning her hand behind her back and wrapping your elbow round her neck. You had her pinned. You painted, recovering your breath. You turned the sound of Reaper scoffing.
"Weak as usual," he laughed. You assumed it was aimed at Sombra, you had just won. Sombra huffed and started moving her hand. Five small, purple, hexagons appeared and she typed fast. You hurriedly released her neck to dart a hand to stop her. But before you could reach, you seized up. Alarmed, you stared at your hand, the veins were glowing bright purple. Suddenly a sharp pain was pulsing through your body, making every nerve twitch. Your neck felt like it was scorching, like someone was digging a knife into it. You screamed in agony, but nothing came out of your throat, you just convulsed and rolled off Sombra to the side. Your nails dug into your palms and it felt like your muscles froze. You couldn't breathe!
You gasped. Your body relaxing as the stinging subsided. You sat up on your elbows, eyes wide and wheezing. You regained yourself when Sombra extended a hand to you. You took it reluctantly and she pulled you up.
"What- What was that?" You gulped.
"I told you, I'm a hacker." Sombra explained.
"But I don't have any prosthetics." You argued. Sombra ignored you to stride up to Reaper. He responded with a snarl.
"Ay, pendejo!" Reaper tensed up, fist clenching.
"When are you going to let the cat out the bag, eh?" She jabbed Reaper in the chest.
"And you call me weak." Reaper yelled in anger and grabbed Sombra by the throat. She clutched his wrist, dangling like a puppet in his huge just watched, neutral face showing nothing of her thoughts. Everyone held their tongues, it was too dangerous to intervene. Reaper threw sombra like a ball, her back hitting the wall harshly. She slumped down, grin still covering her face.
"Testing is over for today, get back to your rooms." Reaper shouted. Everyone ran back inside.